With a small roster of only four pilots and one babymaggot, the fleet launched with the aims of keeping the mission discreet, fast-moving, and as dry as possible given the available sensor data. Launched to the applause of a small crowd (2) from Fort Tyler, the fleet, rife with titanium, darted towards the first objective.
First stop entailed some chalking, dumping of fuel, and a brief nap. After an explanation of departure protocol to the babymaggot, the mission continued. Low-hanging water vapor added an atmosphere of secrecy to the mission, and aided in the fleet's accomplishing all goals undetected by hostile parties. During the search for a suitable derby location, the pilots and babymaggot encountered a gaggle of smallfood, along with a couple of bigfood supervisors. The adults instinctively began to herd their wards away from the approaching ships, but when Skunk stretched his right hand out in the universally-recognized gesture of "seeking a high-five", adult attempts to corral the children immediately capsized. Skunk got a high-five from each child, and eventually the adults caved and high-fived remaining fleet members. Fleet continued to a walled lot outside a facility for the education of small civilians, and engaged in a series of derbies. Lordmcfuzz heroically captured a trash ninja on visual sensors.
Return to base was meandering, funky, and largely uneventful aside from Smith getting a cardboard ninja cleaver caught in Pale Horse's rear thruster for the mission's first (brief) mechanical. Some debate was had over the calendar-worthiness of the images captured during the flight, and therefore the overall success of the mission, but eventually things fell out on the side of the mission being a roaring victory.