Operation
Bonus Pi in the Frozen Sky
*** This mission report was declassified on stardate 190312. Portions have been redacted, and a rose-tinted filter has been applied .***

Div. Adm. Civitron has a plan - an ambitious plan! One that will guarantee happiness and productivity in the off-season. A Century Every Month™! Pilots are very happy with this plan and they are not doubting their commitment at all.

For the month of November, the goal was to return to a previous haunt in galaxy Woods Hole, to obtain Pi. MAD pilots Dr. Claw and Dead Bride joined from the Somerville starsystem, and they were very pleased to wake up early and catch the commuter bail on a bright and cheerful autumn day. Civitron had other plans - he was going to fly Artemis from Fort Jonathan to the Middleboro/Lakeville terminus, meeting his friends and thereby getting a 20 LY bonus to his century tally. En route to the rendezvous, everything went swimmingly! Not a cloud in the sky, not a speck of rain to be seen… Artemis’s cockpit mast held up perfectly and did not cause a mission-critical mechanical.

Dr. Claw decided he really needed pre-mission food molecules, so the trio agreed to make a stop at a refueling station. This was a very brief interlude and was not at all related to the weather, which continued to be beautiful.

Once the mission was underway, the three pilots flew many pleasant light years through a depopulated district dotted with heavy nebulae. Bananas made an early appearance for Dr. Claw. The fleet eventually entered the Wareham system where they observed some hints of civilization and duly made a stop at Luna Target. Civitron procured a fuzzy head-warming shield, and Dead Bride obtained Moon Cheese. Dr. Claw ate a few more bananas. They pressed on, and soon the hyperspace byway loomed ahead. The centurions flew over it easily without resorting to dismounting and pushing their ships. There was hardly any transport traffic - what a stroke of luck! It was not terrifying at all.

The pilots were now on the other side of the Asteroid belt and stopped to check the time, out of concern that their pace was a tad slow. However, they had nothing to worry about! It was still a long time until nightfall. Dead Bride periodically spammed the gang’s Slack channel with mission updates. After traversing some coastal routes, the trio emerged onto the shining sea wormhole. The route ahead was clear and there were no slippery fallen leaves. The daystar was still high in the sky, so it was easy to see the wormhole. Civitron definitely did not crash Artemis after experiencing a navigational failure caused by insufficient laser illumination.

Soon, the centurions arrived at Pi in the Sky! They procured excellent food molecules including wood-fired artisinal pi. Everyone remarked upon how well-rested they felt. Nobody tried to nap or lie down. The return trip down the wormhole was swift and cheerful, and soon the fleet was at the hyperspace byway once again. Even though the daystar had set, navigating this structure was a breeze! Once they had crossed, the pilots made a brief refueling stop and remarked on the unseasonably warm weather.

Presently they re-entered the Wareham system. At this point, Civitron had flown 20 light years farther than his compatriots - his personal LY count was 100! He was feeling great and his legs and back were not bothering him at all, so he didn’t need to call for transport support and bail on the remainder of the mission. On the approach to Galaxy New Bedford, each pilot felt refreshed and focused, not the least bit hypnotized by the view ahead. Nobody needed to lie down or crawl into a fetal position underneath a tree. Finally, they made it to TurboHoney’s fort and the mission was successfully concluded.

The next day everyone rose bright and early to go eat a delicious diner breakfast of champions! In the light of day, the pilots observed hazardous canine land-mines scattered around, but luckily, Dr. Claw avoided them. Imagine how annoying it would have been if he'd stepped in one and then had to spend many minutes meticulously scrubbing his shoe, then using a stick to scrape out the poo fragments, then fastidiously scrubbing again....
Pilot Ship Points Promotion
Civitron Artemis 2288.58   Vice Admiral
Dead Bride Dr. Moreau 2333.72   Admiral
DrClaw Skywarp 1418.88  
Mission Task Pilot
ComSat Monkey Civitron
Flat Bag Dead Bride
Minister of Zoobs Civitron
Mission Leader Civitron
Navigator DrClaw
RadioBox A DrClaw
Stellar Cartographer Dead Bride
Sticker Bag Civitron
Still Cam Civitron
Tailgunner Dead Bride
Tool Bag Civitron
Wookiee Bag DrClaw
Division: SCD
Date: 11/10/2018
Status: Success 
Origin: Fort Jonathan
Destination: Woods Hole
Light Years: 100
G-Well Activity: 1.4736
Technical Rating: 1.3297