Standard Ops To JP System

The technical difficulty of this mission was high, with significant g-well
activity, turbulant flight conditions and an unusually high number of
waypoints. Navimigation in the hinterlands of the Empire is always
a challenge.

MRC was mostly successful. Fleet radiation shielding was taken from
chalkboard concept, partially constructed, reworked mid-stream and
partially reconstructed.

Much enthusiastic food was encountered in the Brighton system on the
way to the Figment fundraiser. After a glorious reception and a brief
stop at the
Figment-o-thon the fleet continued on its way to hu-man
Bonnie's distress call.

While going for a cup, the motive force embedded in h4ckw0r+h's
rippling quadraceps sheared the crank pin off Famine's booster
stanchion, causing an immediate cessation of thrust. An ingenious
field repair by Skunk consisting of "screw it down tight and ride it
hard". The severed crank pin, located by Treekiller, was deemed an
artifact.

With Famine restored to limping functionality, SCUL arrived at the
base of the ziggurat leading to hu-man Bonnie's party. Cloudbuster was
hauled up the stairs, as was the rest of the fleet. The party
contained hippie food, unclothed Earth Females, drumming, music and a
notable absence of patchouli. Only minor injuries to some food were
reported during the distress call.

Pole vaulting, by the way, is best done using inanimate objects as
bars -- not arms.
One pilot, while making a fuel dump run outside of the distress call,
stepped on a poorly placed
laser causing a minor explosion. The mighty thews of said pilot were
not harmed by shrapnel.

JP is cup heaven!

After SCUL infested Bonnie's distress call, the fleet began to tire
and so began the leisurely flight back to base. Our navigator spotted
an intriguing playground area where the fleet briefly stopped and
played.

Retard produced a plate of hors d'oeuvres, which was nearly instantly
consumed.

After exercising the flight simulators in the Most Dangerous Possible
Playground, replete with flying beer bottles, the fleet returned to
base to the sounds of Cloudbuster busting funk and Famine's rear hub
(badly in need of an overhaul) crunching sloppily along. After several
light years into the journey Skunk's spacesuit became tangled in
Cloudbuster's boosters. Self-Destruct, quick to notice the impending
danger of the situation, ditched his ship and leapt through open
space. He landed at Cloudbuster's side, spacewalked at warp fun, and
untangleed Skunk's spacesuit and prevented a dangerous crash.

Spoon boy: Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible.
Instead... only try to realize the truth.

Neo: What truth?

Spoon boy: There is no spoon.

Neo: There is no spoon?

Spoon boy: Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that
bends, it is only yourself.