Operation
Divine Comedy
Seven Circles, one cup.

An almost perfect milk run except for Lordmcfuzz, whose FURIOUS ASS destroyed Greed's mast, tearing a gaping hole in its hull at mile 1. (He space-ran back to the fort and remounted on Pestilence.) Navtail functioned beautifully, and the Comsat team with its space ham radios provided excellent communications. Bendy reappeared from his far western Galaxy, claiming to have a "Dad Bod" but looking about the same. At least we think it was Bendy.

We achieved the mission objectives. Setting a thing on fire: Threespeed and Deadblow's ship Dr. Moreau, which flew equipped with a propane poofer that is robust and reliable enough to operate in thickly settled districts. If you're dead to all reason. I cannot overemphasize the awesomeness of this device, whose flames are mounted right at HARV pilot eye level for convenient nose warming and fireball viewing.

Good deeds: small but trenchant. Rocket chased a rotten orange about half a ly on foot after mis-throwing it, so as to throw it again more accurately. Acehole dragged an enormous deadly crinoid tendril out of the wormhole (though not before Bendy nearly took down Cloudbuster with it). DeadBride rescued a dropped headlight, at great personal risk from the terrifying beak of Dr. Moreau.

Stretch goal of arriving at Lexington Center was achieved, though at the expense of ascending the spiral parking ramp toward the heavens, which we gotta do again one of these missions. Theological theming was successful, with many Deadly Choppers, Horseman Choppers, and Generally Divine or Infernal Choppers in flight. Leotard got older. We ate deviled eggs, Devil Dogs, and angel food cake, and quaffed Snow's delicious grog.

We went directly out and back, mostly via the Minuteman wormhole. On the way back we came up on an ST pulled over on the wormhole with lights on. I (tard) thought a sonic complaint must have been called in, and pulled over to take defensive action. I asked "Can I help you?" and the ST replied "That thing is crazy." This wasn't the conversation I expected. After a pregnant pause he said "That thing is awesome." I answered "Thank you sir. Carry on." and departed, all posi.

Some people got ice cream molecules at Davis Constellation. (Dr. Claw crushed his for extra speedy digestion.) Cloudbuster gave Wombat symmetrical knee bites. We dumpstered an enormous amount of candy molecules. And we stopped at Dr Claw's fort to dump fuel.
Pilot Ship Points Promotion
AceHole Temerity 378.086   Petty Officer 3rd Class
Beetle Juice Catastrophe 569.493   Petty Officer 3rd Class
Bendy Lust 275.212   Aviator
Dead Bride Chastity 350.168   Aviator First Class
dogi Saint Christopher 307.106   Aviator First Class
DrClaw Abandon All Hope 637.669   Petty Officer 2nd Class
Epoxy Pale Horse 302.845   Aviator
excess Chutes & Ladders 310.008   Petty Officer 1st Class
Fritzer Trez Bonz 0   Recruit
Leotard Trinity 715.282   Petty Officer 1st Class
Lordmcfuzz Greed 1059.2   Petty Officer 1st Class
Rocket Iridium 304.66  
Snow War 393.431   Petty Officer 3rd Class
Stogie Wadlow 530.767   Petty Officer 3rd Class
Threespeed Dr. Moreau 480.962   Petty Officer 1st Class
Wombat Cloudbuster 523.892   Petty Officer 3rd Class
Mission Task Pilot
Airlock DrClaw
Compressor Wrangler Lordmcfuzz
ComSat Monkey Threespeed
Comsat Monkey Partner 1 Beetle Juice
Damage Control DrClaw
Deck Officer Leotard
Deck Officer Asst. Lordmcfuzz
Flat Bag Fritzer
Food Wrangler Lordmcfuzz
Medi Bag Rocket
Minister of Zoobs Wombat
Mission Leader Leotard
Mission Pinner Dead Bride
Mission Reporter Leotard
MRC Officer Lordmcfuzz
Navigator Snow
Recycler Wombat
Skynet Operator (post-mission) Wombat
Stellar Cartographer Wombat
Sticker Bag Snow
Still Cam Stogie
Tailgunner AceHole
Tool Bag Bendy
Wookiee Bag Rocket
Division: MAD
Date: 04/30/2016
Status: Success 
Origin: Fort Tyler
Destination: Heaven & Hell
Light Years: 18.6278
G-Well Activity: 0.0022
Technical Rating: 1.1037