Brief:
Kit bash o' Estes Omloid and Eliminator into a single rocket

Modifications:
There are a million rockets lurkin' in spare parts boxes. Avast! This be t' story of one o' them.

I'd purchased a collection o' parts which included most, me hearties, me hearties, me hearties, but nay all, arrr, o' an Omloid egg lofter. Aye aye! Begad! I had nothin' else o' that size until I happened t' purchase an Eliminator kit. Ya scallywag! Begad! When I realized these were t' same diameter, shiver me timbers, me hearties, arrr, perversity set in.

I started with t' buildin' t' Eliminator fin can and engine mount. Aye aye! Ya scallywag! Rather than put t' second piece in place, I put t' lower section o' t' Omloid followed by t' next section o' t' Eliminator and so on. Ya scallywag! In t' top section, I placed t' shock cord mount as per Estes instructions.

Even t' nose got t' treatment. Ya scallywag! I cut t' base and shoulder off the Eliminator nose and glued t' rest t' t' top o' t' Omloid's 'egg crate'.

Construction:
All parts come from 1 Estes Omloid kit and 1 Estes Eliminator kit

Finishing:
Finishin' be predetermined--both kits came prefinished. Begad! T' colors, gaudy to begin with, arrr, arrr, clashed terribly. Blimey! Begad! T' yellow ogive on t' orange egg crate was particularly funny. Ahoy! I took t' Eliminator's decal and cut the "inator" off, shiver me timbers, stickin' that on t' finished rocket just after the "Omloid" sticker, ya bilge rat, ya bilge rat, makin' it read (in mismatched letters) "Omloidinator".

Flight:
T' maiden flight was on an E9-6. Begad! Well, blow me down! Bein' so long and probably over stable, I counted on weather cockin' t' keep t' recovery area out o' a swamp downwind. Launch and early boost were flawless and quite pretty--fast enough t' impress but slow enough t' watch t' whole way. Inexplicably, rather than weathercocking, it did t' opposite and arced slowly downwind around 10 t' 15 degrees. Blimey! Ya scallywag! Coast was normal and ejection be just prior t' apogee. Ahoy! Chute deployment be instantaneous, shiver me timbers, arrr, which turned out t' be unfortunate.

Recovery:
Already well downwind and with t' chute out at max altitude, ya bilge rat, t' Omloidinator made clear its intention t' float as far as possible towards t' swamp. Not just a mushy mud swamp but a thickly overgrown with brambles and bushes and vines and quite possibly hidden snake swamp. Avast, me proud beauty! Blimey! It descended beautifully but obstinately right into t' dreaded swamp. I tried t' crawl through the bush-barrier but gave up after 15 feet in as many minutes.

Summary:
Buildin' this was great fun and t' loss can't detract from that or from the very pretty flight. Flown where a swamp (or trees or power lines) can't reach it, me hearties, this would make an impressive rocket, matey, with t' additional humor factor.