The Naughty MIT Policeman Taught Us A New Word

Mission Summary

SCUL fought the law, and the law swore at us! This mission started out pleasantly enough, with the intention of derbying in a few locations. Little did we know that this would be the night of the STs.
We navigated to the East Somerville system where we started derbying at an abandoned playground. It was down to the last three or four pilots when an ST Transport came along. This Storm Trooper was well mannered, and simply informed us that this playground was closed after 2200 hours. SCUL immediately left the premesis.

SCUL then navigated to the Kendall system through some light radiation. We began derbying there only to be interrupted (AGAIN!) by STs. These STs, however, were high on space hormones. "Are you going to turn that radio off or do I have to f___ing take it?!" exclaimed the first ST. He said the F word! He said the F word! Such unnecessary crudeness is unwelcome by SCUL, and SCUL pilots generally conduct themselves with greater aplomb (and vocabulary) than this galactic loser. Drawing on its reserves of self-control SCUL immediately left the area without confronting these STs further. However, DeadByDawn caught the whole thing on videotape. That ST has a potty mouth and we have it one tape! Hah!

SCUL stopped shortly for some fuel and molecules and to let off steam. While disappointed at not completing a derby, the mission was deemed successful, and we returned to base.