Operation
SCUL Day: Can You Dig It?
Happy Birthday, SCUL. Turning a sweet sixteen, we flew out looking
young and dapper with 19 pilots on board. Before we hit the launch
pad, pilots scampered around looking for trinkets and toys to gifts
our selves. We had more trouble coming up with a pretend gift, but in
the end, what needed to done was done and we head out for a long
night.



Trying to locate Kpafun, we stopped at Luna CVS for some unsavory
snacks and a special treat! Skunk showed us a display of some of his
metal friends while rainbow covered civi's walked the streets and
stopped in amusement at our glorious ships.



We headed off to one last pit stop before our final destination where
the real fun begins. We bumped into ZyGoat with some tasty treats!
Posi! We stopped at Luna 7/11, providing an extra boost for some, and
dance time for others. More excited rainbow civi's flocked our ships
while we waited to regroup.



Finally, the journey to our destination on the other side! Through
many lightyears and hills, we made it to the forbidden forest. We
flew
through dark trails in the night and up steep cliffs with minor
difficulties. We reached the mountain!



With a view that went on forever on a beautiful night, the crew set
out for the perfect location while others chatted, munched, traded
ships, and got nude. We heard the call from across the way and we
knew
the time was right!



Skunk marks the spot and we dig. Pilots check our sweet sixteen gifts
to ensure security and awesomeness. For what seemed like hours, the
fleet took turns moving space gravel and moon rocks until we finally
reached the other side of the universe, which we felt was far enough.
In the mean time, a few went off to find coordinates and other
numbers
stuff. A memory of our great feat was in order but didn't work out
too
well.



The crew set up and covered our tracks. SHIZZAM. Mission
accomplished.
We watched the sky as what was once a growing darkness began to
shimmer, we headed back to base. Back to the treacherous passage that
leads to the abyss of space, we flew at high speeds. During our final
flight of the night, the sky grew pink and our eye lids grew heavy.
Back at the launch pad, we cheered ourselves for being awesome, 16,
and cute. We called it a morning, and flew home.
Pilot Ship Points Promotion
BaneThunderwolf Annihilation 484.723   Commodore
Buckminister Immaculate Taco 292.335   Lieutenant, Junior Grade
DrClaw Summer 812.539   Admiral
excess Chutes & Ladders 378.43   Lieutenant Commander
Fleet Admiral Skunk Cloudbuster 653.03   Admiral, Fleet Ready
Instigator Spooky Pirate 395.903   Master Chief Petty Officer
Klobb Pale Horse 0  
Kpafun Civilianship 49.344  
Leotard Trinity 1179.96   Rear Admiral, Upper Half
Nosepicker Redemption 450.192   Commander
Piranha Raw Deal 727.72   Lieutenant Commander
Ripper BurningChrome 191.069   Senior Chief Petty Officer
SevenOfNine The Executive 604.144   Rear Admiral, Upper Half
steerpike Sloth 172.102  
Stogie Wadlow 940.288   Rear Admiral, Upper Half
Threespeed Schadenfreude 241.496   Captain
Treekiller Dr. Love 924.37   Rear Admiral, Lower Half
vomit Famine 791.814   Admiral
Wombat Catastrophe 558.047   Rear Admiral, Lower Half
Mission Task Pilot
Airlock Instigator
Chalk Bag Fleet Admiral Skunk
ComSat Monkey Nosepicker
Damage Control Leotard
Deck Officer vomit
Deck Officer Asst. Leotard
Flat Bag Wombat
Food Wrangler metoikos
Medi Bag BaneThunderwolf
Mission Leader Fleet Admiral Skunk
Mission Reporter Piranha
MRC Officer SevenOfNine
Navigator vomit
RadioBox A Leotard
Radiobox B DrClaw
Sticker Bag Klobb
Still Cam Stogie
Tailgunner Treekiller
Tool Bag Stogie
Wookiee Bag DrClaw
Division: MAD
Date: 06/09/2012
Status: Success 
Origin: Fort Tyler
Destination: Level E Classified
Light Years: 21.4
G-Well Activity: 3.628
Technical Rating: 2.916