So what happened? Well, it was a lovely, not-too-cold, clear winter's
night. Nosepicker navigated the fleet on the short but sweet ride
through Charlestown and up Breed's Hill. There we met a ranger with a
cool hat. As we hung out waiting for the fireworks to begin, more
civilians joined us and grooved to the tunes under the DiscoDeathStar.
At 2 minutes to midnight Skunk began the trash-talking, and to be
honest, he backed it up with some pretty nimble evasive techniques..
but eventually the mob caught him and took him down, just as the
fireworks began booming overhead.
As we gathered to leave, DreadFlint somehow managed to shear off the
left crank on BRC Water, but it's okay, we have a fix for that! Kpafun
tied DreadFlint's foot to the right pedal and he rode the whole way
home with one foot. (That included riding through the locks by North
Station... tricky!) Upon returning to the landing pad he received a
rare Medal of Artifact.
So with no further incident, the fleet returned back to base.. happy
as baby maggots and prepared to face the last year on earth. We will
BUST THE FUNK till the bitter end!!
|DreadFlint||Water||128.729||Petty Officer Third Class|
|Leotard||Trinity||425.851||Admiral, Fleet Ready|
|Nosepicker||Mike 'The Situation' Sorrentino||213.768|
|Yarko||War||84.1877||Aviator First Class|
|Life Support 1||DrClaw|
|Life Support 2||Leotard|
|Minister of Zoobs||Skunk|
|Mission Size||13 pilots|