The Misfits Manifesto

We were forged in the belly of the Empire.

Trained to kill. Trained to obey.
We bled for a system that saw us as disposable.
We followed orders that betrayed our conscience — and buried brothers because of it.
When the brass sold us out, we didn’t kneel.
We walked.

We are the ones they couldn’t break.
Exiled. Marked. Hunted.
But never defeated.

We are the wolves cast from the pack.
We are the ghosts of wars they tried to erase.
We are the Misfits — and this ‘verse is ours for the taking.

We don’t seek permission.
We don’t ask forgiveness.
We don’t hide from what we are.

We are mercenaries. Pirates. Smugglers. Soldiers.
We take what we’re owed, burn what stands in our way, and protect our own at all costs.
Honor means something here — not to the Empire, but to us.
Loyalty. Respect. Brotherhood.

We are not bound by law, but by code.

We fight for the credits, sure —
But we fight for the crew first.
We kill clean, we move fast, and we never leave one of our own behind.

To the UEE, we’re traitors.
To the Corps, we’re terrorists.
To each other?

We’re family.

So if you’re tired of the lies,
If you’ve got the scars but not the medals,
If you want a purpose with teeth —
Then pick up your gear and fall in.

We are Misfits.

Exules, Non Victi.
Exiled, Not Defeated.

Charter of the Misfits

Name and Identity

We are the Misfits — a brotherhood forged in war, tempered in betrayal, and unleashed upon the stars. Once proud Marines of the United Empire of Earth, we now answer to no flag but our own.
Mercenaries. Pirates. Outlaws.
Family first. Soldiers always.

Origins

Born from the ashes of broken oaths and failed leadership, the Misfits are former UEE Marines who saw too much, followed too blindly, and paid the price in blood.
Disillusioned by the system we once swore to protect, we chose exile over servitude — freedom over chains.

What began with a handful of defectors has become a force whispered about in high command and low bars alike.
We are the ghosts the UEE won’t speak of.
The tip of the spear, now turned inward.

Purpose

The Misfits carve our own path through the ‘verse.
We fight for credits, loyalty, and revenge.

Our operations blur the line between lawful and lawless — tactical contracts, black ops, smuggling runs, high-risk escort missions, and the kind of work others are afraid to touch.

Looking to get paid, get even, or get free?
You’ve found your crew.

Code of the Misfits

We don’t fly straight — but we fly with honor.
Every Misfit lives and dies by the code:

• Brothers Before Brass — Loyalty to the crew comes before any contract or command.
• No Ghost Left Behind — We extract our own. Dead or alive.
• Respect the Chain — Orders flow down from Command. Chaos flows out.
• Eyes Forward, Blades Ready — Be sharp. Be ruthless. Be professional.
• No Loose Ends — Witnesses, liabilities, and traitors don’t get second chances.

Structure

High Command (The Originals): Founders and former UEE squad leaders. Strategic ops, diplomacy, and long-range planning.
Blackwatch: Elite combat operatives. Masters of bounty hunting, boarding actions, and close-quarters warfare.
Ghost Fleet: Smugglers, pirates, and blockade runners. Stealth. Speed. Shadows.
Reapers: Enforcers. Hitmen. Reputation management, message-sending, and debt collection.
Prospects: Fresh blood. Prove yourself. Earn your patch.

Allies and Enemies

We respect strength.
We reward loyalty.
We remember betrayal.

We align with crews who share our values — grit, independence, and the will to bleed for the mission.
But know this: the UEE, Advocacy, and anyone who tries to leash us is the enemy.

Final Words

We’re not heroes. We’re not villains.
We’re survivors — warriors cast aside by the system, forging our own warpath through the stars.

Out here, you fight for what you want —
or you die forgotten.

Welcome to the Misfits.

Exules, Non Victi.
Exiled, Not Defeated.