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Drifting like wraiths through the void, the Phantom Fleet is a ruthless syndicate of raiders, smugglers, and mercenaries who answer to no law but their own. Masters of ambush and deception, they strike from the shadows, leaving wreckage in their wake. To cross them is to gamble with fate.
Phantom Fleet: Lords of the Void
History
Born from the shattered remains of failed rebellions and exiled captains, the Phantom Fleet emerged as a shadow force in the fringes of the Stanton and Pyro systems. Founded by former UEE defectors, outcasts, and rogue traders, they carved their legend through precision strikes, high-stakes smuggling, and ruthless piracy. Operating in the dark, they became the ghosts of the spaceplanes, always watching, always waiting, and striking only when the odds were in their favor. Over the years, their network expanded, infiltrating trade hubs and black markets while maintaining their elusive presence.
Manifesto
“The void belongs to those bold enough to seize it.”
Survival Above All – The Fleet bows to no empire, no corporation, and no law. Only those who adapt, endure, and fight earn their place among the shadows.
Strike Without Warning – Strength lies in deception. A silent hunter lives longer than a loud fool. We move unseen, striking with precision, and leaving no witnesses.
Loyalty is Earned – Trust is a currency more valuable than UEC. Betrayal is met with only one sentence: the cold embrace of the void.
Profit Over Pride – War is a fool’s game. We fight only when it serves us, and we take what we want when the time is right. Greed fuels our fleet, but recklessness is weakness.
Honor Among Ghosts – We are phantoms, brothers and sisters bound by the darkness of the stars. The Fleet stands together, or not at all.
Chapter: The Shadowfangs
Operating within the Pyro system, the Shadowfangs are the Phantom Fleet’s elite raiding arm. Unlike the cutthroat mercs and smugglers who make up most of the Fleet, the Shadowfangs are disciplined hunters, striking high-value convoys with surgical precision. Their calling card? A ship left adrift, its crew missing, no bodies, no distress call, only silence.
