Mr Sweep told me that you mob aren't the only ones reading these - he
does, as well.  He quite enjoys the alternative perspective on the game
sessions.

We rejoin our Boatload Of Lunatics emerging from jump in Shulgiili after
nicely and calmly waltzing out of Gashidda like they owned the place.

Drake had recovered from his wound under Bert's expert care and
Badass-Moustache gladly turned command back over to him.

Rosa flew a welded-on-flightpath atmospheric insertion and put the
Paradise down on an unoffensive patch of ocean while Badass-Moustache
got on the blower and filed their flightplan.

Nikki RTFM for the foldable tanks on the way down - they would most
likely fail if seawater was loaded into them.  As they still had one
jump of fuel onboard, this required Nikki to do a bit of a
hot-shoe-shuffle to clear the Paradise's integral tankage for the
seawater they were about to take on.

The high-tech piece of kit known as a "hose" went over the side and
pumps rumbled into action, the Paradise's refiners following a minute later.

After 90 minutes or so needed for the ocean refuelling, it came time to
depart in an upwards direction.

Wombat rolled snake eyes, so Das Boot didn't go anywhere.

"It's up, not down." - Nikki

"Rosa, that was _not_ helpful.  Point it at the _sky_." - Badass-Moustache

Stung by the snark, Rosa got the Paradise cleanly underway on her second
attempt.

There was some discussion about ducking out to Shulgiili's Oort Cloud
(to what end, I don't remember) but it didn't come to anything.

With the refiners steadily chundering away, Rosa took her time gaining
orbit and boosting out past the 100D limit.  I think they got out to
nearly 200 diameters by the time the refiners finished and the Paradise
jumped outbound to Shuruppak.

As they barreled past 184 hours elapsed Jump time, some variation on
"Dammit, Nikki" began to resound around the ship.

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