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Antisocial A-holes and Reluctant Reprobates / AAHRR
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Piracy
A collective for players who usually run solo to find reliable backup when they come across something they can’t handle on their own.
History
Chapter 1:
The man the ‘verse would eventually come to know as the ‘Wild Wizard’ started out as the second son of a shipping clan, the name of which won’t be mentioned here. Nor his given name, which has not passed his lips since the death of his father.
He, his four brothers and one sister seemed, on their face, to be reasonably happy and well adjusted.
Then, his father had died, and he’d learned that all was not as he’d expected. In addition to being shunted into second place behind his older brother who wasn’t even helping the business but off fighting the war, he’d been reduced to ‘one of three’, all treated equally in the will. Hah!
So, he ‘borrowed a ship out of his dead father’s asteroid hangar and took off to forge his own way in the ‘verse. Granted, it was a crap ship, but it had had the benefit of being left unlocked as the ready response reserve.
He hasn’t seen or spoken to any of his family since. Truth be told, he doesn’t speak to many people at all. Save for clients, be they those he’s buying from, selling to, or…negotiating with over the transfer of select and desired items.
He generally can’t be trusted in polite society. He’s a troublemaker, he’s rude, he’s short-tempered. But he has a single, ironclad rule. Something –the only thing– his late father had managed to pass on to him. Contracts were sacred. No matter what, you followed through, because your reputation was your life.
At some point, he realized that he couldn’t do everything alone, and started keeping an eye out for others like himself to occasionally share the labor on juicy opportunities.
Manifesto
Look, I don’t like you and you don’t like me. Fine. Truth is, I don’t much like anybody. I doubt you do either. There’s a reason we usually run solo and handle our own business. Humans are scum, the Xian are worse, and the Banu aren’t good for much besides setting a bad example of perambulating life and how low the standards of the ‘verse are. And don’t even get me STARTED on the VanDuul!
Hell, in the end, I’m not even particularly fond of myself. But even I understand that there are times when I’m stuck in something (or wanting to get stuck into something) that I can’t pull off on my own. That’s where AAHRR comes in.
We don’t have to like one another, we don’t have to party with one another, and we don’t have to tell each other’s spouses, “Awe, that baby is just adorable!” If the baby’s ugly, it’s ugly. We’re business associates, that’s it.
What we do have to do is watch each others’ backs on those rare occasions when we jump into the fire together. Business is business, right? Just remember… Once you agree to a job, do the job and cover the others like you want them covering you. Don’t cross us.
Charter
We don’t ask for much. There won’t be org shindigs, there won’t be gala dress up balls, there won’t be galaxy wide BS sessions. AAHRR respects your privacy and your desire to be alone. We generally share those traits.
We don’t expect you to suicide yourself for no profit. If you see another AAHRR ship in trouble and you can help, it’s expected that you jump into the dogpile. If it looks like certain death to interfere, bon travels, and live to fight another day.
Short of specific instances where resources are pooled, and where it’s understood they will be beforehand, you won’t be asked to share your ships or your gear, even for a job. My stuff is my stuff, your stuff is yours. If you do decide to volunteer stuff unsolicited, whoever uses it had better damn’ well give it back at the end of the job.
Here’s what we DO expect:
All contracts are to be completed before the jobs in question. Duties, splits, percentages will all be known quantities before the first engine powers up.
If you agree to join forces with AAHRR orgmates on a job, you finish the job, even if it hurts. You don’t bail in the middle of a fight that you helped pick. You cover your mates’ backs, and they cover yours. Everybody involved splits the loot, live or dead. Everybody’s got relatives, right? At the end of the day, we all go back to our nice, quiet lives until the next time we need a hand.