Headcrash did some posi nagivating, and eHawk brought up the rear,
meaning full exposure to some nasty nasty gas... Buckminister can
attest to the amazing crop dusting withstood from the rear. There were
a few moments i was struck speechless because even riding faster
didn't dissipate the amazing effluvium.
We started out with games and snacks in tow to head out to that snazzy
playground near the MOS. It's great, spinny things happened, and some
venturous and hungry pilots rediscovered a game Moose used to play
back in his school days. With a bucket of alien slop, the goal is to
toss a cube of food molecules as high as you can, and still catch it
in your mouth. Or... if you are a more sadistic pilot, you could just
trick nosepicker into tossing those molecules high and then peg him in
the face with the molecules you've picked up. Pilots were showing off
alien molecule space sliminess while running around the playground.
The playground also has those neat spinny things, and pilots screamed
in terror and amusement as they tried to hang on for dear life. I
don't know about you, but I got flung onto the ground pretty good.
Also, Steerpike (who finally made pilot!!! Hooray!... he also brought
us tastey beautiful cupcakes!) was enshrouded in a super teeny weenie
jr. enseign shirt with clifford on it. I saw him get into it, and I
still can't quite believe it. The shirt is now ripped into a more
fashionable vest-garment. You should ask to see it sometime.
From there we went on to derby over near MIT. En route Chromepony had
a drive chain failure, and it was up to Pecan and her amazing thighs
of steel to return her, nameless, and the ship back to base. Nameless
rewarded her by riding off curbs, and the screams were awesome.
While near MIT we were accosted by ST's. No worry, it was not a
message from the empire killing our groove or anything. Somoene
somewhere thought there was a real live disco inferno and called the
authorities. The ST's hung out to ensure the fire brigade that all
was fine, and it was on to more derbying. Our fire just burns on in
our hearts. Funny, Skunk's never had the fire brigade called on him
when there was an ACTUAL fire on his ship.
Next... another lot for derby... though some pilots decided instead to
play "make eHawk run after the ball," which was great right up until
she twisted her ankle. Oh wait, that was me. It was pretty funny...
if you've ever seen a toddler fall, that's about how i did it.
A few clicks later and we descended on the 7-11 refuelling station
where Nosepicker was accosted by some dude in a suit. We partied and
boogied until it was time to return to base.
Oh, that Thalo guy isn't a maggot anymore, and there's another maggot
called Tessticles running around. I hear Bane Thunderwolf made his
heart hurt coming up the hill with Cloudbuster.
|BaneThunderwolf||Pestilence||1110.97||Rear Admiral, Upper Half|
|eHawk||Devastation||1146.22||Admiral, Fleet Ready|
|Fleet Admiral Skunk||Cloudbuster||977.801|
|Nameless||Chrome Pony (Bombardier)||184.775|
|Tessticles||Ooh La La||0||Recruit|
|Thalo||Mjollnir||252.39||Petty Officer 3rd Class|
|UglySac||$2 Drafts!||280.035||Rear Admiral, Upper Half|
|Minister of Zoobs||Buckminister|
|Mission Leader||Fleet Admiral Skunk|
|MRC Officer||Fleet Admiral Skunk|
|Paper Wrangler||Fleet Admiral Skunk|
|Print Jockey||Fleet Admiral Skunk|
|Recycler||Fleet Admiral Skunk|
|Skynet Operator (pre-mission)||eHawk|
|Sticker Bag||Fleet Admiral Skunk|