Status: Success


Un Œuf With The Egg Puns!

A svelte crew of just three pilots assembled on the launchpad prepared for the possibility of an electrostatic radiation event. Our mission: the yearly pilgrimage to the mysterious space eggs of Deer Island, replete with obligatory egg-based puns. DrClaw set a furious pace from the outset as navigator, pushing pilots at a sustained clip of warp 3. In the industrial wastelands of the Everett System, a passing transport had a spectacular collision with an apparently full bag of Taco Bell vittles sitting in the middle of the street, showering individually wrapped tacos and chalupas everywhere like a busted pinata.

Early shore leave for refueling was forgone as the fleet pressed on at lightspeed into the Chelsea and East Boston Systems. Some fortuitous timing on the Saratoga Hyperspace Byway into the Winthrop System provided a thrilling encounter with a massive atmospheric transport, which buzzed us immediately overhead while coming in for a landing at Logan Spaceport.

Upon entering Deer Island airspace we encountered a larger than usual congregation of fishermen scattered around the perimeter. Stray rods and gear littering the path proved to be a formidable navigational challenge, and one particularly tight passage forced Gritty into the thin metal barrier between solid land and the nebular abyss.

At the tip of the fortification we finally took our first shore leave, where a spacesuit was lost to the vacuum of space with the massive extraterrestrial eggs looming in the distance. DrClaw's speedy navigation had put us at our destination in just over an hour, a new fleet record. Radar charts showed the radiation threat dissipating to the south, and cool breezes provided a respite from the searing solar heat of the earlier day.

DrClaw decided to change things up a little on the return journey, and invoked the wrath of the other two pilots on single-warp ships when he accidentally turned up a brutal g-well. An otherwise smooth flight home was punctuated by a civilian suffering from acute space sickness out of a transport near the Sullivan Constellation. Mission success was declared on the landing pad despite a dearth of egg-based puns throughout the night, in part due to Gritty's punny Corn à la Korn shirt.
Pilot Ship Points Promotion
DrClaw Skywarp 1347.8   Ensign
Gritty D.B. Cooper 309.729   Petty Officer Third Class
Wombat Ez Raider 1170.74   Lieutenant Commander
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Taskforce Pilot
Mission Leader DrClaw
Navigator DrClaw
Tailgunner Wombat
Flat Bag Wombat
Medi Bag Wombat
Still Cam Gritty
Life Support 1 DrClaw
Mission Debriefer Wombat
Mission Reporter Wombat
Stellar Cartographer DrClaw

Mission Parameters

Mission LeaderDrClaw
Mission Size 3 pilots
OriginFort Tyler
DestinationUn œuf
Light Years25.300
G-Well Activity3.018
Technical Rating1.823