Friendly Fire

Mission Summary

Too much fun was had. Too little bleeding happened. There
were a bunch of mechanicals... I think Bane Thunderwolf and Twitch
were the most upset with their choices in ships. Wait wait wait, I'm
getting ahead of myself, in space.

For starters, pilots showed up and we launched all casual like.
Headcrash and Dillweed took on navtail duties and made sure everyone
was together. In fine Nameless form, our goals were to listen to
metal, derby, break each other, and generally have a good time.

The problem was that the metal died 5 songs into the playlist. There
was backup of the disco variety, but it was a sad day in metal-land,
in space, that we had to listen to some pretty terrible songs from
that playlist.

The space flight pattern took us in an interesting direction where we
actually didn't touch any of the normal constellations. We took off
through the somerville system and made our way over to the Charles
Starship Yard. There was water, the smell of old dead mollusks, and
space. Thalo was so excited, he ejected out of his seat. Or his seat
ejected him out. Thankfully there was some rope to tie it on a bit.
The ancient derby arena of old rose up, and those who were not Nancy
Boys yielded to the call to smack the crap out of each other. It was
quite the spectacle, in some ways the pinnacle of pilots' ability to
maneuver in tight quarters and persevere. Some pilots amused
themselves instead by climbing the space arena structures, and by
tossing around a little UFO. Torquebox brought it along. Yay
Torquebox. It would have been better if it were all metal, spewed out
screaming death lyrics, and sliced people up, but white plastic seems
like an ok alternative.

After pilots thirst for boom smash was slated, we continued on over to
the Cambridge system in order to enjoy sandwiches... in space. Some
pilots burned up on re-entry. Poor things... probably sucked out an
airlock somewhere. We wish them well.

It was all in all a fantastic time, and we went on over to MIT after
that and had a great ride. In keeping with part of Nameless' wishes,
we did school a whole bunch of Nosepicker. This culminated in two
fairly spectacular events: his chopper got hucked over a fence for him
to go and get, AND he got run over by Starhustler.

Yup, a lot of fun with WAY too little metal. Oh, and I think Twitch's
anus is bleeding.