Red Hull / REDH

  • PMC
  • Regular
  • Freelancing
    Freelancing
  • Medical
    Medical

Red Hull: When you’re in the red, we answer the call. Specialists in high-risk contracts and emergency medical response. Whether you’re in a firefight or flatlining, we’ve got you covered.



History

The genesis of Red Hull can be traced back to the final bloody decades of the Messer Era. The founders were not heroes or rebels, at least not at first. They were a handful of United Empire of Earth Navy medics, search and rescue operators, and combat pilots serving on the fringe systems. Under the iron-fisted rule of Linton Messer XI, they witnessed firsthand how the regime’s priorities shifted from protecting its citizens to preserving its own power. Medals were awarded for battles won, but the personnel left behind were often deemed an acceptable loss.

The breaking point came in 2781 during a supposedly routine anti-piracy action in the Tohil System. An ambush left a UEE frigate, the UES Stalwart, crippled and bleeding atmosphere. High command, unwilling to risk a capital ship for a single frigate, designated the Stalwart’s crew as “expendable” and ordered the fleet to withdraw.

Refusing to abandon their comrades, a small group led by a medic named Anya Ravan and a pilot named Kaelen Shaw defied orders. They took their Cutlass Red, a vessel already scarred and patched from dozens of engagements, and flew into the wreckage. For twelve agonizing hours, they performed triage in zero-g, pulling the wounded from the mangled ship and defending their small craft from opportunistic pirates.

Their Cutlass, its white hull permanently stained by the crimson dust of a nearby moon and the laser scoring from the firefight, became a symbol of their defiance. When they returned to base with the survivors, they were not welcomed as heroes but branded as insubordinates. Facing court-martial, Ravan, Shaw, and their loyal crew deserted, taking their battle-scarred ship with them. They were no longer UEE, but they had a new purpose. They named their fledgling organization after the ship that started it all: Red Hull.

In the chaotic years following the fall of the Messer regime in 2792, the newly formed Red Hull found its footing. The galaxy was rife with instability, and countless systems were left to fend for themselves. Red Hull’s reputation grew as they took on contracts the UEE wouldn’t—or couldn’t—handle. They escorted relief convoys, recovered black boxes from contested debris fields, and provided medical aid to colonies cut off from supply lines. Their freelance work was a means to an end, funding their primary mission of rescue and medical intervention.

Today, Red Hull operates on a simple creed, born from their tumultuous origins: When you’re in the red, we answer the call. This applies to the red line on a medical monitor, the red of a breached hull, or the red ink on a contract deemed too dangerous by others. They remain fiercely independent, offering their services to corporations, independent colonists, and sometimes even those on the shadier side of the law. While their freelancers are known for their professionalism and discretion, it is their medical division that has earned them their true renown. In an often-brutal universe, the sight of a ship bearing the Red Hull insignia is a promise—that survival is always the top priority.

Manifesto

THE RED HULL MANIFESTO
This universe is governed by bottom lines. Empires weigh acceptable losses, corporations calculate risk versus reward, and syndicates trade lives for credits. In the cold calculus of space, the individual is often the first variable to be discarded. We reject this equation.

We are Red Hull. We were born from the failure of others—from ignored distress calls, abandoned crews, and the bitter truth that when the ledger turns red, the powerful cut their losses. Our name is a reminder of that truth, earned on a hull stained by laser fire and rescue flares, a symbol of our refusal to leave anyone behind.

Our purpose is singular: When you’re in the red, we answer the call.

This is not a marketing slogan; it is our unwavering doctrine.

The Red of the Contract: We are freelancers, yes. We fly escort, move cargo, and fight when we must. The contracts we take are the lifeblood that keeps our engines hot and our medbays stocked. But our professionalism is a tool, not our identity. We earn our independence in the unforgiving world of freelance work so that we are never beholden to any power but our own conscience.

The Red of the Warning Light: We thrive in the chaos that makes others turn back. A breached hull, a failing life support system, a ship adrift in the black—this is our element. We are the calm voice on the comms when everything has gone wrong, the steady hand that pilots through the wreckage.

The Red of a Flatlining Medic: This is the heart of our mission. We believe that a life is never an acceptable loss. While others see a casualty, we see a patient. Our medics and search-and-rescue teams are the best in the ‘verse because they operate on a principle greater than profit: survival, at all costs. We will risk our ships and our lives for a single heartbeat.

We are not heroes, and we are not saviors. We are professionals—pilots, gunners, medics, and operators—bound by a shared conviction. We seek members who understand that a contract is a job, but a life is a responsibility.

Join us, and stand for something more than just the next payday. Stand for the call that must be answered.

Charter

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