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History Manifesto Charter

History

The transition from a gaggle of friends making “space Cadet” jokes to a registered organization was subtle. They realized that beneath the layers of incompetence and laughter, they had developed something wildly effective: absolute trust.

Because they had started by failing together, they had no egos. A “Cadet” didn’t care if they were flying a fully crewed Redeemer or scrubbing the toilets on a Reclaimer, as long as they were doing it with the crew. This lack of pretense made them surprisingly dangerous. They were unpredictable. Enemies expecting standard military tactics were often baffled by the Cadets’ unorthodox strategy of “panic-firing until something explodes.”

When the time came to formalize their bond in the UEE registry, they briefly considered “cool” names like Void Stalkers or Stanton Vanguard.

“Nah,” she decided, rejecting the proposed logos. “We earned the joke. Let’s own it.”

The “Galaxy’s Cadets” was officially chartered.

The Cadets Today
Today, the Galaxy’s Cadets is a paradoxical organization in the Stanton system. To outsiders reading their name on the comms list, they sound like a starter guild for rookies.

Yet, those who engage them find a tightly woven unit. They run complex salvage operations in the Yela asteroid belt, provide surprisingly effective escort security for haulers, and occasionally lock down Jumptown just to see if they can.

They are still led entirely by Galaxy “GG” Glider, who runs the organization from the bridge of her MSR, Nebula Storm. She still sighs when they crash into asteroids, and she still has to remind them where the landing gear button is. But now, when the Galaxy’s Cadets show up on scanner, nobody is laughing but them.

Manifesto

THE GALAXY’S CADETS MANIFESTO: THE DOCTRINE OF ORGANIZED CHAOS
To the Verse at Large:
We are the Galaxy’s Cadets. You probably saw our name on the comms list and laughed. You probably saw our Reclaimer trying to land upside down at Port Tressler and took a screenshot.
We started as a punchline—a group of friends drawn together by the shared experience of forgetting to raise landing gear before engaging quantum drive. We adopted the name “Cadet” because it was the nicest insult our now-Supreme Commander, GalaxyGlider, could come up with while watching us fly.
But something happened between the hangar crashes and the accidental crimestats. We stopped caring about looking professional, and started caring about winning on our own terms. We realized that a perfectly executed military maneuver is predictable, but a swarm of pilots who have absolutely no regard for their own safety is terrifying.
This is our declaration of intent.
ARTICLE I: THE LIBERATION OF ZERO EGO
We reject the posturing of the “pro” organizations. We have seen each other at our absolute worst—stuck in elevators, glitching through planetary surfaces, and accidentally venting entire cargo bays of quantanium.
Because we have already embarrassed ourselves utterly, we have nothing left to prove. A Cadet flying a fully crewed Redeemer has no ego; they will happily man a salvage turret the next day if that’s what the crew needs. We are dangerous because we are interchangeable, and we are unbreakable because we are already broken.
ARTICLE II: THE INSURANCE POLICY PROTOCOL
We believe that ships are temporary; glory (and laughter) is eternal. We do not polish our hulls. We do not worry about scratches. We view the UEE insurance claim system not as a safety net, but as a strategic resource.
If a maneuver requires scraping the paint off an asteroid to gain a firing angle, a Cadet will do it without hesitation. If victory requires ramming speed, prepare for impact. We fight harder because we know we can just claim another Gladius in 6 minutes.

ARTICLE III: FLY IT LIKE IT’S STOLEN
This is our prime directive. It is the philosophy that guides every throttle push and every strafe run.
When the Cadets engage, we do not fly delicate formations. We do not conserve fuel. We do not worry about the resale value of the vessel. We push engines past the red line, we overheat our repeaters, and we take corners fast enough to knock the coffee out of the cup holder.
We treat every ship in our fleet—from the humblest Pisces to the massive Carrack—as if we just jacked it from a pirate landing pad with the security forces hot on our tails. Aggression, speed, and a reckless disregard for physics are our primary weapons.
ARTICLE IV: THE QUEENPIN’S WRATH
We acknowledge the leadership of Supreme GalaxyGlider. We follow her not out of fear of punishment, but out of the terrifying knowledge that she is the only one among us who actually read the flight manual and knows which button deploys the flares instead of ejecting the pilot (again, only sometimes).

We are the Cadets. We are the punchline that punches back.

Charter

THE CHARTER OF THE GALAXY’S CADETS
Effective Date: [Date you started playing] Ratified By: The original crew who forgot how to quantum jump. Supreme Commander: GalaxyGlider

PREAMBLE: THE CADET’S CREED
We, the undersigned pilots, gunners, and occasional janitors of the Stanton system, hereby establish this Charter for the Galaxy’s Cadets.

We recognize that our organization was born not from grand ambition, but from a collective inability to fly in a straight line. We wear the name “Cadet” not as a mark of shame, but as a badge of honor. It reminds us that we started at the bottom—usually upside down in a hangar bay—and forged a brotherhood in the fires of spectacular failure.

We are not professionals. We are something worse: we are persistent friends with high-yield explosives.

ARTICLE I: CORE PRINCIPLES
The strength of the Cadets lies not in perfect execution, but in absolute trust and the embrace of chaos.

Section 1: The Bonds of Incompetence We trust each other implicitly because we have seen each other at our absolute worst. A pilot who has accidentally ejected their entire crew into the vacuum of Yela has no ego left to bruise. We value the pilot who owns their mistake over the ace who blames the game mechanics.

Section 2: The Interchangeable Crew There are no “capital ship captains” among Cadets. Ego has no berth on our vessels. Today you may be piloting a fully crewed Hammerhead; tomorrow you may be manning the salvage scraper in the bowels of a Reclaimer. No role is beneath a Cadet if it serves the crew.

Section 3: The Doctrine of Unpredictability Standard military tactics are for organizations that read the manual. We rely on the strategic advantage of confusion. If we don’t know what we are about to do, the enemy certainly won’t. Our effectiveness lies in our willingness to panic-fire until the objective is complete.

ARTICLE II: OPERATIONAL CONDUCT
Section 1: Engagement Protocol When threatened, Cadets are authorized to unleash “maximum chaotic response.” Priorities are as follows:

Ensure the safety of the crew.

Ensure the destruction of the threat.

Try not to hit the station we are defending.

Section 2: No Cadet Left Behind (Usually) Ships are insured; crewmates are not. We do not abandon Cadets in the black. The only acceptable reason for leaving a crewmember behind is if their physics grid has glitched through the planet’s surface.

Section 3: The “Fly it like its stolen” Clause All members are encouraged to attempt stupid, high-risk maneuvers for the entertainment of the org, provided they announce “fly it like its stolen” over comms first. Success will be rewarded with praise; failure will be rewarded with relentless mockery until the end of time.

ARTICLE III: LEADERSHIP STRUCTURE
Section 1: The Queenpin We acknowledge the supreme command of GalaxyGlider. Her authority is derived from the indisputable fact that she is the only person in the organization who remembers to stock medpens and knows the difference between a mining laser and a tractor beam (but only sometimes).

Section 2: Chain of Command The chain of command exists mostly to stop everyone from talking at once during combat. In the absence of the Supreme Commander, leadership falls to whoever is currently flying the biggest ship or whoever happens to be yelling the loudest.

SIGNED IN VIRTUAL INK,

The Galaxy’s Cadets “We swear we know what that button does.”