Status: Success


Roswell That Ends Well

For centuries, humans have shared stories to explain that which we cannot understand but what if there are things that are outside of our understanding of everything we know or think we know about the known universe? What if there is an entirely other world of possibility running parallel to our own and it's hiding just under our noses, or in the sky, or in the folds between shadow and light? Things like, Sasquatch, aliens, and ghosts - creatures that go bump in the night - strange occurrences that are just outside the realm of what we believe to be normal.

In the annals of UFO history, few incidents have inspired as much fascination as the crash at Roswell. Taking place in July 1947, this event has been officially regarded as a downed spy balloon at a ranch near Roswell, New Mexico. However, it is commonly believed that the crash actually involved a flying saucer, it's otherworldly occupants, and a subsequent government cover-up.

Eighteen star pilots (8 Starchasers, 3 prospective recruits, and 7 civilians) gathered on the launchpad to prepare for a journey into mystery, uncovering the truth about these and other strange phenomena through rigorous scientific testing and a lot of imagination... Okay. Mostly imagination. We had hoped to learn a little about the paranormal history of southeastern Galaxy MA and maybe even find a cryptid or two along the way.

As the formation buzzed around the outer limits of the Buttonwood Constellation, My F.E.N.Y.S. suffered a jettisoned cargo hold and the first mechanical was called. Tool bag was swiftly deployed and well... In zip-ties we trust. Passing transports sounded their sonic disruptors in celebration of our resplendence. Soon after, we experienced our first cryptid sighting as we spotted tiny lights from a cluster of fairies dancing among the deep space carbon shards. Unfortunately, they were too small for our onboard scanners to record, but we saw them. We saw them!

After that, it was a quick zip along the Hawthorne star lane to the dNB quadrant, where we encountered another cryptid - a great yeti, standing 10 feet tall, baring it's ferocious teeth and mighty claws! We took shore leave to dance around it and leave inspirational markings on the pavement, sending signals of hope and love into the night.

We raised landing gear and made our way the edge of the Acushnet Nebula, where we spotted signs of several of the long extinct space leviathan. Not a cryptid, but... still.

Suddenly, Mad Owl's ship got caught in a wave of temporal distortion bringing with it TurboHoney, Terry, and Legehammer. Unfortunately, their distress transmission didn't reach the mission leader in time. The fleet continued along their flight plan. They were lost in space. Thankfully, comsat intercepted a delayed signal that the detachment set out on their own adventure with a plan to rendezvous with the fleet at Fort Taber.

The fleet approached the fort at the edge of time and space. The salty smell of nebula hung thick in the air. We crossed the threshold and rounded the ancient structure, looming tall and dark at the heart of the expanse and found our lost friends. Safe, sound, and understandably grumpy about being left behind. (This is actually a serious communication problem that comes up far too often and we need to solve it.) However, we were all happy to be back together. It was time to knight a pilot!

SpinStar's knighting was magnificently improvised by the Division Admiral, who conducted the ceremony with the fork of My F.E.N.Y.S. She enthusiastically agreed to all the things and most importantly she solemnly swore to bust the funk in all caps.

Finally, there was only one thing left to do. SpinStar busted out some kites to conduct the super scientific re-enactment of the Roswell UFO crash. We knew that we were flying kites. It wasn't a mystery. So, I guess they're just "FOs". Otherwise, we learned nothing but had a lot of fun doing it. We named the only non-crashy kite "Bob" because it's creepy cute smiley star face bobbed in the air like a bippity boppety bobber bobbing in the sea. This is where we lost nearly half of our squadron. Maybe they were bored. Maybe they think UFOs are dumb. Some people don't think science be like that, but it do.
Pilot Ship Points Promotion
Boomer Civilian Ship 181.811   Aviator
Civitron Starfire 1690.53   Rear Admiral, Upper Half
Legehammer Civilian Ship 181.811  
Lightbrite Civilian Ship 0  
Mad Owl Civilian Ship 186.811   Petty Officer Third Class
Spin Star My F.E.N.Y.S. 1088.78   Petty Officer Third Class
TurboHoney Civilian Ship 380.516   Petty Officer First Class
Task Force Pilot
Airlock Civitron
Chalk Bag Mad Owl
Cleaner Spin Star
Com-Sat 1 Spin Star
Communications Officer Spin Star
Damage Control Civitron
Deck Officer Civitron
Flat Bag Legehammer
Medi Bag Civitron
Minister of Zoobs Spin Star
Mission Debriefer Civitron
Mission Leader Civitron
Mission Pinner Spin Star
Mission Reporter Civitron
Navigator Civitron
Radiobox 1 Civitron
Radiobox 2 Spin Star
Radiobox 3 Mad Owl
Recycler Spin Star
Stellar Cartographer Civitron
Sticker Bag Spin Star
Still Cam Spin Star
Tailgunner TurboHoney
Tool Bag Boomer
Starchasers - Fun Bag Spin Star
Starchasers - Laser Bag Lightbrite

Mission Parameters

OriginFort Jonathan
DestinationFort Tabor
Light Years13.9482
G-Well Activity1.4526
Technical Rating2.4624