Our story is an old one. Unwashed. Unwanted. Unwilling to bend a knee those who feel they are our betters. Unsettled in just one place. Uncompromising in the face of right and wrong. Undeniable in the heat and fury of conflict.
We are the brigands in the deep darkness of space. The rogues that riddle the dreams of spacers. Never afraid, yet never cruel. Never relenting, yet never ruthless. We understand that violence is a tool like any other, and it is a tool that is meant to be wielded with precise intent and a practiced hand. We understand that honor should never be the price of profit.
Our word is as a contract when given and our wrath is swift and final. Honor-bound and riches-driven, we are the likable scoundrel, the eloquent con artist, and the shrewd entrepreneur in the vastness of space.
Fear commands a healthy respect. Hate commands undesired attention, unfocused violence and unending spite. Respect is our watchword. Wealth is our goal.
A true pirate finds the balance between the passion in his heart and the reason in his mind. The outcome is the balance of might and right. There is an old saying, ‘That which does not kill you, makes you stronger.’ Don’t believe that. Things that try to kill you make you angry and unfocused. Strength comes from the positive things – your friends, your crew and the satisfaction of your work. Those are the things that will keep you whole. Those are the things to hold on to when its darkest.
The universe grows smaller. A reality where the perception of the word pirate must evolve in order to survive. Heavens help those who lack the means to adapt or endure. Heavens help those who cross the Boonie Crew.