Balls Bursting in Air

Klingons and Parents and Reporters oh my!

We set out from the fort with Tyrian's parents (Cyborg and Talia), who burned up in the Harvard system, and a Rebel Spy (Mattch). After the usual tour of Davis and unsavory snacks at Central, the fleet proceeded swiftly to Assembly square, under the valiant navigation of Bane Thunderwolf. Upon descending below a warp gate that spanned the Mystic Nebula, we heard simultaneous com chatter of "Glass!" and "Mechanical!". Surprisingly, the two were unrelated, as the fleet had run afoul of an asteroid field right before Cloudbuster ran afoul of the lower supporting beam of the warp gate. The Disco Death Star couldn't handle the strain, and fractured, bending the supporting rod. Both Bane's rod flexing skills and XXIII's sewing were put to the test, to hoist the repaired (albeit woobly) Death Star once more. We continued, a Klingon among us, who managed to follow us for the entire evening's tour.

We passed the Grackle at warp speed, before once again being thwarted, this time by a massive photosynthetic life-form blocking our path. Bane put the training of Mr. Studly (and yes, that's the guy's actual name) to work, disabling the rogue foliage long enough for the fleet to be spacewalked across. Under maximum warp, we proceeded to the Hidden Nebula, where we shuttered our lasers, abandoned our spacesuits, and attempted to bask in the glow of the still chilly nebula. It was a great success, though Leotard earned a medal of injury through an unrelated, MOOPy casualty. While cruising down an extensive negi g-wel, we lit off sparklers! Excess, in exuberance, waved the flaming protrusions directly in front of a suddenly incoming ST! Fortunately, he appeared to have bigger fish to fry. The fleet then returned to the fort, flags flying high, with another Klingon joining at the last minute to bolster our ranks.