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Astral Cutthroats / EMPEROROPT
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Piracy
History
The Birth of the Astral Cutthroats
Admiral GamoXristidis had always believed in the system—until the day it turned on him. Once a decorated officer of the UEE Navy, he commanded a fleet tasked with securing the outer reaches of the Stanton system. But in the cold void of space, loyalty is a currency that holds little value against greed.
During a classified operation, his fleet intercepted a distress signal from a civilian convoy under attack. The enemy? Not outlaws, not Vanduul, but a corporate-backed security force under the payroll of a megacorp with deep ties to UEE officials. When GamoXristidis engaged, expecting reinforcements from high command, he instead received an order: stand down.
He refused.
The battle that followed was swift and brutal. His ships, outnumbered and outgunned, fought desperately to defend the innocent. His own command carrier was left crippled, his crew slaughtered, and when the dust settled, the admiral was labeled a traitor. Branded a mutineer, his name was erased from the records, his service forgotten. The system he swore to protect had betrayed him.
Surviving in the wreckage of his former life, GamoXristidis made a choice: If justice had no place in the UEE, he would carve it out himself. He gathered those cast aside by the system—pirates, mercenaries, ex-soldiers, and lost souls with nothing left to lose. They struck in the shadows, taking from the corrupt and feeding their own war machine. Not out of charity. Not out of vengeance. But to survive—and to thrive.
Thus, the Astral Cutthroats were born.
Neither heroes nor villains, they are a force in the black, serving their own form of justice. If you have credits, they’ll fight for you. If you have power, they’ll challenge you. And if you stand in their way, you’d best hope they find you worth more alive than dead.
In the void, the UEE still whispers the name GamoXristidis in hushed tones. Some claim he died that day. Others believe he watches from the shadows, orchestrating every strike, every heist, every act of defiance. But one thing is certain: The Astral Cutthroats are here to stay.
Manifesto
We are not soldiers. We are not slaves to empires, corporations, or the petty laws of weak men. We are the storm that rages in the void, the wolves among sheep, the ones who take what we want and answer to no one.
OUR CREED
Freedom Above All – No kings, no masters. We carve our own path through the stars.
Loyalty to the Crew – Betrayal is a death sentence. We stand together, fight together, and profit together.
Strength Through Power – We take what we can, hold what we take, and destroy what stands in our way.
No Gods, No Laws, No Limits – The universe belongs to those bold enough to seize it.
OUR WAY
Mercenary Work – If they pay, we play. No questions asked.
Piracy – Convoys, traders, weaklings—we take what’s ripe for the taking.
Smuggling – Law’s just another obstacle. We move what needs moving, no matter the risk.
Black Market Deals – Weapons, ships, secrets—if it’s valuable, we own it or sell it.
Revenge – Cross us, and your name becomes a whispered warning in dark places.
THE CUTTHROAT’S PROMISE
We don’t follow. We don’t bow. We rise, we fight, we conquer. The ‘verse is ours for the taking, and no force—no government, no corporation, no so-called “justice”—will stand in our way.
If you seek wealth, power, and a brotherhood of the ruthless, then step up and claim your place among us. But know this—once you fly with the Cutthroats, there’s no turning back.
TAKE WHAT YOU CAN. BURN THE REST.
Charter
Article I – The Code of the Cutthroats
No Kings, No Masters – We answer to no empire, no government, and no law but our own.
Loyalty is Everything – Betray the crew, and you’ll find yourself adrift without air or allies.
Strength Rules the ‘Verse – We take what we can, defend what we own, and crush those who challenge us.
No Job is Too Dirty – Merc work, piracy, smuggling—we do what it takes to thrive.
No Cutthroat Left Behind – We fight for each other. If you call for help, expect guns at your side.
Article II – Ranks & Roles
Admiral – The final word. Leads the crew, commands the fleet, and makes the tough calls.
Warlords – Trusted lieutenants, second in command. They organize operations and enforce the code.
Raid Captains – Lead strike teams, oversee loot operations, and ensure we get paid.
Corsairs – Skilled pilots, gunners, and warriors. The backbone of the Cutthroats.
Reavers – New blood. Prove your worth, earn your place, or be left behind.
Article III – The Rules of the Void
Honor the Deal – If we take a contract, we finish the job. Reputation keeps the credits flowing.
Don’t Cross the Crew – Theft, betrayal, or cowardice gets you spaced—no exceptions.
Strength Earns Respect – If you want more power, take it. Climb the ranks by proving yourself.
The ‘Verse is Ours – We raid, we trade, we fight—our influence grows with every victory.
Have Fun, Raise Hell – We’re here to make our mark. If you’re not enjoying the ride, you’re doing it wrong.
Article IV – War & Profit
Piracy – If it flies and isn’t ours, it’s a potential payday.
Mercenary Contracts – If the credits are good, we’ll fight for anyone—until they’re no longer useful.
Smuggling & Black Market Deals – Weapons, data, contraband—if it’s valuable, we move it.
Territory & Power – We claim space where we see fit. If someone wants it back, they better be ready to die for it.
Final Word
The Astral Cutthroats are more than an org—we are a force of nature. We take, we destroy, we thrive. If you’re strong enough, ruthless enough, and ready to carve your name into the stars, welcome aboard. But if you hesitate, if you break, if you flinch—the void will take you.
TAKE WHAT YOU CAN. BURN THE REST.
