Sons of Perseus

Eighteen astronomically-inclined pilots, led by fleet admiral Skunk, prepared to race the moon in order to see the Sons of Perseus from the cover of total darkness.

At the fort, there were many food molecules to be had; donuts provided by gool ol' food wrangler Taco, dumpster produce & bagels provided by one of the new baby maggots, as well as mystery bacon and cookies dropped off by a civi who was passing by.

After launch, the fleet made haste down the minuteman wormhole towards the darkest location. There was no time to stop for unsavory snacks or other shenanigans - it was critical to win the race against the moon!

As we ventured deeper into the darkness, we crossed paths with many denizens of the dark, mostly floofy space bunnies. The bunnies were wary of the fleet, but hopped and watched from the edge of the darkness as the fleet passed by, entranced by our spacemoon life-support and superior groove.

After making our way precariously through the darkness and native foliage, and into the darkest location, we docked our ships and prepared for meteor sighting. Some pilots watched the sky hopefully, while others enjoyed molecules or space naps in the darkness. Many pilots joined in as the admiral closed his ears to light some candles and curse the darkness, with much success.

Only two meteors were sighted in our time there in the darkness, and admiral Skunk missed both of them! Several creative pilots helped to recreate the events for him using meteor-replicas we had on hand.

We left the darkest darkness, but before we got far some of the foliage attacked cloudbuster, knocking out life support for the fleet. After some handiwork, Dr. Claw restored life support to the fleet and we set off, back in the groove.

Admiral Skunk exclaimed that the weather was perfect for some radiation therapy, so the fleet took a side trip on the way back to the fort. It was here that we discovered one of our baby maggots was particularly adept at navigating radiation pools. We thought we may have lost her - but she was just off swimming around quietly and space-fish-like.

The trip home was made via several black holes. Whee! Back at the launch pad, we welcomed the two new baby maggots into the fleet. Mission success! And no pilots burned up - unlike the Sons of Perseus, proving emperically that SCUL pilots are tougher than meteors.