Wreck Camping

[Magoo!]

The fact of the matter is, it is ooRP. How, one might ask?

Lets review the facts.

"Welcome to Discovery, please review... Dadada da da..."

The Starflea launches triumphantly from Erie! Tasting the first of his assuredly many breaths of filtered and re-filtered air!

He rides with the wind to Ontario, reviewing the newly colonized system! Surveying his surroundings, he notices a distortion on the horizon.

He flies like a bat out of bad places to investigate! Who knows how much these scientists might pay him? But lo! He is sucked into a deadly warp hole and is sent spiraling into unforgiving and unknown space!

... THAT is as far as you can get in RP. Lets continue for hypothetical reasons.

He decides for some reason its a nice idea to fly to F6, hoping to find a way around Ontario so the Navy chaps don't laugh at him for falling into a Jump Hole.

Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles! Through all this 1000 cubic K, he found another warp hole! He fancies his way through and finds his surroundings changed once more!

Now his ship is getting rather cold and the sun isn't helping very much at this distance, so he'll get a little bit closer.

"Great Scott," he says, "What foul dot lay yonder on the solar plane?"
"O Beastie," he continues, "What wicked majicks hath thou wrought?"

*Pew pew!*

"Fiend! Taste my Justice!"

*tractors Cerberus*
*coughs...*
*disappears from space*

Flash! He looks around. He is now in a Navy bunk. Haha! Thats right! He is Captain James Merriweather of the LNS-Discovery! He ambles out towards the bridge, nodding giddily to his crew in passing.

"Captain on deck!" - heralds his approach and his bridge staff all snap a clean and rigid salute.

"At ease," he assures them, "What's the situation with Rheinland?"
He looked out the windows; Houston off to the starboard and aft and the Mississipi off to port.

"Sirrah," Lt. Queens responded, "Long range sensors detect no enemy movement."

"Lovely! Well, I'll be in the cafeteria-"
"Captain!" Lt. Jacks called, "Detecting solar anomoly. Our systems are scrambled."
"Brace for uncontrollable spinning," Captain Merriweather shouted.

Then blackness.

Twenty minutes later his vision returns, a blurry splotch of darkness overlaying the Medium Yellow star 15K distant.

*Pew pew!*
...

"Well," said the Captain, "That was certainly strange. Is everyone okay? Damage report!"

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