Metric Century of the Phoenix
Welcome to Wood's Hole, the nicest hole in the the entire Galaxy of Massholes! Five pilots enter. Three pilots leave...
Stardate 20130824.s.1130, a small detachment of pilots from the first and fourth fleet launched from the Buttonwood Constellation in the NB System. It was a late launch as Civitron put the finishing touches on an untested disruptor dish configuration. The weather conditions were favorably the best New England has to offer. The team was greeted by an initial spike in Posi-G-Wells as we reached
Civitron navigated the squadron through and around a of multiple incoming and oncoming transports near the N Quadrant. We were nearly swallowed up by angry food as she waved her serpentine tentacles in an attempt to usher us to a deliciously grim death between the massive teeth of her distorted,
. Thankfully, we escaped her clutches and were able to cross the Achushnet Astroid Belt, unscathed.
As we entered the Fairhaven System, Y.T. marveled at the beautiful architecture of these ancient and glorious space stations. Unfortunately, after surviving hungry alien beasts, crossing an asteroid belt, and besting the first Negi-G-Well of this adventure, Beatleman suffered a mechanical of plasma casing failure and burnt out at 7.3 l.y. Red-faced and oozing radiation, he made the call to return to Fort Jonathan to recharge his weary power cells and inform Ladytron of our progress. While Hackworth made the necessary repairs to Voluptuous' primary thruster, we took advantage of a fuel dump station in the nearby Millicent Data Repository. As the four remaining pilots bid farewell to our fallen comrade, we made our way to the Phoenix Wormhole.
Within the dazzling depths of the wormhole, the prophets greeted us with a collection of wonders to behold. Semi-nude CBUs made entirely of leather, pygmy food chanting the songs of her people, assorted earthlings in escape pods, and many younglings learning to pilot their first starships! Once we left the safe interior of the slipstream, we were blessed by a visit from the mythical giant Civitronian Seahorse! It's pink and blue skin, shimmering in the light of the Daystar. Could this be a sign from the Space Leviathan that today's mission would yield great success or terrible defeat? Only time would tell because the seahorse wasn't talking.
Star Route 6, Grand Army of the Republic Skyway, is no place to conduct an exploratory mission. It's massive convoys of heavy transport, cold shoulder, billowing space dust and barren landscape made for unhappy pilots. So, before our flies started dropping like maggots, we laid in new coordinates for North Street... Not THAT North Street! Time to double back past the giant sea horse. Hello sea horse! See horses! Dream horses! See wooden horses! There sure are a lot of horses!
Turk purposefully bailed out at light year 26. He was called to heroism on a distant space station and we enjoyed the consumption of fowl ovum. Yummy! Then, our terrific trio of Hackworth, y.t., and Civitron were left to see the mission through to the Wood's Hole System. First, we had to find a place to refuel. Our power cells were running dangerously low.
We found food molecules at Luna Minerva's Pizzeria near the Agawam Asteroid Belt in the Wareham System. Mad Owl was hatched just a few clicks away from here! The staff at Minerva's was crazy nice and the food molecules were just what we needed to continue our trek to that Pie in the Sky. Refueling here will definitely be on the agenda next time we come this way. As we sat in the sun with bellies full, reflecting on the amazing day we've had and the undoubtedly epic adventure ahead, we collectively made the decision to refine our mission parameters. We wouldn't be upset or ashamed if we didn't reach 100 lightyears, as long as we had fun reaching our destination. So, we sent a subspace transmission for Ladytron to rendezvous with us in the Wood's Hole System, refilled the plasma casings on Artemis and SCULly, and continued onward toward the next stargate.
Zipping over the Agawam and past the Onset Nebula, onto the Cranberry Skyway and through the Cohasset Asteroid belt, we finally discovered the gateway into the great twin Canal Wormholes. The first towering structure to bridge the two wormholes was beautiful but impassable for starships and paled in comparison to the bridge ahead. The path to the Bourne Bridge seemed almost paradoxical. We could see it ahead and even pass under it but... How do we get there? Thanks to some helpful CBUs and a very rude Starbucks slave, we were finally able to find a secret path across the most treacherous skyway the Starchasers have ever dared to venture. The empire has deemed this bridge too dangerous to cross onboard our crafts. Therefore we were forced to spacewalk. Perhaps we will petition to make this route more safe for starship pilots.
Back on the road. No more wormhole for some time, lots of Negi- and Posi-G-Welling. A rogue starfighter provided more precise coordinates to Shining Sea Wormhole just as the Daystar descended into darkness. One by one, our droids went to sleep. We were adrift in the loving arms of the slipstream with no hope of contacting air support. Thankfully, the wormhole carried us safely to our destination. Ladytron and Mad Owl greeted us with open arms and warm smiles just outside the Luna Pie in the Sky.
The Civic-tron transported us and our ships back to Fort Jonathan, later that night. We were far from achieving our primary mission objective but accomplished something even greater. We had fun. Each revolution brought a new learning experience for some and strange new sites for others. AND Thanks to a metric conversion, we discovered that in another part of the universe, this was in fact a century!
63.7161 lightyears. = 102.541 metric kilo-lightyears