What the forget? The late-Space Age is gay as stuff.
For the first few minutes, its cool and all. Because your not getting a loving help message from your home planet/colonies EVERY TEN DAMNED SECONDS.
I'm out exploring black holes with the key thing that lets me use them right now. While I'm like half the galaxy away from them trying to meet the richardhead Groxbitches, they literally start bombarding me with "OSHT ECODISASTER", "PIRATES WE CANT DEFEND OURSELVS CUZ WE'RE WOMEN" and "OMG THEY HURT US WAAAHmbulance". Go solve your own ecodisaster, defend your own loving colony and fight back with those kickass aircraft I made in the Civil Age.
Seriously, what the forget. I could stand the badges thing but this is just rediculous.
(Don't kill me if I can't spell, I'm tired.)