Starchasers Intelligence had intercepted a distress call transmitted from the New Moon spotted in the November Quadrant, along the Acushnet Nebula on the boarder of the Fairhaven and New Bedford Starsystems. Research indicated the arrival of a celestial entity henceforth referred to as the "Color Cosmic". Our mission was clear - Identify the source of the entity and build up enough kinetic energy to maintain the Intergalactic Posifunkitude.
Our adventure began in the Buttonwood Constellation. Civitron, Mad Owl, and a few brave cadets were greeted by MAD alum Diva and Waltor at the launchpad. The navigator entered the coordinates provided by stellar cartography into the on-board computer and initiated the funk busting sequence. It was time to shove off! If our initial readings were correct, we would require a tremendous amount of kinetic energy to meet our objective (1.21 jiggawatts, to be exact). We certainly didn't have enough road to hit 88 but where we were going, we wouldn't need roads. So, the mission leader called "Pedals up!" and we hi-fived our friends before abandoning them to the cold void of space. I'm sure they'll be fine.
The flight through the NBS was slow but funky and as we entered the Nebulaside Constellation we collectively shouted, "What a lovely tea party!" but we kept it all inside because that's where it counts and we began our descent onto the New Moon Dance Party!
As the DJ administered his chromasonic waves of utopian splendor into the stratosphere, alien lifeforms swarmed our ships with laughter and delight. The cadets greeted them with stickers, chalk, scary ghost stories, and tales of the glories missions from long long ago. A pair of laser wielding fire dancers engaged in ceremonial sky worship! A smallish creature self-propelled on no less than eight tiny thrusters shone like stardust! A space witch, her pockets filled with tiny ornate glass goblets tempted us with her magical molecules! A secret centaur clip clopped through the scene in fluttery spacesuit, encouraging all to join her ministry! Starfire was pirated by a particularly deft pilot and a number of spritely beasts danced around the festival, spinning a web of creative self expression and freedom. Once chalkbag was deployed, these electric angels took flight in a flurry of color and light. A beacon was constructed on the cheese encrusted surface of this freshly christened moon and like moths to a flame, burned by the fire, all became possessed with the desire to dance!
Our hyperbaric containment vessels overflowed with heaping globs of kinetic energy like teeny tiny hands filled with mashed potatoes and gravy. We could hardly pull ourselves away but we could carry no more. This much potential was too great even for our mighty fleet. It was time to depart the company of our new friends. And as we set sail toward that second star to the left, we realized that the power was inside us all along. For in the end it was revealed that the Color Cosmic was the friends we made along the way.