We began routine night patrols of the local starsystems, slowly evolving our tech and increasing our range over the seasons. Chopper centuries became went from a crazy idea, to an accomplishment, to a yearly tradition. Artists, teachers, nerds, mechanics, dreamers, dodgers, and doers get together and thrived on a regular basis.
We rode to rock for many seasons. We switched over our special blend of Funk, Groove and Disco we now call 'Chopper Groove' -- and it changed us. We stopped trying to be bad-ass and started trying to be the good guys. We started high-fiving people. Our numbers grew. Bangor and Providence divisions came and went. (Starchasers and SCUL Prime are the two divisions active today)
I moved around a lot, and SCUL lived in whatever basement I was living in. More on this later. After fifteen years, an invitation to become entwined with the Artisan's Asylum was a dream come true.
SCUL has evolved into an amazing entity, and twenty years is a lot to try and put on paper. Fortunately the early days of documenting everything never stopped, so it's all on record. I invite you to try a random sampling of mission reports, ship descriptions, and pilot profiles; for a genuine sampling of SCUL culture and history.