Status: Failure


Friendly Fire

Mission Objectives

*set sonic disrupters to Heavy Metal
*Horg casual

Mission Summary

Too much fun was had. Too little bleeding happened. There
were a bunch of mechanicals... I think Bane Thunderwolf and Twitch
were the most upset with their choices in ships. Wait wait wait, I'm
getting ahead of myself, in space.

For starters, pilots showed up and we launched all casual like.
Headcrash and Dillweed took on navtail duties and made sure everyone
was together. In fine Nameless form, our goals were to listen to
metal, derby, break each other, and generally have a good time.

The problem was that the metal died 5 songs into the playlist. There
was backup of the disco variety, but it was a sad day in metal-land,
in space, that we had to listen to some pretty terrible songs from
that playlist.

The space flight pattern took us in an interesting direction where we
actually didn't touch any of the normal constellations. We took off
through the somerville system and made our way over to the Charles
Starship Yard. There was water, the smell of old dead mollusks, and
space. Thalo was so excited, he ejected out of his seat. Or his seat
ejected him out. Thankfully there was some rope to tie it on a bit.
The ancient derby arena of old rose up, and those who were not Nancy
Boys yielded to the call to smack the crap out of each other. It was
quite the spectacle, in some ways the pinnacle of pilots' ability to
maneuver in tight quarters and persevere. Some pilots amused
themselves instead by climbing the space arena structures, and by
tossing around a little UFO. Torquebox brought it along. Yay
Torquebox. It would have been better if it were all metal, spewed out
screaming death lyrics, and sliced people up, but white plastic seems
like an ok alternative.

After pilots thirst for boom smash was slated, we continued on over to
the Cambridge system in order to enjoy sandwiches... in space. Some
pilots burned up on re-entry. Poor things... probably sucked out an
airlock somewhere. We wish them well.

It was all in all a fantastic time, and we went on over to MIT after
that and had a great ride. In keeping with part of Nameless' wishes,
we did school a whole bunch of Nosepicker. This culminated in two
fairly spectacular events: his chopper got hucked over a fence for him
to go and get, AND he got run over by Starhustler.

Yup, a lot of fun with WAY too little metal. Oh, and I think Twitch's
anus is bleeding.

Pilot Ship Points Promotion
BaneThunderwolf Summer 582.505   Ensign
Buntjigger Sprits'l 188.131  
dillweed Famine 294.558   Captain
Dr HeadCrash Compliance 596.344  
eHawk Rauchbier 491.099  
Evil Twin Annihilation 292.234   Lieutenant Commander
Leotard Skylab 578.177  
moose Loki Ducker 272.902  
MsMoon Star Hustler (Bombardier) 149.281   Master Chief Petty Officer
Nameless D.B. Cooper 364.402  
Nosepicker Pestilence 132.135  
pecan Swamp Thing 309.716  
pywaket Ivory Tower 309.083  
Quandary Delirium 191.493   Aviator First Class
Shakes Pride 240.789   Lieutenant Junior Grade
Socket Lust 0  
Threespeed Star Hustler 285.945  
TorqueBox Scrub 312.476   Petty Officer Second Class
Twitch Greed 241.607   Rear Admiral, Lower Half
Pilots must be logged in to see the briefing.
Taskforce Pilot
Mission Leader Nameless
Deck Officer eHawk
Gate Attendant eHawk
Navigator dillweed
Tailgunner Dr HeadCrash
Tool Bag Leotard
Flat Bag Threespeed
Medi Bag Thalo
Airlock pecan
Recycler Beaker
Life Support 1 Nameless
Life Support 2 Threespeed
Damage Control BaneThunderwolf
Minister of Zoobs BaneThunderwolf
Mission Reporter eHawk
Compressor Wrangler Dr HeadCrash
Radio Wrangler Dr HeadCrash
Sentry BaneThunderwolf

Mission Parameters

Mission LeaderNameless
Mission Size 19 pilots
OriginFort Summer
Light Years15.666
G-Well Activity2.666
Technical Rating3.666