Operation
Kineticcting to LOL
Chapter 1: Radiation

The moment our ships landed beneath the protection of the hyperspace byway the feeling began to grow. We had made radiation contact much earlier than expected. Within the first light year it began. The gentle radiation you tell yourself will blow over grows, seeping into your dry parts, and slowly starts to burrow into your brain. It was cold and we were hit steady, not hard, but steady. We had a long flight path ahead of us and getting hit hard is what worried us.

Dr. Claw silently checked his protocol droid, separate from the other pilots. We engaged in jovial conversation as the radiation increase from above. Then we heard it, the navigators maniacal laugh reverberating from the beams of our temporary sanctuary. This was not a good sign. We gathered around the radiation map and gasped in horror.

How did we get into this mess? A late launch did not seem to be a problem; Pilots scrambled with last minute preparations. When Cloudbuster’s in flight sonic disruptor disk failure brought us great fear, the admiral was able to fix the issue quickly. Previous radiation maps showed contact at a much later point in time and no where near this magnitude. Damn the Weather Lords! This weather is HAPPENING.

As mission leader, Dead Bride broke off from the fleet to gather any protection supplies that could be procured from a near by refueling station. Epoxy set off as well when supplies did not meet the needs of the fleet. Spacesuits were reinforced with gorilla tape, radiation ponchos, shower curtains, and zip lock storage radiation shields for our boots. We gorged ourselves with burritos, rice crispy particles, and other food molecules and launched off into the dark wet bowels of the wormhole.

Chapter 2: The Race is on…

We rode heroically for the rest of the leg to Fort Varnum. Red Squirrel hit a giant hole in the space time continuum and Centvrion dropped out of warp. Other than that the ride was smooth and glorious. Landed at Fort Varnum, set up camp, and PTFO.

When the evil day star rose we fueled up with the Admiral's demon brew and some of the 758 clips of grenades mysteriously found at Fort Varnum. A brief sighting of Threespeed was made and we headed off to the Lowell System. We intercepted Dreadflint and Excess in their epic journey piloting their newly crafted ship of sorts, Think Tank. The large duel pilot craft also had duel propulsion transfer conduits each with a width no less than 20x any found in our current fleet not to mention heavy nebula transport capabilities. A beast. A beautiful beast.

The fleet encircled Think Tank with Pit Crew YT, Hackworth, and Threespeed in the interior. Our convoy moved through the course to the mud obstacle where the mighty force of many pilots aided Think Tank. Space suits were coated with the thick innocuous substance but the everyone made it out alive, including Think Tank. The race continued.

Think Tanks persistent and steady pace was too much for the System of Lowel and the craft was forced into a heavy transport to reach the last obstacle, the radiation nebula. While Think Tank glided effortlessly into the nebula the journey was cut short by a rear radiation pontoon becoming dislodged. Safety crafts escorted Think Tank to shore.

The Flleet then headed to see the Wizard, the wonderful wizard of electronic divertissement. Pinball, fried food molecules, and hammock naps were had and the Fleet headed back to Fort Varnum for some R&R.

At the next rise of the Day Star, with full bellies, the Fleet launched for Fort Tyler. Swells of g-wells, ice cream, friendly civis, good company and wonderful weather smiled upon us. All seemed to be well with the world until Cloudbuster crash landed in a scenic woodland path. Dr. Claw discovered a small wire fragment in the primary thruster casting. Lordmcfuzz found the lost barrel adjuster among leaf debris, and a nut was borrowed from Red Squirrel. The Admiral declared the crisis averted and the ship sound. We continued home safely to the fort and eventually our beds.
Pilot Ship Points Promotion
Dead Bride Star Hustler (Bombardier) 1475.28   Commander
DrClaw Skywarp 1441.73   Vice Admiral
Epoxy Star Hustler 1096.07   Senior Chief Petty Officer
Everest Anger 783.266   Commander
Fleet Admiral Skunk Cloudbuster 2030.17  
Lordmcfuzz Moneypenny 3257.76  
Red Squirrel Centvrion 1314.23   Lieutenant, Junior Grade
Mission Task Pilot
Airlock Red Squirrel
Compressor Wrangler Red Squirrel
ComSat Monkey Lordmcfuzz
Damage Control Dead Bride
Deck Officer Lordmcfuzz
Deck Officer Asst. Dead Bride
Food Wrangler Dead Bride
Medi Bag Lordmcfuzz
Mission Leader Dead Bride
Mission Pinner Dead Bride
Mission Reporter Red Squirrel
Navigator DrClaw
Print Jockey Fleet Admiral Skunk
RadioBox A Fleet Admiral Skunk
Stellar Cartographer DrClaw
Sticker Bag Everest
Still Cam Epoxy
Tailgunner Red Squirrel
Tool Bag Dead Bride
Wookiee Bag Fleet Admiral Skunk
Division: MAD
Date: 09/23/2016
Status: Success 
Origin: Fort Tyler
Destination: Lowell Kenetic SCULpture race
Light Years: 96.138
G-Well Activity: 3.2125
Technical Rating: 2.9004