As the Day Star descended on the Sector 02740, a temporal anomaly opened a series of rifts in the space-time continuum that would ultimately send us back in time to 1980's Earth!
Commissioned by the AHA! High Council, the Starchasers were to investigate these occurrences. Reports indicate the anomaly was spewing steering dampening molecules across the multiverse. Our mission was to enter the rift, locate the sources of the leaks, collect the hazardous materials, and return them to our time for proper disposal before they could do any further damage. It was imperative that we disguise ourselves in the space suits of the 1980's era in order to blend in. We wouldn't want to attract any more attention than a bunch of well-lasered hulls would already attract.
Joined by some high-spirited new friends, we entered the first rift at the heart of the Buttonwood Constellation. Crossing the threshold of the time stream, our radioboxen exploded with a timeless bouquet of sonic disruption that echoed across the previously uninterrupted spacio-temporal succession, heralding our impending emergence in a strange time flowing with denim and dayglo.
As we arrived at the first stop on our adventure, the luna Pour Farm Tavern, we decided to brush up on our knowledge of the time and quiz each other. We did pretty well but we had a lot to learn about this era if our mission was to be successful. However, some clever scans provided us with everything we needed to continue - laughter. Bubbly eruptions of joviality is after all what fuels our ships. Laughter and carbs! It was time to acquire the latter and we did so with style and grace!
Before long, it was time to move on to the next rift that would magically transport us to the lunar No Problemo Taqueria ...right across the street! Awe-struck civilians were sufficiently tagged and stickered/stickered and tagged with instructions to locate us in the future. Beatleman and Mad Owl assumed a secret mission to sticker each lunar establishment we would frequent this night. After another round of trivia, it was time to shove off quickly strike a pose under the DATMA Silver Currents installation over the Custom House Constellation, the location of our third temporal rift!
The road was turbulent but where we were going, we didn't need roads.
That's right. We took the sidewalk!
Suddenly, we received word that our calculations were incorrect. The rifts were opening in a pattern contrary to our predictions. We couldn't possibly go home before de-carbonating the luna Moby Dick Brewing Co. Our mission was in jeopardy. So, we flew and arrived in time! Upon arrival, chalk bag was deployed, molecules were salvaged, civilians were stickered, and big dance energy inspired passersby to respond in-kind. The mission was officially in full-swing! We had hit 88 and we were indeed seeing some serious ess word!
After the navigator and mission leader consulted the cosmic oracles of space travel and stellar cartography, we established a new route to the last two stops on our adventure by way of the Blue Lane Wormhole along the Acushnet Nebula. At the luna Rose Alley Ale House, we ran one more round of trivia and awarded prizes for the most creative responses. Our shore leave ended and we headed to the luna Cultivator Shoals. A civilianship in our company suffered a mechanical but TurboHoney and Beatleman were there to provide assistance. Then, just as we rolled up on our final destination, another civilianship lost it's forward thruster, a most peculiar mechanical. Thankfully, time heals all wounds and no one was injured.
At last, we had arrived at the luna Cultivator Shoals where we continued our dance party and collected the last of the rogue dampening molecules. It was time to give out the final award, the trophy for "Best Dressed"! All patrons of the establishment participated in the express reverberation referendum, resulting in the determination of our victor. It was a close race but in the end there can be only one!
Finally, it was time to go back to life, back to the present time, back the future! Most of the newbies burned up upon re-entry, lost to the time stream. But time keeps flowing like a river and so did we. Looking forward to the next time we meet as we made our way through the New Bedford Star System, we reflected on our journey because we had the time of our lives