Bells Angels

Tonight we were told to look Tough, how'd we do? Launching to
old-school Yellow Alert, we went to Nosepicker and Ehawk's
housewarming party at Fort Madison. The scene was rife with pilots old
and new, and beer and food molecules were secured.

Leaving at a time calculated to regulate steering dampener intake, we
went at speed to the tracks near MIT. There Skunk knighted Parmesan,
a maggot of ridiculously long standing, and we had crisps made
entirely of space cheese. Then a short hop to Luna Student Center,
where Cloudbuster was suddenly sucked into the G-well of nearby planet
Earth. Shock! Consternation! After field repairs and damage
assessment it was deemed safe to finish the mission.

Continuing to Yellow Alert, which causes pilots to ricochet off each
other like molecules in Brownian motion, we oozed about the Boston
system practicing our tough. Food threw a lit cigarette, so maybe it
was working.

We went to the Allston System to flyby some of SCUL's old haunts, also
because it's Rock City and that's where Tough People hang out.
Perhaps. They didn't kick us out, anyway. As the cold of space began
to strike through our suits, we reverted to classic funk to hold
morale high.

Lastly we returned to base where ZyGoat won the Medal of Chic for her
badass Rosie The Riveter outfit, and babymaggot Epoxy was hazed into
maggothood.