Operation
The Irradiated Wizard of Ros
Focus Focus Focus

The ever ready Starchasers of the NBS decided tonight was a night to cruise. We checked the galactic warnings and heard there was to be radiation, so we geared up and decided to fly quick and true.

ABOUT THAT…

After some quick shifting about and a late liftoff, we locked down Fort Jonathan and set off into the wispy evernight. Tres amigos en route to glory, mapping the areas of former defeats.

At 21:31 Truth Seeker had our first crash outside of Candleworks. Candleworks is in dNB on the edge of the fishlands. No gear was lost, no tears were shed. Pressing through, we came to a short shore leave at a field for balls named Ben Rose.

Scrawled across the wall was an uplifting ditty, “We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors. We borrow it from our children.” There were some more lots to float, some CBUs to snackify, and so so many cups crushed.

Swooshing toward the Void, we dumped fuel and sped along the nebula walk. Solemnly remembering the crash of Cloudbuster. Making sure to come and go as quickly as possible, bearing down on the decommissioned Dead Tabor. Once inside we encountered so many young CBUs. Aimlessly it seemed they wafted in space, searching but never finding. In droves they littered the pathways, never taking eyes from their droids, stupefied.

Shadowman knew what ailed them. A new program, Pokemon Go, had them going at all hours of the day and night. They were as zombies, some even carting mini CBUs. A shore leave upon the highest point and the closest edge of the Void was a perfect time for chalk bag, Civitron’s epic poems, and a quick history lesson on the squid god.
“GIMME THAT TUNA!”

The clouds rolled in. Dragons in the sky surrounded us as we spoke of leviathans. Radiation soon come. Time to split! Down to West Beach where we met a lovely pair of CBUs. We woke them, snacked them, funked them, and put them back to bed.

As the final hill home loomed in the misty distance, Shadowman expressed concern for a slippery booster and POP! By his voice it clattered into nothingness. Mechanical! Goro was a stripper in her off time and the secret came to light tonight. There was no fixing what was, so Civi made nice nice with the zippies and Goro became a glorified scooter.

Oh and hey, remember those looming dragon clouds? The delay was to our detriment as the big fat drops splooshed around us, followed by lights and explosions. We were in a full on thunderstorm by time we reached the Rural of Silent Six. Much soggy space walking to be had through the swampy deep.

But never give up hope true believers! The Starchasers huffed and puffed and finished the mission!!! Upon which Shadowman purposefully crashed Goro outside the airlock doors. Irradiated to the bottom layers, Civitron smiled “I’ve had worse.” Three went out, three returned, all pieces accounted for. All for one, one for funk.
Pilot Ship Points Promotion
Civitron Artemis 1598.76  
Shadowman Goro 896.691  
Truth Seeker Hook 0  
Mission Task Pilot
Airlock Shadowman
Chalk Bag Truth Seeker
ComSat Monkey Truth Seeker
Damage Control Civitron
Deck Officer Civitron
Flat Bag Civitron
Medi Bag Truth Seeker
Mission Leader Civitron
Mission Reporter Shadowman
MRC Officer Shadowman
Navigator Civitron
RadioBox A Civitron
Radiobox B Shadowman
Stellar Cartographer Civitron
Sticker Bag Civitron
Tailgunner Shadowman
Tool Bag Civitron
Division: SCD
Date: 07/10/2016
Status: Success 
Origin: Fort Jonathan
Destination: Crash Landing
Light Years: 14.1565
G-Well Activity: 1.986
Technical Rating: 2