SCD SCUL Day 22

Down goes the Daystar and out came the Starchasers!

Were there delays? (YEAH!)
Did we mostly build a new ship? (YEAH!)
Were we sporting colors and looking amazing? (HECKIN YEAH!)

Firing out of the airlock a brisk hour or so late, the Starchasers hit the skies with purpose and determination. We cruised pretty smoothly round our old haunts and funked our way to the outer rim.
While swapping stories and legends of the NBS, our pilots even made time for a bit of PT training in the form of handstands and cartwheelies. the G's were deeper than expected.

Our marks were left, aggressive hi fives were taken (there are some strong bogeys out there), and Wings were earned (Literal chicken wings. Sooo delicious. We earned it. Trust me) served up by a former protege of our own dear Sage.

But all good days end, and SCUL Day was no different. Space waits for no pilot and woofers need walkies. Truly, the moral of all things.