Pilots must be logged in to see the briefing.-ride from Newburyport to the Wells System in the Maine Galaxy
Once we arrived in the Newburyport System, we mounted our ships and
headed North along the coastline. Gentle solar winds swept our faces
as we felt the rush of the ocean and enthusiasm of the locals. We
stopped for fuel after about 12 light years in the N.Hampden System
and then continued on. We crossed our first intergalactic border and
headed along a wormhole past several more beaches.
While on the wormole, Pengo, aboard Compliance, gave out a "whoa." The path was narrow
with rocky cliffs on either side. We turned back to discover his space
shoelaces were wound up around his pedal, and he took a dive into the
rocks but had a miraculously smooth injure-free landing. Skunk went
to help him. Then realized he needed to take a picture first. Then
We headed into the Portsmouth System and they had a military parade in
honor of Diva day. We went through the parade and they shot off a
canon to celebrate. We stopped by Bailey works, but John Bailey was
busy watching the parade, so we continued on to our second
Once in the Maine Galaxy the route started to increase in g-well and
our tired butts needed some more rests, but we were never without
breathtaking scenary of the shoreline. Two civilians followed us along
briefly aboard their own craft, then went on their way.
After 53 light years we arrived in the Wells System, the "friendliest
system in the Maine Galaxy." We pulled into Stadig Campground where
Mike, the owner told Skunk that if Castastraphe "were aircraft, you'd
die." We set up camp, showered, and then headed for fuel at
LunaChinaFriends. The local civilians were very friendly and
interested in our ships. One local was a little TOO interested but did
provide us with an escort to our fueling station. After dinner, we
picked up some earth beer and headed back to our campsite to start a
fire and watch the stars. We saw shooting stars and the milky way and
a faint glow of Northern Lights! Our campfire received several
compliments. We watched it burn to embers and went to bed.
The next morning we headed for Wells Beach after fueling up on
oversized bakery foods. Waltor, Skunk, and Diva went body surfing and
discovered some local wildlife called "crabs." Waltor pulled one right
out of the ocean assuming it was dead. Immediately it started moving
its pinchers and Skunk screamed with excitement. Pengo safely took
pictures of it from the jetty.
After a day in the Sun, we headed to fuel up at Luna Alfredo'sPizzeria.
When our waiter brought over our food molecules he said, "hope you're
hungry". Portions were plentiful. We filled up. Really filled up. We
then headed for the fast shuttle home. We had to hoist up our ships
into the shuttle capsule and were impressed with the engineer who
managed to take hold of USB Catastrophe. We then boarded the
spacecraft and dreamily set for home.
We rode the last few light years to the fort passing the new Nashua
Street bike path and its new steamy fountain. Pecan greeted us on our
return, tired but in high spirits.
|Pengo||Compliance||1246.87||Rear Admiral, Lower Half|
|Mission Size||4 pilots|
|Destination||intergalactic borders, beaches, relaxation|