Providence Smiles Upon Us
SCUL managed to cram their ships through the T's teeny airlocks, and got a ride to the Providence System for Maker Faire. We didn't bother to have a booth as we're a nomadic lot, we participated in the event by bring out ships, and conversed with many wrinkly brains.
Alas, it was very hard to force ourselves to leave, and waiting until the festival ended before setting course for home. This proved to be a very foolish move, as the g-wells are intense anywhere outside of the Greater Boston Rim - The Providence system particularly so.
Like so many long-range missions, SCUL elicited several suburban barbecue freak-outs, where every single person in visual range looses it as we disrupt their spacetime continuum.
Skunk thinks back to when the fleet was just outside the 495 hyperspace byway, eating dinner at 7-11 since all the restaurants close early in the burbs, looking at the hug clock sign in the plaza reading 32 degrees, midnight. Kinda bit of a morale crusher, considering we had been choppin' and reppin' since like 1000 hours.
As we got closer to our home turf, the civilian behavior slowly returned to it's nonplussed state - which ironically felt comforting. Thanks to the upbeat morale of the rest of the crew and a steady supply of the Chopper Groove Life Support, we made it home.
Bare facts and figures: first leg from Ft. Bartlett to wormhole was
4.88 LY; on return leg, we spent 6:20 hrs. moving, 3:05 stopped, for
average speed while moving of 9.6mph (as it would be measured on earth)