Operation
Return To Lawl
Pilots arrived at the fort at an unconventional time. Friday night launch, wtf, you pilots are crazy! Mission leader Dead Bride made some burritos for all to munch on for extra energy just in case pilots did not have enough time to feed themselves. Six pilots launched from the loading dock after a quick ceremony, century protocol enacted.

It was dark...duh! Not too damp and not too cold. Groove emitted from Dr. Claws bucket while lasers danced along the wormhole scenery. The pace was fast, and then came the g-wells were the pace only faltered a little. The pilots were strong and their calves never wavered. Locals were cackling at our presence. The terribly byway was still under construction so a detour was made. 20 minutes became just a little longer. A grenade shop was already raided and it was late when the fleet arrived at the other fort. Sleepy pilots sought out spots to set up their sleeping pods as Skunk and Bane Thunderwolf chatted with them and gave them some pointers to avoid any dark matter and wanna-bees nests. The brave kinetic pilots were sleeping inside the fort gathering energy to propel their giant sculptures under the day star on the morrow.

Pilots woke from their sleeping pods to the sound of a jackhammer at 0715. Some pilots rose others tried to pretend nothing was happening. Lordmcfuzz felt trapped in his sleeping pod due to some wanna-bees got under the radiation shield but could not find their way out. Some cold brew was consumed and pilots prepared to head to the starting line. Some pilots forgot to strap down their gear and the mission leader had to take a moment to remind everyone to check before proceeding on. There was much cheer and joy at the starting line for SCUL and the other sculptures.

SCUL started in the back of the scupture pack but quickly made some passes. They were faster this year, a major improvement from last year's think tank. The mud course was not a deep this year but just as muddy. SCUL pit crew forgot about the pit crew duties of carrying the sculpture through the mud if it got stuck pfft, not true - some of us got ankle deep in mud! -DB. They cheered louder for this very reason. Pastryarchy got stuck and snapped a propulsion conduit. Ice cream floats got stuck but then leaned on the giant wheel design feature to roll its way across the mud. By the end of the course most of the crowd was chanting "ice cream!" over and over.

After fixing Pastryarchy, both sculptures made it to the radiation course in SCUL record time. Pilots found some fuel and prepared to enter the asteroid belt. Pilots were not allowed to be come irradiated by the rules. Shadowcat and Pastry Queen balanced on their flotation devices and paddled their way to the asteroid belt exit. They took a very shallow exit so they could defeat the steep exit gwell that was hidden by the radiation. Sprocket and eXceSs slowly maneuvered their sculpture through the asteroid belt loosing some ground to other sculptures that they would soon gain back after they get back to solid ground.

Pastryarchy was awarded fastest completion of the course
Ice cream floats was awarded the engineering, pilots choice, peoples choice and ace awards.

SCUL pilots left soon after the end of the race to pack up their gear and figure out their way home. Dr. Claw was not feeling well but decided to navigate the fleet back home anyways. Through similar gwells and down to the farm where Cloudbuster got a flat a year before, we knighted Tanager. Freshly knighted Tanager was ready to go and thinking about joining the local MAD mission after returning. Lordmcfuzz sent some communications out to the local pilots and awaited further information as the fleet made their way back home. The local mission with secrete objectives intercepted the fleet on the minuteman wormhole to escort the fleet back home. A detour was taken to Fort Claw so some pilots could utilize his five star rated bathroom. Dr claw was convinced to burn up for his health and Bane Thunderwolf filled in as navigator to guide the rest of the pilots back home.

Pilots nominated Dr Claw for a medal of Valor
Pilot Ship Points Promotion
Antlers Yer Mom 1117.1   Petty Officer 3rd Class
Dead Bride Mad Rabbit 1456.18   Rear Admiral, Upper Half
dogi Freedom 2018.55   Commander
DrClaw Skywarp 527.98  
Huckleberry CivilianShip2 0  
Lordmcfuzz Eat My Shorts! 2283.94  
Tanager Centvrion 0  
Threespeed Dr. Moreau 2244.43   Admiral, Fleet Ready
Mission Task Pilot
Airlock BaneThunderwolf
Chalk Bag Tanager
Compressor Wrangler Threespeed
ComSat Monkey Threespeed
Damage Control Dead Bride
Deck Officer dogi
Flat Bag Threespeed
Food Wrangler Dead Bride
Medi Bag DrClaw
Mission Leader Dead Bride
Mission Pinner Dead Bride
Mission Reporter Lordmcfuzz
Navigator DrClaw
RadioBox A DrClaw
Skynet Operator (post-mission) Dead Bride
Stellar Cartographer Threespeed
Sticker Bag Tanager
Still Cam Antlers
Tailgunner Lordmcfuzz
Tool Bag Dead Bride
Wookiee Bag DrClaw
Division: MAD
Date: 09/22/2017
Status: Success 
Origin: Fort Tyler
Destination: Lowell Kinetic Sculpture Race
Light Years: 90.6531
G-Well Activity: 3.2125
Technical Rating: 2.9004