Neanderthals In Space / NEANDER

  • Syndicate
  • Casual
  • Scouting
    Scouting
  • Infiltration
    Infiltration
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Chaos is our cargo. Salt is our fuel. (Fly Stupid Die Funny)

History Manifesto Charter

History

Club swinging. Ship stealing. Loot swiping. Maximum chaos. Zero apologies.
We’re not your shiny corporate space guild with color-coded ships and mandatory HR sensitivity training.
We’re a loose collection of space-age cavemen who figured out how to strap warp drives to stolen freighters and whose only three commandments are:

If it flies → it’s loot
If it’s loot → we fight over it (loudly)
If someone’s having fun → Add Salt

PvP is encouraged.
Friendly fire is basically foreplay.
Shared loot? In the sense that the guy who screams loudest loses the most. Shoot first, accidentally ram the freighter into an asteroid it all ends up in a big pile.
“endgame content”.
We are the endgame content. For other people.
So grab your plasma axe, mute your morals, and come help us turn the galaxy into the galaxy’s most expensive playground fight club.
Neanderthals in Space
Because sophisticated piracy is for people who own furniture.
We just want the loot, the salt, and the shenanigans
See you in local… probably on the wrong side of a torpedo.

Manifesto

Forged in the brutal crucible of Pyro’s lawless fringes and the asteroid belts of Hurston, we Neanderthals thrive where others freeze. Our fleet? A ragtag armada of modded Cutlasses, battered Valkyries, and custom “Bonecrackers”—ships reinforced with hulls thick as our skulls, painted in cave-art murals of exploding Reclaimers and screaming Cutthroats. We mine ‘roids with bare-fist fury (okay, fine, multi-tools), hunt bounties like saber-tooth tigers, and raid orgs who think they’re top of the food chain. Pirates? We eat ‘em for breakfast. Vanduul? We’ll club ‘em back to Vanduul Prime.

Charter

OPERATIONAL POLICIES MISSING ETA: TBD