Super Mooning

The concept for this mission was taken from the HAL "Horrible mission
ideas" page. It was so horrible that we left it for dead on the
launchpad. It didn't even rise to the level of failure. Please
never
speak of this again.

Thanks to welding by Deathtrap and Spark(?), Moneypenny is on the
road again. I heard a rumor it might get painted the pinx and the
blax. One is in favor.

A small patrol was predicted due to various pilots being engulfed by
Open Studios, but hordes of reinforcements teleported in at the last
minute and we launched in force. Deathtrap navigated to Castle
Island
by an excellent
desolate route, as fog closed in under a gibbous moon. (Where were
you guys last week?!) Our probes found no life, nonetheless we
brought funk. The atmosphere grew ever denser.

(On the way, A SUBWAY TRAIN HONKED AT US. Whoooo!!)

As the surrounding stars vanished into the haze, we inducted two new
pilots: Stogie knighted Instigator and Nosepicker Piranha. Welcome
space brethren and cistern.

Hackworth produced a tin of Hormel Preserved Space Weevil. Why?

A second gibbous moon was sighted, but it turned out to be
just Nosepicker.

Then we mechanicaled our way home. Notably Compliance's helm
ejected,
leaving Dr Claw brandishing half a Javagoogle in flight. (This was
extremely funny to watch, if you didn't overthink it.) Morale varied
as we had a slight brush with STs outside Luna 7-11, Joyride burned
up
and then strangely reconstituted, and we faced hostile transport
activity in Union
Constellation. Nonetheless, buoyed aloft by the antics of our
beloved
Dreadflint, we persevered and returned to fortspace having
accomplished one (1) unit mission.