10 members
Chop Shop Collective. Salvaging. Crafting. Living. We used to be no one. Just a handful of pilots scraping by after the Blockade. One of them—our founder—rushed a Prospector haul to get meds for his sister. Hand got stuck. Crushed. Doctors said he’d never pull a stick again. We didn’t let it end him
Chop Shop Collective. During the Vanduul blockade, the UEE, the pirates, even the Vanduul… they were running a black market. We got too close. They caught us. Tortured us. We escaped. Barely. Now, we don’t do business with any of them. We do business for the privateers. The independents. The pilots who just wanna earn a living and not be anyone’s bitch. We take what they left behind. And we give it back—upgraded. For a fair price. We’re not the law. We’re just… what comes after the law leaves.
Who’s asking?
Who’s asking?
