To have more pilots on choppers than any other mission this season.
Navigate through five constellations, stopping for snax in one of them.
Stop at a playground to play on things.
Fly to the Market Basket landing pad to let the earlybirds go, making sure all bags stay on the mission.
Fly a second loop with a nice, wormhole-heavy, mellower second-loop
Stop in a dark field and admire the stars.
Return to base with all accounted for.
I hope you like the life support!
Skunk's actual orbital day and 500th official SCUL mission.
We planned a tiny wrinkly peanut route, swinging back to the old launchpad to eject early birds. There were lots of them! Backsliders and supermaggots abounded as Beezwax, Fixie and Bendy joined us, as well as Tartheis, doppelson, and Civitron of the Starch Acer division. We knighted TurboHoney, also of the Acers, in a ceremony which proved that Civitron does not knight nearly enough pilots and also did not do his space homework.
In the Cambridge System we made a brief playground stop, in which a few brave pilots encountered a truly foul porta-potty and lived to tell the tale. Barely though -- among other deliquescent and deadly facts, it was proven that Bane Thunderwolf is easily capable of lifting a full porta-potty WITH CIVITRON IN IT.
As we were obtaining snax savory and un, Cloudbuster's core was found depleted to 8V, likely due to the 200ly spacewarp it went through last week. 3spd Macgyvered one of Trinity's cores into its junction box, while eXceSs helped transfer some of its hull plating so that Trinity would not be undefended from space attacks. The groove continued; the groove is king.
After looping back to the launchpad we proceeded to Grackle for a little restful Medford atmosphere and enjoyment of fine indigenous artwork. Rad Max ejected forcefully then ran out of zoobs and burned up. No buns were in evidence.
Crowdsurfed Skunk, picked up Cloudbuster for a short flight off this surly planet, closed the mission without incident. Honk parade tomorrow, for those who dare!
It was a milk run, it was a miracle. SCUL remains, an organized battalion of funk, giving us all the chance to be the superhero version of ourselves. Here's to the glory of missions past, and more to come. Honor to our Admiral and Supreme Dictator, and thanks Skunk for letting us play at your fort! We love our gang.