The Donovans / DONOVANS

The Donovans didn’t just appear out of fucking nowhere. This shit started when Phrog Don, a ruthless genius with a knack for fucking up the galaxy’s balance of power, broke out of a high-security prison on Titan. He pulled together a crew of the toughest, craziest bastards across the stars—people who had enough of the system’s shit.

From there, we fucked shit up on every corner of the galaxy. Our first hit? We stole a whole shipment of hyperdrive cores from the fucking Federation itself, then sold that shit on the black market for a fortune. From that moment, the Donovans became legends. Every heist was bigger, every hit more daring. Planets? Fucking plundered. Syndicates? Wiped off the fucking map.

Phrog Don’s leadership wasn’t just about power; it was about sending a message: Fuck with us, and you’re fucked. No one dared to cross the Donovans. Rival gangs either joined us or got obliterated, and those who didn’t were left in the dust, looking like a bunch of fucking amateurs.

From asteroid hideouts to deep-space heists, we’ve left our mark on every corner of the galaxy. The Federation, the Syndicates, the damn bounty hunters—they’ve all tried to shut us down, but they can’t. We’re too fucking fast, too smart, and too dangerous to stop. And with every year, we only get stronger.

We’re not just a gang—we’re a fucking dynasty. Our name is spoken in hushed whispers across the galaxy, and it’s all because Phrog Don built this empire from the ground up, taking no shit and showing no mercy. And this? This is just the beginning. THE DONS WILL RISE!