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Covered in Blood
In 2948, a ragtag crew of bitter pilots, burned-out veterans, and discarded corporate mercenaries came together in the back alleys of Stanton. Tired of being used and thrown away by the Empire and the megacorps, they decided they would no longer beg for scraps. They would take what they wanted, any way necessary.
This is what happens when society tries to crush you, discard you, and hopes you’ll die quietly in the void.
There may be no honor among thieves, but in the cold blackness of space, survival is its own creed. They chose freedom over servitude, fire over chains, and a short, violent life over a long, obedient one.
Be weary of this outfit, The Heretics have already sold their souls to the void. Don’t expect mercy, they don’t have any left.
No flags, no masters
Handy with a gun or can fly? We might let you take a cut. Don’t slow us down or we will cut you loose