An excellent MRC was organized by Skunk, in which USB ships Compliance
and Sloth were repaired, a new rear thruster for Catastrophe was
laced, and JVH Hippogriff acquired a new navigational retro.
With 18 stalwart pilots braving cryonic conditions, SCUL ventured
forth among food driven barking mad by quaint sporting events native
to planet Earth.
A steady rain of light mechanicals dogged our thrusters, as warp drops
were rife. Hapto navigated deftly through alleys and byways, to
destinations of derby around a black hole and pizza molecules.
Moose's ship suffered violent thruster derigging in derby.
TurboPickle's demure yet flouncy outfit delighted all, his
cherry-orange chintz toning in with Hapto's kicky orange brocade. Q's
scientific uniform was a fine complement to his mutated craft.
UglySac made a brief yet hideously repellent appearance in deep Boston
system, but we managed to shake him loose before hitting the landing
pad. Hapto's choice of new landing location was downright cozy and
pleasant, and SayAgain was knighted a pilot after shaving many a yak
during his trial.
Funk was busted, the mighty spirit of SCUL was raised, HIP HIP HUZZAH.