Randy
Welder, visionary, and the man who says "you'll be fine" with total sincerity. Personally torques every bolt. Has never read a manual and sees no reason to start.
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Most space companies have thousands of engineers and a marketing department the size of a small nation. We have Randy, a handful of believers, and a very good dog. Somehow, it mostly works.
The official, mostly-true history of how one man turned a water heater and a grudge against airfare into a spaceflight company.
In the spring of some year, Randy looked at the price of a plane ticket, then at the Moon, and decided the whole system was rigged. He had a welder. He had a shed. He had, crucially, no idea how hard this would be — which experts now agree was his single greatest asset.
The first vehicle, later christened Ol' Reliable, was assembled from a repurposed water heater, four lawn chairs, and what Randy describes only as "the good bolts." Its maiden flight reached an altitude Randy calls "up there somewhere" and returned all four passengers, a statistic we still lead with.
Today, Randy's Rockets operates a fleet of three vehicles from the very same shed, offering human spaceflight at prices that have made several actual aerospace engineers write us concerned letters. We frame the letters. We fly on.
Every one of them has looked at a rocket held together by the good bolts and said "yeah, alright." Clearance levels self-assigned.
Welder, visionary, and the man who says "you'll be fine" with total sincerity. Personally torques every bolt. Has never read a manual and sees no reason to start.
Randy's sister and the only person allowed to touch the radio. Runs the countdown, the schedule, and Randy. If a launch happens on time, it is entirely her doing.
The only crew member with an actual engineering degree, which Chip keeps very quiet about. Responsible for approximately everything that works. Communicates mostly in sighs.
Has personally flown all three vehicles and returned from most of them. Fearless, unflappable, and the reason we can say the words "successfully piloted" out loud.
Our entire safety department, available Tuesdays and by appointment. Delivers "eh, that's probably fine" with a conviction that has genuinely calmed nervous passengers.
A dog. Greets every passenger before launch and every survivor after. Contributes nothing technical and everything emotional. Has never missed a day of work.
Four principles, printed on a sign in the shed, only slightly crooked.
Anyone can go to space for a fortune. It takes real ingenuity to do it for the price of lunch.
We cut costs everywhere except the good bolts. The good bolts are non-negotiable.
Genuinely. We put real effort into pages 1 through 30, and a lot of feeling into page 31.
Morale is a system-critical component. Biscuit is, in every meaningful sense, mission hardware.
Everything you need to know about Randy's Rockets, rounded generously.
You've met the crew. You've seen the shed budget. There's really only one thing left to do, and it costs ten dollars.
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