Show the Admiral a Good Time - Skunk Day 2009

The fleet prepared for this mission by expanding Starhustler's cargo capabilities. Starhustler's cargo hold was loaded with mission-critical classified items; once full some remaining items were distributed among various pilots. Light radiation greeted the fleet as we made our way to the launchpad. Several pilots informed Master Chief Petty Officer Axeman that his rear thruster was negi, but nothing but
a complete thruster failure would stop his ability to pilot his ship. At the launchpad, MCPO Axeman started us off with a brief and partially intelligible speech during which standard pre-mission launch
procedures were roughly adhered to. The fleet launched into intermittent light radiation and began a routine patrol of the local star systems.

The food was enthusiastic during our routine patrol and we picked up several floaties. Senior Chief Petty Officer Bendy's starmap took us through alternative waypoints in the Somerville and Medford systems,
where one of our floaties experienced an inner plasma casing failure. The fleet halted to make repairs and for SCPO Bendy's droid to recalculate and plot the most effective route to our destination.

With plasma re-added to Floaty Raven's rear thruster, an increasingly food-molecule-deprived fleet continued its journey through deep space to arrive at a wormhole parallel to the Mystic Nebula. Previous wormhole travelers left deep philosophical musings which we pondered over as we followed the wormhole to its terminus in a radiation-shielded top secret location. Shortly after the fleet
docked, our cargo was unloaded and expanded into a fully functional mess hall.

Soon the enticing aromas of shabu-shabu and mulled cider molecules began to fill the impromptu mess hall. As we completed food molecule deployment, Admiral Fleet Ready Retard noticed that we had left all of the highly concentrated protein nutrients at the fort. AFR Leotard and Vice Admiral y.t. sortied back to the fort to retrieve the missing nutrients and rejoined the fleet, who were busy gorging themselves to satisfaction.

Once the savory food molecules has been consumed, we completed the food-related celebration of Admiral Skunk's Day by presenting primary thruster replica food of the chocolate persuasion, courtesy of the negatively demoted pilot Pywaket. It was fraking delicious.

After our meal was complete, Skunk decreed that the three floaties who had joined us thus far for the mission were by special declaration accepted as babymaggots. We hazed the floaties-now-babymaggots Maestro, Raven and Schneke, and also hazed babymaggot TreeKiller. We
also spent some time experimenting with Personal Orbiting Rotating Shields. MCPO Axeman was observed to have a latent gene for PORS manipulation, and there was much rejoicing. MsMoon DID NOT sing. She never opened her mouth and maintained absolute discretion at all times.

The funk was enthusiastically busted during our return to the fort. We retired to level 2, exhausted and completely satisfied.