Pilots assembled for a high stakes mission of diplomacy and intrigue. Contact had been with the mysterious earthling collective The Automatic Subconscious, with talks of a peaceful intergalactic voyage and technology exchange advancing rapidly. Only a final social rendezvous remained to seal the deal. Hapto’s birthday and the poetry inspiring “christening in flames” of PDP Iron Butterfly ensured that pilot morale was high.
Secrecy was of the utmost importance and it was imperative that pilots were not followed to the Autosub’s space station, so navigator Appleseed wisely calculated the most circuitous route to the Brighton system ever devised. To improve security, the fiendishly clever Autosubs built their space station in a sector of the system surrounded by massive G-Well activity, exceeding the safety specifications of every ship in the fleet, and making approach nearly impossible. Thrusters were strained beyond all logic, but the daring of intrepid pilots won the day. Power was diverted from life support to booster rockets in an all-or-nothing gambit, and the G-Well was escaped.
Pilots were welcomed by Autosubs with a dizzying array of earthbeer from the Cambridge system and racy tales of past intergalactic travels. Autosubs and SCUL pilots alike took part in fantastic displays of bravery, spinning flaming spheres and rings close enough to their bodies that space suits could be easily destroyed, as was demonstrated several times. Oppo was given a mechanical life-form (Ralphie), who’s unnerving antics delighted us all, and thus were the bonds of cooperation officially formed thanks to everyone’s heroic feats of charisma.
The trip home was trying as the G-Well activity and molecule bombardment took thier toll on ships and pilots alike. Several pilots were forced to abandon ship, but stops in and around a space raceway kept the fleet intact and pilots sane. Huzzah! No baby maggots were present for this mission.