This may in fact go down as the mission with the most navigators, unless Appleseed had in fact turned into one of those super-talented polymorphs. We launched from Fort Summer at close to the appointed mission hour with a few maggots and a babymaggot (Swass!) in tow. This despite TrezBonez efforts to throw Buckminister for a loop with an early onset mechanical. We got our jam on and managed to early direct highland ave traffic, which was great except for the backing up highland ave a bit. We circled the Davis Constellation a few times before hitting up Fort Houston-we-have-a-problem to take care of Acehole's groove problem. Oh, and Mechanical! in space!
From there it was a top secret route involving hills and near disco star hits as we made our way to the JP system. Through some creative team consensus navigating we made it most of the way to Buntjigger's BBQ, however there was some confusion after some gnarly g-well activity near her fort left us all incredibly drained (in space) and unable to read the street sign that... oh right... wasn't there. No matter. We in fact found the amazing downhill and managed to pull out of orbit without killing too many anythings. I do believe this effort put our friendly navi-polymorph in jeopardy and appleseed wasn't seen again. Buntjigger ensured that pilots were provided with molecules of joy. Launch down the hill was pretty neat. I'm sure other pilots beside me got bruised trying to leave the BBQ orbit.
Space was now our frontier as we fought our way through 2 navigators on to the Arrrr-boretoreum. We made it though there was some more bailing, but also some floatie additions to our merry crew. We made it to the top of the Arrrrr-boretoreum and ignited small photon ray sticks and ran around, and what happened to all the space suits? Some pilots are just so brave... space walking... without a spacesuit.... in space.
We hit up a refuelling station not long after, said goodbye to the JP system locals of our crew, and headed on home, with a great view of this weird star event as we crossed the wormhole gateway back into the Cambridge system. Oh, and polymorphing navimagator struck again on that last stretch. I guess it's not fun if the tailgunner only gets one pilot to try and coordinate with.
Despite intense amounts of lens flare, we made it to the landing pad in style and concluded the 13th anniversary celebration of scul. Hip hip... hooray, in space!
|Axeman||Storm Rider||408.173||Lieutenant Commander|
|dillweed||Ooh La La||458.145||Lieutenant Commander|
|Dr HeadCrash||Catastrophe||627.379||Rear Admiral, Lower Half|
|Evil Twin||Delirium||274.035||Master Chief Petty Officer|
|Exon||Curb Burner||254.623||Petty Officer Third Class|
|Feet||Filled With Creamy Goodness||293.435||Petty Officer Third Class|
|magneato||Pascal's Triangle||429.435||Vice Admiral|
|Nameless||Vertigo||471.083||Rear Admiral, Upper Half|
|Nixie||Spooky Pirate||327.405||Petty Officer First Class|
|Nosepicker||Quaziscroto||162.874||Rear Admiral, Lower Half|
|NoWay||Annihilation||421.798||Petty Officer First Class|
|Rotwang||Paranoia||308.056||Lieutenant Junior Grade|
|Samurai||Heartbreaker||264.338||Lieutenant Junior Grade|
|Shakes||Pride||351.584||Master Chief Petty Officer|
|Sniffles||Swamp Thing||358.332||Master Chief Petty Officer|
|UglySac||Watch the Chrome||273.435|
|Mission Size||32 pilots|
|Destination||OMG BBQ Berkeley Buntjigger Boretum|