Operation
SCUL Day Observed
Morale was high at MRC, and Fort Tyler was abuzz with pilots preparing to celebrate SCUL's 21st orbital and witness the dawn on this great day. Before exiting the airlock, Fleet Admiral Skunk called a meeting to tell us all something very important: I love my gang. A phrase that all SCUL pilots should be proud to say, because it reminds us (especially after excessive time in meatspace) that SCUL is a tremendously posi family.

Filled with determination, hauling molecules and unsavory snacks, pilots gathered at the launch pad. As the first order of business, Shadowcat christened a new ship: Mousetrap. A H.A.R.V. of Meticulously Engineered Whimsy. We then set off, our sonic disruptor array providing some of the classic SCUL life support courtesy of the fleet admiral.

After crossing the Charles asteroid belt into the Brookline System, we stopped at a favorite refueling station for more unsavory snacks and some orbital groove. Threespeed rounded up some snacks that were prematurely set adrift, in the form of cheese, crackers, apples, and other deliciousness. While the fleet refueled, our lasers and oxygen-assisted hydro cannons attracted the attention of a civi and two special operations STs, who we quickly befriended. Once all pilots had refueled, we continued onward with our civi-turned-Klingon.

We flew past Northeastern University, an area that has been overtaken by black holes. While passing through some turbulence in orbit, Cotton Candy was forced to abandon ship. Luckily she sustained minimal injury, and Iridium served her well as we descended through the south west wormhole and into the Jamaica Plain system.

Up and around the Forest Hills subsystem, with the Arboretum in sight, we stopped in order for Snow to repair Deep Blue Dream. A park ST took notice as we dealt with the mechanical, and Shepherd assured them that all was under control, and we showed them a glorious launch when we broke orbit again, headed for the Arboretum.

Silencing the fleet and embracing the darkness of space, we started up the extremely negi g-well to the top of the Arboretum. It was an arduous task for even the most battle-hardened among us, but with the help of some spacewalking, we crushed the g-well and were rewarded with a well-deserved space breeze and the perfect location to celebrate another orbital of SCUL.

Pilots proceeded to celebrate (many sans-spacesuit) along with the klingon who had been brave enough to continue onwards with us this far. There were molecules, delicious macaroons from Pastry Queen, toasted marshmallows from couscous, and many other savory and unsavory snacks accompanied by dancing, hammocks, pilot show and tell, and general merriment. Fleet Admiral Secret Skunk led a secret expedition to the secret location to secretly commemorate the secret thing, which was a secret success.

Shepherd, quite overdue, was knighted by Snow with the knight saber glowing bright white in the not-yet dawn. We celebrated Red Squirrel's 50th mission with a group hug, Wombat's 200th mission with a crowd surf, and Threespeed's 300th mission with cheers and other sonic disruption. Several pilots plotted to draw S-C-U-L with sparklers, an effort led by fstop using his long exposure droid, ensuring its success.

After the great celebration, we flew down the now very-posi g-well out of the Arboretum. On our way back through the south west wormhole, we saw the first signs of dawn as the space birds chirped and the dawn light began to reveal itself. Towards the end of the wormhole, Everest abandoned ship after a negi encounter with some space leaves. The medi-team rushed in to treat seemingly minor injuries, only to find that in addition to the flesh wounds sustained this was the elbow Everest had previously fractured and that the impact may have caused another. Taco informed the front of the fleet that got split off ahead of the situation. When we set off again, the dawn was imminent.

The dawn materialized to greet us just as we cruised across the BU hyperspace byway, and pilots cheered as the Fleet Admiral provided appropriately thematic life support.

Back at the launch pad, the fleet awarded Shadowcat a Builder medal, a medal of Injury to Everest, Cotton Candy, and Taco, and medals of Strength to pilots who braved the Arboretum's negi g-well without spacewalking. The 21st orbital of SCUL was deemed an utter success, and we all rejoiced: I love my gang.
Pilot Ship Points Promotion
AceHole Temerity 194.167  
BaneThunderwolf Pale Horse 325.408  
Cotton Candy Iridium 0  
couscous Glittergasm 348.423   Petty Officer 3rd Class
Dead Bride Mad Rabbit 541.281   Ensign
dogi Freedom 306.217   Petty Officer 1st Class
DrClaw Shockwave 392.654   Commodore
Everest Lust 278.197   Senior Chief Petty Officer
excess Chutes & Ladders 536.814   Lieutenant, Junior Grade
Fixie Civilianship 113.833   Recruit
Fleet Admiral Skunk Cloudbuster 399.5  
fstop CivilianShip3 305.833  
Leotard Trinity 410.896   Commander
Lordmcfuzz Moneypenny 1187.63  
Manchild CivilianShip2 0   Recruit
Pastry Queen Princess Fun Police 504.452   Lieutenant Commander
Punchy Compliance 344.907   Commander
RadMax Chastity 326.282   Senior Chief Petty Officer
Red Squirrel Centvrion 160.999   Petty Officer 3rd Class
Shadowcat Mousetrap 475.034   Ensign
Shepherd Summer 432.983   Aviator
Snow Deep Blue Dream 66.5883  
Taco Bieber Fever 406.401   Senior Chief Petty Officer
Threespeed Schadenfreude 434.666  
Wombat Abandon All Hope 403.628  
Mission Task Pilot
Airlock Lordmcfuzz
Chalk Bag Pastry Queen
Cleaner Shadowcat
Compressor Wrangler Lordmcfuzz
ComSat Monkey Taco
Comsat Monkey Partner 1 Threespeed
Comsat Monkey Partner 2 excess
Damage Control Red Squirrel
Deck Officer Lordmcfuzz
Deck Officer Asst. Dead Bride
Flat Bag Cotton Candy
Medi Bag Leotard
Minister of Zoobs Threespeed
Mission Leader Fleet Admiral Skunk
Mission Pinner Everest
Mission Reporter couscous
MRC Officer Lordmcfuzz
Navigator Pastry Queen
RadioBox A Fleet Admiral Skunk
Radiobox B Leotard
RadioBox C DrClaw
Skynet Operator (post-mission) Lordmcfuzz
Stellar Cartographer Pastry Queen
Sticker Bag Shepherd
Still Cam fstop
Tailgunner Dead Bride
Tool Bag excess
Wookiee Bag Fixie
Division: MAD
Date: 07/01/2017
Status: Success 
Origin: Fort Tyler
Destination: Arboretum en route to Dawn
Light Years: 16.6285
G-Well Activity: 3.3518
Technical Rating: 2.2245