There was a sparse but productive MRC, in which Skylab got new
correctly-oriented dropouts, plus silver racing stripes and a
color-matched plasma casing. And Dogi made a lot of food molecules.
We flew to a Cruftlabs distress call but due to a temporal sideslip
arrived one Earth week too early. We chose not to wait, but did
avail ourselves of Luna Shaw's back-room fuel dump station. A
fascinating glimpse into the inner workings of this fuel-rich body --
not to be missed!
En route Annihilation's cockpit dismembered itself under Bane, but Skunk
restored it to flightworthiness by vigorous application of a
hydrospanner. Skylab, finicky as always, required several adjustments
to its new aft end.
Disappointed in our crufty ambitions, we turned to THE PEAR for
solace. Dr. Claw and Beez constructed a route and we made the
Lokiducker suffered a rare and severe mechanical, fracturing its
coaster retro strap and bucking Moose off hard enough that he actually
complained. With his mouth.
Meanwhile Leotard's starboard beer molecule reserve was punctured,
leading her by a series of misconceptions to jettison her entire water
supply into space.
At our destination we observed the Stations of the Pear, chanted the
Fruity Scriptures antiphonally, and sounded the Pear Gong. All was in
vain as the PEAR GOD poured forth radiation on our journey home.
Well, we did the best we could. The pear alone knows what we would
have been smote with had we not made obeisance. More mechanicals
On the landing pad Babymaggot Jive was hazed and his moves put to the
test, earning his name with flying colors! Plus radiation bonus for
In closing all hail the pear.
|Crosscut||Ez Raider||162.253||Aviator First Class|
|dogi||Mad Rabbit||338.03||Petty Officer 2nd Class|
|Epoxy||One Night Stand||0|
|Fleet Admiral Skunk||Cloudbuster||949.195|
|magneato||Yer Mom||238.6||Chief Petty Officer|
|moose||LokiDucker||525.22||Rear Admiral, Lower Half|
|Deck Officer Asst.||Leotard|
|Mission Leader||Fleet Admiral Skunk|
|MRC Officer||Fleet Admiral Skunk|