Reaper Corps / REPRCRPS

  • PMC
  • Regular
  • Role play
  • Security
    Security
  • Freelancing
    Freelancing

The Reaper Corps does not seek glory—we bring inevitability. Bound by blood, driven by fear, we rise from the void to carry death’s banner across the stars. Join us, and become eternal.



History

The Reaper Corps emerged in the shadows of the Vanduul War, when shattered UEE fleets left countless soldiers abandoned beyond the lines. Cut off from supply chains, forgotten by command, and written off as casualties, these survivors turned to each other. Their oath was no longer to the Imperator or High Command—it was to survival, vengeance, and the inevitability of death.

Among drifting hulks and derelict carriers, they scavenged weapons, patched warships, and forged a new brotherhood. Mercenaries, deserters, and outcasts soon flocked to their ranks, drawn by the Corps’ creed: that death was not an end, but a beginning. They became whispers on the frontier—raiders who struck from the void, leaving only wreckage and a banner marked by the Reaper’s hand.

But the Reaper Corps is no band of pirates. We are guided by something darker, a singular purpose born of betrayal and blood. Like specters of judgment, we strike from the shadows to punish the corrupt, the treacherous, and the wicked who prey upon the weak. Where law fails and empires turn blind, we are the hand that delivers retribution. To some, we are monsters; to others, salvation. To all, we are inevitable.

Manifesto

We are not an army of banners and parades. We are the shadow that stalks the guilty, the hand that strikes when law falters, and the voice of inevitability in a galaxy that fears silence.

We do not seek the Senate’s approval or the Imperator’s blessing. We are forged by betrayal, tempered in blood, and guided by vengeance. The weak cry for justice—yet justice has no teeth. We are those teeth.

We will hunt corruption in the halls of power. We will strike pirates who prey on the helpless. We will bring ruin to traitors, raiders, and cowards who believe the void shields them. Our oath is eternal: to punish, to endure, to rise again where others fall.

We are not soldiers of fortune. We are not loyalists of empire. We are death’s chosen—bound in darkness, unstoppable in war.

We are the Reaper Corps.

Charter

I swear my oath to the Corps, eternal and unbroken.

I am the hunter, and the galaxy is my prey.

I show no fear, no weakness, no mercy.

I stand with my brothers and sisters, bound in blood.

I march in shadow, bearing death’s banner across the stars.