A small and motley crew set out with Dr. Claw at the helm, who had
taken his map viewing very seriously. Lucky 13 we were and this was
marked by an irate storm trooper pulling up in his transport as we
launched. As we continued our launch in silence, a brave civilian
shouted our praises from the window of her apartment.
The Davis system treated us well enough, and in Cambridge Common we
were greeted by Kpafun. The new students of Harvard were in awe of
our glory as we stopped to partake of frozen milk product. Civitron's
sticker bag was a flutter of positive public relations, while Skunk
and Dr. Claw worked on Cloudbuster's subsonic disruptor.
All was well until we headed to the North Point Park play-system,
where some rough — and likely imbibing — Food shouted
instigatory phrases at our way of life, and proceeded to push
Cloudbuster and obstruct Skylab's path. Both pilots were forced to
eject for the safety of the mission. Other more well-mannered
civilians promised to enact justice for us if the Food returned.
Metoikos brought out the chalk, and derbying commenced in the
beautiful park under the bridge nearby, wherein Excess got a flat
aboard Lust. With Nosepicker nowhere to be found this night, Wombat
capitalized and managed to eke out his fifth derby win of the season,
thus securing the elusive Flying Ace award. Vomit and Excess got to
work on Lust's flat, and Sprocket pitched in to learn a thing or two
with the help of Wombat. Grapefruit and nectarines were shared by
Beezwax, passed around with the help of Dogi, and consumed with much
rejoicing. Om nom.
Rounding back to the MIT system, Skylab required much busy flat
bagging. Most pilots busied themselves exploring the capabilities of
each others' ships, but a few pilots, whose names will not be
mentioned so as to protect their honor, were apparently OBE and took
this time to nap upon the luxurious concrete of the Student Center.
Dr. Claw led us onward to chase bunnies through MIT space to the
Kendall system, and circled us safely back to fort Tyler. Then we
were attacked by giant spiders who had set upon the fort due to the
earlier inadvertent destruction of their home planet. We let them
know we came in peace and would not harm them. Thankfully they agreed
to leave our kind alone. For now.
|Bendy||Swamp Thing||286.31||Senior Chief Petty Officer|
|eXceSs||Chutes & Ladders||318.688|
|metoikos||Mjollnir||422.141||Rear Admiral, Lower Half|
|Sprocket||Lust||302.675||Chief Petty Officer|
|Life Support 1||Leotard|
|Mission Size||13 pilots|
|Destination||The autumnal feast of Eris|