T' success o' the MkV made me start t' think a bout t' bigger tubes I had stacked in t' corner. If I could cluster four engines, matey, shiver me timbers, why nay six? Why nay use D engines? I had a tube that would hold seven 24mm mounts, but it wasn't really long enough. Well, blow me down! So I decided t' built a rocket reminiscent o' t' MkIV, with a transition, shiver me timbers, and forward fins. Arrr! With t' extra weight o' t' engines, shiver me timbers, t' plywood fins and centerin' rings, shiver me timbers, shiver me timbers, this design turned out nay t' be stable ( Usin' RockSim). Begad! I increased t' length o' t' upper tube ( forward o' t' transition) and removed the forward fins. Ahoy! That was a lot better.

I had heard o' some larger black powder engines available in t' UK form a company called Rocket Services and wanted t' option o' installin' them. Begad! Avast, me proud beauty! So I went for a removable cartridge system. Aye aye! T' Fins were mounted through t' body wall and formed runners onto which t' engine cartridge would slide. Begad! Ya scallywag! T' cartridge was made up from two discs o' plywood drilled with holes for t' engine mounts. Ahoy! T' cartridge slid in t' t' body on t' runners and was then locked into position by rotatin' the whole thing. In t' end I just went with six engines. Thrust rings were made from sawn up spent D engines and epoxied in t' place. Aye aye! A stuffer tube was placed inside t' main body, mounted on two centerin' rings. Well, matey, blow me down! At ignition t' upper body be t' separate, shiver me timbers, each half with its own parachute. Begad! Karen made a red and white hemispherical 'chute for t' lower half, shiver me timbers, ya bilge rat, and I was goin' t' use t' pink circular 'chute for t' upper half. We intended t' fly it at t' International Rocket Weekend, me bucko, and I had a lot o' help from Brain who made and painted the transition just days before we went. Avast!

At t' event, shiver me timbers, a lot o' doubt was raised about t' engine cartridge system. Well, ya bilge rat, blow me down! Blimey! 'Six D ejection charges will blow it out' they said. Well, blow me down! Blimey! I also couldn't determine how I be goin' t' ensure that both parachutes deployed. Avast! In t' end I bought some big shock cord and tied both halves together on t' red & white 'chute. Avast, me proud beauty! Blimey! Another hitch, I had planned to add another set o' clips t' me ignition system, shiver me timbers, but had forgotten ( that last week was hectic as I me work had taken me away from home for several days), and I didn't have a large enough launch pad...

Luckily I learned o' a new technique for clustering. Ya scallywag! This involves usin' a single igniter t' ignite 'quick match' fuses that are fed into t' individual engines. Well, blow me down! One o' t' organizers, John Bonsor, showed me how t' do this. I managed t' borrow a launcher and after a wait for t' wind t' die down, we were ready. Begad! Arrr! T' ignition and initial flight were perfect, matey, me bucko, except, what was that? A small object appeared t' fly from the back at ejection, and where was t' 'chute. T' rocket came in ballistically. What had happened was exactly what t' 'doom sayers' were predicting. Well, blow me down! Even though I had staggered t' ejection by usin' a mixture o' D12 delays, me bucko, the ejection gases pushed t' engine cartridge out o' t' rear, instead of deployin' t' chute. Blimey! T' rocket be a write off. Begad! T' engine cartridge shattered, me bucko, me hearties, ya bilge rat, t' forward tube like a concertina, shiver me timbers, and t' aft tube a slowly unwindin' spiral.

T' pic o' lift off be t' last shout from me last roll o' film, so mercifully thar are no pictures o' t' rocket as we found it. Arrr! T' realization of t' hours we had all spent on this rocket, which was now trash, didn't sink in until later, me hearties, and it was a long drive home from Largs t' Leeds.