Mixtape

Mission Summary

21 pilots took it upon themselves to create the best soundtrack
ever and transmit it into space, and the mission could not end until
every last transmission succeeded. Subversive messages were blasted
forth into the universe through the Somerville, Cambridge, and Boston
systems.

After an excellent launch and journey through the Union
Constellation a spectacular mechanical brought the mighty Appleseed
to his knees (well, really to a crumpled pile under the bridge).
After seeking to destroy a can, the navigational thruster decided it
was time to leave the bow in style, much to the pilot's dismay.
Chief engineer Nameless noted that the ship sucked a whole lot.
After some love time with both tool and medi bag, we were back on our
way.

Dillweed's careful tactical plotting brought us to a new small
earth human site of diversion. Pilots cavorted particularly on the
amazing spinny things, however I don't believe anyone actually
succeeded in throwing up. The soft cushy groundcover of this strange
landing site made for a pleasant experience when thrown from the
rides. It was particularly amusing to watch pilots test their own
strength against gravity forces and then try to get up and run away.
Luckily no one plunged over the railing into the river.

From there we delicately maneuvered into the Boston system, but
not before another mechanical! This time Stormrider decided that it
was better to drop out of warp. Silly ship. Handy mechanical pilots
decided to show Stormrider who was boss, and we managed to continue
transmitting songs of subversive joy through Chinatown (pouring some
sugar on them) and on into the district of strange stage arts and
skimpy dresses. Earth humans sure do dress funny on Saturnights.

We continued, many pilots cavorting in ecstasy of space boogie
while transmitting that everybody was free. We boogied on over to the
Charles Asteroid Belt, where a break was taken while a busted plasma
casing was fixed. Babymaggot Steerpike showed off the handiwork of
UglySac, who crafted a beautifully ugly sack for flat bag. In order
to truly test the hardiness of the inner plasma casing, it was thrust
into the asteroid belt, and since it came back posi we figured all
was good. Babymaggot Kamikazi managed to hang from a piece of earth
biota, while Doofladji documented the various rites of passage of the
fleet with her trusty camera. There was also some stair riding in
which somehow Twitch still hasn't killed the rear thruster of Slag,
and some pilot managed to lose his spacesuit.

Cups and hi-fives abounded on the mission, some pilots more
venturesome than others. It was an epic end of the ride as we veered
around the Somerville system in an attempt to truly spread every last
part of our message from here to the outer rim. On the landing pad
babymaggots Doofladji, Kamikaze and Steerpike were allowed to become
maggots, and Nosepicker knighted pilot Uglysac, despite taking too
long to finish his stupid trials. Hammerhead assisted with the
procedure to ensure proper lightsaber technique was used. Only by the
power of the force does the new pilot still have his head.