Five pilots and one very green babymaggot (fresh off his stint as a klingon the previous week) arrived at the Fort Antwerp launchpad under the burning glow of the daystar for an early evening launch. The skies were clear and we couldn't have asked for any more perfect weather, as Dr.Claw navigated the gang on a leisurely route along the Charles Asteroid Belt toward the Esplanade. Barnacles aplenty were deployed under each overpass, as hordes of curious civilians paused their bustling routines to catch glimpse of our passing convoy.
At the Esplanade babymaggot Ghost Punisher practiced firing his coaster retros under the watchful guidance of Skunk and Diva, while others indulged in overpriced frozen treats from a vending truck parked nearby. We pressed on a little further until we arrived at the Hatch Shell, where Skunk broke out the most vibrant bouncy orb we had ever seen. Pilots took turns pelting each others' ships -- and each other -- until Diva tipped the ball just enough to lodge it atop the ledge of the shell. Luckily she found a way up and was able to retrieve it, only to have Wombat again lose the ball in the exact same manner not two minutes later. With the orb safely secured a second time, we encouraged Ghost Punisher to continue practicing his new piloting skills as other pilots put him through a trial by fire by bouncing the ball off him and around him. Despite our best efforts, he managed to maintain focus.
Over the pedestrian footbridge, we circled through the Common and gave Ghost Punisher another braking lesson at its center before entering hyperspace down Public Alleys 414-421. Back in the Cambridge System with the daystar now below the horizon, Dr.Claw took us for a quick loop through MIT's quad, which was decked out for graduation ceremonies with an array of multicolored glowing orbs. As we reentered the gravity of more familiar planets, Snow intercepted our flightpath aboard Deep Blue Dream. Up Mass. Ave. we stopped at Luna H-Mart to refuel at just the right time, and were rewarded with an assortment of sushis free of charge since they had just closed for the day but not yet left the premises.
One more stop was made at the Allston pump track to complete our final mission objective of practicing the SCUL March. As soon as we made landfall, Skunk was mobbed by a gaggle of miniature humans who were all super interested in his ship and the history of SCUL. Several of them absconded with the colorful orb, and Stogie made a brief appearance on his way home from a music concert at the new Roadrunner megavenue. As pilot resolve started to wane with the growing hour, we quickly hammered out all 16 steps of the march and headed back to base, where Ghost Punisher was mercilessly hazed and awarded a Medal of Valor for bravely completing the mission aboard a coaster-retro ship despite having never piloted one before in his life, and the mission was declared a success.