Flight of the Navigators

Mission Summary

Straight from the razor-sharp mind of Bane Thunderwolf (or was it straight from the "horrible mission ideas" HAL page?) comes Operation Flight of the Navigators! Traditional nav-tail has been done to death, so it's time to change things up and embrace the chaos. The turnout was modest but formidable, with six pilots and one gigantic rat joining on the launchpad. One by one, each pilot would take a turn at leading the fleet on a route not to exceed 15 light years total. After a brief opening ceremony, we were off with Leotard taking the first shift.

Part I: "I haven't navigated in about 15 years!"
At first, we noodled around the dark corners of the Lower Allston starsystem, dead-ending at one point at a transport hangar before re-routing and skirting through a brief recreational wormhole. After dodging a particularly gnarly intersection, we crossed a high-warp starpath and emerged in a glittering new outpost, full of tall structures and shiny new places to spend earth credits. Great job, Leotard! Nobody got ejected into hyperspace and we progressed marginally farther from the fort than when we launched.

Part II: Dr. Claw takes over
Dr Claw steered us towards the dark heart of the Allston system, where we ran the gauntlet on Harvard Ave, dodging many transports and clueless civilians. We zigged and zagged a little bit to throw off any potential pursuers. Gradually, we realized that our life support transmission was failing (it was obvious because the groove sounded really bad!) We halted for a brief shore leave until Dr. Claw and Leotard hunted down the offending piece of tech and wookie'd it into submission.

Part III: Ziqqurat's home turf
Despite some of us in the fleet feeling a bit lost, Ziqqurat eagerly took us further into the depths of deep space suburbia to Oak Square in the Brighton system. We looped around the "square" in question, which on closer examination proved to be little more than a poorly engineered roundabout. As we passed through the quiet starpaths, we did a brief fly-by of Luna Kiki's, a known source of penguin biscuits and other exotic snax. Alas, they were closed. Finally, Ziqqurat took us to a location of explicitly sanctioned chalk deployment, and we decorated the pavements with gusto.

Part IV: I'd rather be rollerblading
Dogi took over at this juncture and pointed us back in the direction of civilization, with a few swooping brushes with extreme peril tossed in the mix, just to keep the fleet on our toes. He navigated a straight course towards the Cambridge system, through heavy transport traffic and up and over the hyperspace byway to relative safety on the other side.

Part V: Easy way out
Dead Bride had planned on taking the fleet down Mass Ave, but Ziqqurat pointed out that Memorial Drive was still closed to transports and open to everyone else, so away we went in pursuit of this superior plan. We set our thrusters to cruise control, executing a flawless wall formation just in time for Dogi to burn up and glide off into the night. Eventually Dead Bride turned the fleet around and turned navigation over to Bane for the final rotation of the mission.

Part VI: Worst tardis ever
Bane took us to a shore leave at a familiar oasis in the Harvard Constellation, for the primary purpose of dumping fuel. Many pilots remarked that the tardis in this particular scrap of space was one of the foulest ever encountered. Despite this setback, we remained in good spirits and enjoyed banana molecules provided by Leotard. Bane then shepherded us safely back to the fort where our return was heralded by the same Rodent Of Unusual Size (or perhaps one of his ratty brethren).