Next stop: who knows?
Interstellar Tour Log: February 19, 2014
An unnamed rock garden in deep space, somewhere east of Jupiter
Well, once again, we were sold a bill of goods. I think we've got some canned peas in there, maybe a little hard tack, some burlap sacking material (in case we have sack races), a jar of peppermints for the children, and an oil lamp. Who knew there was a general store on Ceres?
Aside from that, though, we were given bad advice. That Mr. Nerim character wasn't telling us the truth at all. Apparently, hydrofracking is not utterly harmless. My evidence? Ceres, the alpha asteroid - the big brass buckle in the asteroid belt - is now a little smaller than it was when we arrived. Fact is, part of the asteroid was blown to bits and hurled into deep space. And as luck would have it, it was the part that we were camping out on.
So when old Nerim pushed the plunger on his cartoon-TNT detonator rig, it sent that side of Ceres (and our sorry asses) on a journey of undetermined length and destination, our battered rent-a-spaceship floating in a swarm of asteroid fragments, some the size of a house. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) is beginning to regret having accompanied us on our Interstellar Tour in support of Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick. His rationality processor must be working properly.
Oh yes, one more thing ... YAAAAHH!
Interstellar Tour Log: February 21, 2014
Orbit of Jupiter, gas giant
Well, after several days of drifting aimlessly, we appear to have settled into orbit around Jupiter, the bull moose of the outer solar system. Our sit-in guitarist from the planet Zenon, sFhzenKlyrn, has volunteered to visit the surface of the gas giant to see if there are any performance opportunities, since we're in the neighborhood. I'd go myself, but alas, I require oxygen and Earthlike temperatures, to say nothing of solid ground. Sure, we've played the Great Red Spot before, but that was back in the day. (It's probably a gas station now, like most of the clubs we played back then.)
An unnamed rock garden in deep space, somewhere east of Jupiter
Well, once again, we were sold a bill of goods. I think we've got some canned peas in there, maybe a little hard tack, some burlap sacking material (in case we have sack races), a jar of peppermints for the children, and an oil lamp. Who knew there was a general store on Ceres?
Aside from that, though, we were given bad advice. That Mr. Nerim character wasn't telling us the truth at all. Apparently, hydrofracking is not utterly harmless. My evidence? Ceres, the alpha asteroid - the big brass buckle in the asteroid belt - is now a little smaller than it was when we arrived. Fact is, part of the asteroid was blown to bits and hurled into deep space. And as luck would have it, it was the part that we were camping out on.
So when old Nerim pushed the plunger on his cartoon-TNT detonator rig, it sent that side of Ceres (and our sorry asses) on a journey of undetermined length and destination, our battered rent-a-spaceship floating in a swarm of asteroid fragments, some the size of a house. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) is beginning to regret having accompanied us on our Interstellar Tour in support of Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick. His rationality processor must be working properly.
Oh yes, one more thing ... YAAAAHH!
Interstellar Tour Log: February 21, 2014
Orbit of Jupiter, gas giant
Well, after several days of drifting aimlessly, we appear to have settled into orbit around Jupiter, the bull moose of the outer solar system. Our sit-in guitarist from the planet Zenon, sFhzenKlyrn, has volunteered to visit the surface of the gas giant to see if there are any performance opportunities, since we're in the neighborhood. I'd go myself, but alas, I require oxygen and Earthlike temperatures, to say nothing of solid ground. Sure, we've played the Great Red Spot before, but that was back in the day. (It's probably a gas station now, like most of the clubs we played back then.)
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