Border Patrol

It's all fun and games until someone topples a HARV.

A cool autumn evening on Earth, as the season turns toward Hallowheels. We launched with a powerful armada of 10 pilots and a maggot, with objectives "get out of Camberville" and "do some flight formations", also breaking in a new Class 4 sonic disruptor. Dr Claw synthesized a mix of electronica and deep cuts from Shockwave, while in a rare inversion Cloudbuster operated as a radiobox. Stogie navigated us around Harvard Constellation and nearby spacelanes, in his usual erratic fashion, until chided by Dr Claw to get us the heck out of there which then he did.

We headed south through dense aggregations of hip-sters, then into JP System, experiencing some rolling G-wells as we orbited near a heavy nebula. Snax were procured.

Due to an accumulating sequence of individually slightly unfortunate events, Leotard ejected forcefully from Trinity, damaging it slightly and acquiring a fine collection of knee wounds. SCUL rose to the occasion providing beer molecules, artificial integument, and cryotherapy. Gritty even provided skeletal reinforcement, but to no avail: after some bleeding and experimentation Leotard proved unspaceworthy even on a small ship. Maggot Academon summoned a transport to shuttle her back to her home fort; meanwhile eXceSs volunteered to pilot Trinity despite his own knee trauma, while his vessel Presto Changeo was disassembled into reavable chunks, leaving the fleet one pilot short but ready to return to space.

To be continued...


...WE BOOKED IT FOR HOME & gave a couple of flight formations a semi-professional, but perfunctory attempt on the way.


LEOTARD RULZ OK

(Stogie)

Gloucester? Negi!