High tech ratings abounded as we headed through the
SullivanConstellation's black hole to the deep space Harborwalk. Our
first opportunity to stop for an all out booty shakedown was at a
pier near the USS Constitution. We reminisced about it being the stop
of Op NoMoBadJiggiMoJo. We danced the sprinkler, shopping cart,
pencil sharpener and other important moves to groove and then we
headed onwards. Then we were all like, "dude, where's the navigator?"
and we were like "how could we lose the navigator?" and someone
said "isn't she wearing the boa back there by the tailginner?" So
yeah, we all lost 50 points for not staying behind the navigator. But
back on track we headed to a giant donut by the giant nebula where we
again broke into an all out dance fest while other pilots tried out
each other's ships and we explored the cool views off the hahbar.
We continued on for refueling at Luna Bovas where we partook of
molecules referred to as a chocolate bomb. Sweet!
Vomit decided to lead us the long but nice way home through deep
space on Starpath CommAve in the Boston System. En route, Skunk took a
nasty spill on Cloudbuster but kept pushing onward back to the
Cambridge system. A dropped chain forced a stop for a mechanical
when we realized the gravity of his damaged ship. His crank was
rocking in all directions not in a grooving way but in a
holy-crap-that-is-busted way. After taking it apart, it was clear that
the bearings had completely shattered and scattered throughout the
bottom bracket. Bad news. Nameless went to the rescue to try to seek
out replacement parts. Alas his replacement parts did not fit
correctly but we forced it all back together and finished the journey
to the landing pad.
No one burned up on reentry! An awesome mission.
|Ooh La La
|Rear Admiral, Upper Half
|Aviator First Class
|Master Chief Petty Officer
|Petty Officer Third Class
|Rear Admiral, Lower Half
|Life Support 1