We set out to make various moves in the night, without invoking a certain Bob Seger tune that shall not be named. Multiple rounds of dogfight derby, at least one advanced flight formation, and Skunk taught the fleet (and several gushing civilians) the SCUL march.
Once in every season, there comes a time when Skunk calls on pilots to practice the Official SCUL march, their daring, coordination, and ability to fly directly into each other without breaking things advanced flight formation(s), and dogfight derby. 13+/- pilots bravely took off into the night sky to accomplish the night's objectives. Not even one block in, an accursed tune began to sound, but it was quickly drowned out… I think I hear it even now…
During an attempted circumnavigation of the storied Nostrils (a first time sight for Punchy!!), Cloudbuster asserted her need for attention, and the first derby lot was found. Various pilots flew circles in the background as XS captured Skunk's hologram describing the game's rules. There's a video now, y'all. That means they're OFFICIAL. XS and EZ Raider claimed a quick victory, pilots swapped back borrowed ships and departed for SNAX.
ALAS it was not to be! Not a single, solitary Luna 7/11 could be located that would transfer their wares to hungry pilots! Such hardship as was only spoken about in days of yore! Fortunately for rumbly bellies, some were prepared and doled out their rations to others, most notably Rocket and his hot sauces, Punchy and their peaches, and Skunk and the incredibly sweet, nearly inedible rolls.
Thwarted, a hungry XS peeled off into the night, while the brave contingent sallied forth to practice flight formations, but not before paying homage to the great Street Sweepah! In the lee of the great Atlantic Nebula, we studied the mechanics of "the Gusher," and scratched heads trying to recall "the H4ckw0r+h" to no avail. And thus, it was done, with tailgunner Fuzz shouting at pilots in turn to speed up or fall back. Two full gusher rotations were achieved before touching down for some radiation therapy and loss of more pilots. Snow and guest simply evaporated into thin air!
"ENOUGH OF THIS STOPPING, LETS RIDE!" And Skunk daringly attempted to gift pilots lit sparklers for take off, an idea which fizzled out quickly. Away they flew across the locks with their tight turns, and on towards the Nebula Viewing Center, where an ST promptly made it known that the misbehaving Wookiee would need to be disciplined succinctly. Just around the corner was a perfect location for Lordmcfuzz and Punchy to each add a win to their derby counts, before embarking on the final measure of agility.
BUT, can you dance? In an area rife with food saturated in malt molecules, Skunk's holograph patiently discussed and demonstrated the March, which Punchy proceeded to demonstrate to food eager to join in the festive fun! Fortunately, dancing is good for chasing out the ya-yas, and afterwards, those stompin' feet were ready to head home.
The brave bunch explored some new space lane separations and squiggled over, around, and through to make their way home before collapsing in a satisfied, successful heap. Until the next time, and a very happy orbital to Rocket!