Fifteen pilots revved their ships on the launch pad and prepared to generate some inertia! Vomit showed up with a promising babymaggot, Fart Noises (many pilots murmured appreciation of the pilot name choice, some with hints of envy in their voices). We also welcomed Bottomless Pit, who brought along his HARV, Pincers - built circa 2007 or so, it was time to knock off the dust and let it fulfill its destiny of joining the SCUL fleet.
Speaking of pincers, we launched in the capable crabby hands of our Navigator, Dr. Claw, who promised not to make *too* many tight wiggly turn patterns. Cups were worth triple points this mission, so we cruised the friendly Market Basket skies making tactical crush maneuvers. When we finally spun out into our flight path, BAM - instant mechanical on the way up a negi g-well. Rapscallion's thruster had been torqued out of alignment, so we spent a good few minutes bashing and tinkering.
All seemed well, so we got back up to warp speed and continued taking corner after corner. On the approach to the Inman Constellation, RadMax was forced to stop once again and we screeched to a halt for Rapscallichanical: round 2. Yikes. We prodded and whacked and eventually wrenched the thruster into submission.
A few wiggly turns and proto-wormholes later, and we were barreling on a direct course for the Harvard constellation. As we reached top speed, the fleet experienced the abrupt return of the same mechanical - it had proved stubborn! Vomit offered her considerable expertise and engineered a solution that we hoped would have a bit more staying power. As she was executing this feat, a passing spectator on a civi-ship looked up from his droid in time to remark "So exciting!!"
Unfortunately the many delays forced eXcEsS to bail early, but the rest of the fleet zoomed over to the Allston system to visit the fabled pump track. Stogie had some success with Chubz, the tactical HARV. LordMcFuzz tried with Bieber Fever with mixed results. DreadFlint was especially elated by the new and interesting landscape, and he caromed happily over each bump and curve, slinging the fighter ships around with skill.
On our way back through the Cambridge system, Stogie chased an especially juicy cup which turned out to be a tomato sauce can, translating to an immediate faceplant. Luckily he seemed able to shake it off, though he earned a medal of injury for his trouble. After the dust settled, we increased our speed and propelled through Cambridgeport and Kendall, heading for the skate park for a brief shore leave. As the momentum seemed to be wearing off, we stopped for SNAX and decided to head back to the launchpad. Mission failed as a result of succumbing to the loss of inertia and thereby choosing to forgo derbying. The end!