One Wet Pilot

The fleet set out in search of our favorite watering hole. Dr. Claw
navigated the gang through busy streets, crazy intersections, and up
suburban hills that never had a down hill.



Hot and tired, we dismounted and dragged our ships through a forest
over moon rocks and fallen space trees. We arrived at our destination
and ripped our clothes off with excitement. Down slippery sharp
gravel and logs we made it to the black abyss. A few buddied up and
swam out while others played with chickens and splashed around.
Wombat and Steerpike performed aquatic acrobatics to the delight of a
handful of onlookers.



Acehole stumbled upon some ultra baby space poop. Retard took one for
the team and flew it to a proper facility.



After lots of tea, talk, nudity, and fun, we set back out to find
some grub. The second we got out of the forest, everyone got
mechanicals. Ahhhh!!! J/k, we fooled you.



In flight Wombat accidentally took an INTENTIONAL false turn. We all
warned him of his fate. About a lightyear down and he was stuck in
another dimension. With many muscles we threw Greed and Wombat over
the space time continuum. Posi!



Luna CVS, here we come! We fled inside and bought crazy amounts of
crazy snacks. There was an annoying beeping sound inside. What was up
with that? Half the crew took off into the dark to find dumpster
treats and trash flowers. We ate til we couldn't wait another second
to derby.



Nearby quarters gave us some awesome playing grounds. Of course,
Nosepicker dominated most of the competition with frustrating ease.
With a few champions and a long night, we headed back to the fort.
Bane Thunderwolf flew back with pride and a few bruises. (BAMF)




Old legend says that there was ice cream and ramen noodles on this
night. There is no actual evidence of these events. I guess we'll
never know...