Live Long and Phosphor
The mission looked doomed from the start. The access codes to the
entire fleet were lost, so Threespeed had to break into the hangar
deck with an angle grinder (what's the spacey lingo word for an angle
grinder?). A massive radiation storm threatened to fail the mission.
Cloudbuster was still down for repairs. Pilots were considering taking
the T! But luck and a 30 minute launch delay allowed the convoy to
completely avoid severe direct radiation exposure. Drydocks users got
ironically soaked, and somehow Dishpan managed to suffer radiation
burns on her butt even through her undamaged radiation suit! But
morale was high and navtail was strong. Save for one short but brutal
negi-g-well things were smooth sailin'. Cups were there for the
crushin', and the general populace were hi-five compliant posi. We
even got to witness and congratulate a deep-space wedding proposal!
How cool is that?
Well, whatever cool creds we had in the bank were quickly overdrawn by
our mission objective: to watch the training video recently released
under the code name 'STAR TREK'. Beam me up, Spocky!!!
THIS MOVIE WAS AWESOME!! But you know this, as you are from the
future, and in your time everyone has already seen it for themselves.
Tell me Futureman, what's it like in the future?
On the way home we practiced being space adventurers by shooting
things with our invisible phasers. Medal of strength to Diva, who
absolutely hates Star Trek. Ironically the whole mission idea was from
her joking remark, "so Skunk, for next week's mission are we going to
see the new Star Trek movie?" Thanks for the great idea, Diva!