Show the Admiral a Good Time - Skunk Day 2009

The fleet prepared for this mission by expanding Starhustler's cargo
capabilities. Starhustler's cargo hold was loaded with
mission-critical classified items; once full some remaining items were
distributed among various pilots. Light radiation greeted the fleet as
we made our way to the launchpad. Several pilots informed Master Chief
Petty Officer Axeman that his rear thruster was negi, but nothing but
a complete thruster failure would stop his ability to pilot his ship.
At the launchpad, MCPO Axeman started us off with a brief and
partially intelligible speech during which standard pre-mission launch
procedures were roughly adhered to. The fleet launched into
intermittent light radiation and began a routine patrol of the local
star systems.



The food was enthusiastic during our routine patrol and we picked up
several floaties. Senior Chief Petty Officer Bendy's starmap took us
through alternative waypoints in the Somerville and Medford systems,
where one of our floaties experienced an inner plasma casing failure.
The fleet halted to make repairs and for SCPO Bendy's droid to
recalculate and plot the most effective route to our destination.



With plasma re-added to Floaty Raven's rear thruster, an increasingly
food-molecule-deprived fleet continued its journey through deep space
to arrive at a wormhole parallel to the Mystic Nebula. Previous
wormhole travelers left deep philosophical musings which we pondered
over as we followed the wormhole to its terminus in a
radiation-shielded top secret location. Shortly after the fleet
docked, our cargo was unloaded and expanded into a fully functional
mess hall.



Soon the enticing aromas of shabu-shabu and mulled cider molecules
began to fill the impromptu mess hall. As we completed food molecule
deployment, Admiral Fleet Ready Retard noticed that we had left all of
the highly concentrated protein nutrients at the fort. AFR Retard and
Vice Admiral y.t. sortied back to the fort to retrieve the missing
nutrients and rejoined the fleet, who were busy gorging themselves to
satisfaction.



Once the savory food molecules has been consumed, we completed the
food-related celebration of Admiral Skunk's Day by presenting primary
thruster replica food of the chocolate persuasion, courtesy of the
negatively demoted pilot Pywaket. It was fraking delicious.



After our meal was complete, Skunk decreed that the three floaties who
had joined us thus far for the mission were by special declaration
accepted as babymaggots. We hazed the floaties-now-babymaggots
Maestro, Raven and Schneke, and also hazed babymaggot TreeKiller. We
also spent some time experimenting with Personal Orbiting Rotating
Shields. MCPO Axeman was observed to have a latent gene for PORS
manipulation, and there was much rejoicing. MsMoon DID NOT sing. She
never opened her mouth and maintained absolute discretion at all
times.



The funk was enthusiastically busted during our return to the fort. We
retired to level 2, exhausted and completely satisfied.