We've Got It All
Gritty, Lordmcfuzz, and Bane Thunderwolf gathered at the launchpad for a night of everything. Wombat, Deadblow, and Grog joined at the last minute and the fleet set out towards a destination of snacks. With recent space cootie regulations lifted, the streets were alive with civilians out for a night on the town, who were often stunned by the fleet's flyover.
A mostly direct flight path led the fleet to Luna 7-11, near the Davis Constellation, where snacks were procured. Deadblow and Bane Thunderwolf bought name brand Swedish fish and generic red fish and later had a taste test to compare the two products. The fleet sought out the nearby Minuteman Wormhole to find a playground park for shore leave, near a large nebula. After a short time an intercept was made by Pastry Queen and Excess.
With a relaxing shore leave under their belts, the now eight-strong pilots made their way through the Arlington and Medford systems to *REDACTED*, a favorite watering hole for overheated pilots. The coast was clear and stealth protocols were engaged and within seconds, the fleet fell off the radar and into a nice relaxing nebula.
After completing their radiation therapy, the fleet reformed, resumed normal operating protocols and took a lazy ride through mostly empty space lanes back to the fort.
It should be of note, Grog had a new ship; unnamed, unchristened, and it had no mechanicals. The gang should remedy that next time.