Lined up in tight formation on Ft. Joy's launch pad, many pilots were
wearing their fancy spacesuits for this special occasion. The fleet
was truly a sight to behold. Nosepicker christened his new ship
we were off!
Soon after liftoff, the fleet observed an oncoming transport nearly
impact a civilian space station. This crisis was averted when the
transport operator fired retrograde engines at full thrust a few
seconds before impact, and the fleet continued on their way.
Shortly thereafter we attracted a floatie named Sidwell. This was no
average floatie though. He had been out on a space walk and managed
to keep pace with the fleet for almost the entire mission
sans-a-spaceship! He must have had some sort of advanced alien
technology to allow him to keep pace with us while we were traveling
at warp speed. He even weathered a localized radiation storm,
While landing SKP Bonnie & Clyde at a refueling station in the Central
Constellation, Wombat, whose shields were down, suffered a minor high
altitude collision with a low-hanging sign at Luna Coolidge Cleaners,
resulting in a flesh wound. Retard promoted the enjoyment of minor
first aid while the rest of us went on shore leave. Pilots Pecan and
Resonator were spotted at this location wearing subspace entertainment
inspired spacesuits. They were likely invoved in some sort of covert
We then took off for the Boston System and landed there to perform the
awards ceremony. Before the ceremony Civitron was knighted to much
fanfare. It doesn't seem like he will have much trouble endeavoring
to be a super hero... Many awards were then bestowed, but the highest
honor went to h4ckw0r+h. His Iron Cog award was a very small version
of ARP Synesthesia. He attempted to fly it around a bit but decided
it was slightly too small for successful space travel.
Just as we were preparing to launch for our return flight, Killgore
inconspicuously traded his ship and spacesuit for Sidwell's spacesuit.
Many of us were fooled by the old spacesuit switcheroo, especially as
Killgore managed to unlock its power immediately and keep up with the
fleet for a portion of our trip back to base. We eagerly await his
report on the workings of this strange alien technology.
After landing back at the fort, Y.T. brought forward her baby maggot
Whydah. Many puns over his choice of call sign ensued. Finally,
Fleet Admiral Skunk commended us for winding down the season with such
a professionally flown mission.
Glory was reached, the Funk was handily Busted!
|Civitron||Compliance||294.23||Petty Officer Third Class|
|Fleet Admiral Skunk||Cloudbuster||921.811|
|Nosepicker||Chumlee||235.28||Lieutenant Junior Grade|
|Sadie Blake||Mad Rabbit||561.46||Rear Admiral, Upper Half|
|Trogdor||Catastrophe||356.718||Petty Officer Second Class|
|Wombat||Bonnie & Clyde||571.971||Lieutenant Junior Grade|
|yt||Secret Asian SCULly||251.009|
|Mission Leader||Fleet Admiral Skunk|
|MRC Officer||Fleet Admiral Skunk|
|Flat Bag||Self Destruct|
|Airlock||Fleet Admiral Skunk|
|Life Support 1||hackworth|
|Minister of Zoobs||DrClaw|
|Beer Wrangler||Sadie Blake|