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Crustacean Constellation / CRUSTACEAN
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The Crustacean Constellation is a drifting crew inspired by Old Earth’s Crab Island—no ranks, no pressure. We welcome all who seek fun, support, and freedom in the Verse. Bring your story, share a laugh, and join a tide of explorers who live in the moment and lift each other up.
History
The origins of The Crustacean Constellation trace back to the early 2800s, during a period of rapid expansion and uncertainty across the UEE. As jump point exploration surged and corporations pushed further into uncharted systems, a quiet resistance to over-organization began to brew among independent pilots. Some sought refuge not in rebellion, but in relief — from rigid command structures, grinding contracts, and the cold efficiency of megacorps.
Among them was a small group of haulers, medics, and salvagers who found common cause gathering at abandoned outposts and orbital rest stops. Their favorite? A now-forgotten comms relay perched in the gentle drift of a planetary Lagrange point. There, between supply runs and deep-space detours, they formed a floating sanctuary of laughter, music, and mutual aid.
Inspired by ancient tales of Crab Island on Old Earth — a sandbar hangout for the untethered and free — the name Crustacean Constellation first appeared as a joke, scrawled in grease marker on a battered Hull A. But it stuck. What began as a joke became a banner, and that banner welcomed more.
By 2832, whispers of the Constellation had reached far corners of the ’Verse. It wasn’t a formal organization. It didn’t have a central HQ, uniforms, or even a standard ship paint. But wherever pilots needed backup, or lonely travelers looked for company, someone would say: “Look for the crabs.”
Today, the Crustacean Constellation continues to drift — gathering at quiet corners of space, wherever gravity lets go and community finds its way. No charter, no creed — just a simple belief: that life is better when it’s shared.
Manifesto
We are The Crustacean Constellation —
Not a faction. Not a fleet. Not a fixed thing.
We are the easy orbiters of Crab Island, that floating refuge of Old Earth, reborn in the stars —
a tide of crew and comrades, ever-shifting, ever-welcoming.
We gather at Lagrange points —
places of balance in the great pull of gravity and time —
to laugh, to lend a hand, to share a view of the infinite.
No schedule binds us. No hierarchy weighs us down.
We are here for the free flow of the ’Verse.
You don’t need a reason to dock.
No oaths. No creds. No pressure.
Bring your ship, your story, and your starmap scars.
Whether you’re a veteran hauler, a wandering miner,
or just lost between jump points — there’s always room in the Constellation.
We play. We support. We explore.
We don’t chase the meta — we become the moment.
We’re the crew you call when your ship’s on fire
and you still want to crack jokes on the way down.
So if you’re tired of grinding alone —
if you crave camaraderie without commands —
find us in the places between.
Out where gravity lets go, and good company finds you.
We are the Crustacean Constellation. Welcome aboard.
Charter
A Floating Code for Freefolk in the Black
We ain’t a navy. We ain’t a syndicate.
We’re a tide of good souls drifting between the stars —
brought together by the pull of gravity, laughter, and a shared crate of snackpacks.
This charter ain’t law — it’s a vibe. Stick to it, and you’ll always have a place among the crabs.
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1. You Drift, You Belong.
Whether you’re fresh outta Orison or seasoned in the Pyro backlanes, you’re welcome aboard. We don’t scan creds or rep. Just show up real.
2. Don’t Leave a Crabby Behind.
Need a pickup in deep space? Low on fuel? Cargo heist gone sideways? Call it out. We’ve all been there. Help out when you can — no scoreboard, no debt.
3. No Bosses, No Pressure.
No daily ops, no ping pings, no “mandatory fun nights.” Join when the stars align. Log off when the couch calls. We’re here to make the Verse better, not busier.
4. Fly What You Love.
Aurora? Hammerhead? Mule with a stereo? Don’t matter. You fly your story, we’ll toast it over comms. All ships, all playstyles — bring your weird.
5. Leave Earth at the Airlock.
Politics, religion, and real-world hot takes? That’s not what we’re here for. This is a sanctuary from that static. We’ve all got enough turbulence planetside.
6. Keep It Easy, Keep It Kind.
Jokes are welcome. Banter’s part of the air supply. But keep it respectful. We’re here to laugh with, not at. Don’t be that guy. Or gal. Or gremlin.
7. Live the Drift.
Find the quiet corners of space. Trade stories. Race rovers on low-g moons. Build something weird with friends. In a Verse that’s always chasing the next big thing — be the crew that knows how to pause and breathe.
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Signed, with claws raised,
The Crustaceans Between the Constellations
