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The Skeleton Crew / SKELETONC
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Smuggling
*Strength in the Few
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We aren’t an army. We aren’t a corporation. We aren’t here to flood the verse with numbers.
Bodies are easy to find. Competence is not.
The Skeleton Crew isn’t built on swelling ranks—it’s built on skilled survivors who know their ship, their craft, and their
History
*History of The Skeleton Crew
*The Wreckage Years (Early 28th Century)
The Skeleton Crew was born from the forgotten. After the First Tevarin War, derelict warships were left to drift in the void. One such wreck, a gutted Bengal-class carrier, became a shelter for outcasts: deserters, smugglers, failed mercenaries, and survivors of raids. Huddled in the dark, they forged a creed: Crew Above All Else.
Scavengers to Raiders
At first, they were scavengers—looting wrecks too toxic or unstable for licensed salvagers. But desperation turned to ambition. Convoys strayed too close. Guns were taken up. The first raids were sloppy, fueled by hunger, but soon became a way of life. Bone-white paint marked their ships, declaring: “We are already dead.”
The Ossuary (Mid-28th Century)
The Crew’s power grew with the construction of their flagship, The Ossuary—a cobbled-together Idris, stitched from graveyard salvage. With it, the Skeleton Crew evolved from desperate scavengers to an organized fleet. Their reputation spread across Pyro and Stanton.
The Bone Yard (29th Century)
Needing a permanent base, they carved The Bone Yard into an asteroid station in Pyro. Part bar, part black-market hub, it became their sanctuary. Here, jobs are bought with whiskey, ransoms negotiated in backrooms, and loyalty tested in smoke and blood.
Infamy Across the Verse
The Crew expanded into smuggling, contract killings, kidnappings, and prison-break escorts. Their legend grew: whole convoys disappearing, senators’ children vanishing, prisons erupting in riots timed to their raids. To the UEE, they became vermin. To the corps, a plague. To the forgotten? A family.
Ghosts That Endure
For centuries, the Skeleton Crew has endured not by wealth or power, but by myth. To some, they are raiders. To others, liberators. But all agree: when the bone-painted ships appear, death and freedom arrive together.
Manifesto
We are not citizens.
We are not soldiers.
We are not property of empires or pawns of corporations.
We are outcasts, the forgotten, the broken, the ones the verse left behind.
And in the wreckage, we found freedom.
The UEE builds prisons. The corps build cages. Syndicates demand chains.
But we are already dead—so what do we fear?
We smuggle because they tell us what we cannot have.
We raid because they tell us where we cannot go.
We kill because they tell us who should live.
We break prisoners free because no one deserves a corporate leash.
We are not chaos—we are the balance.
We take from those who hoard.
We burn the flags of those who would rule.
We carve our creed into the black, bone-white on steel.
Our law is simple: Crew Above All Else.
Your captain is your word. Your ship is your coffin. Your crew is your family.
When we drink, we drink together.
When we fight, we fight together.
When we die, we die together.
We are The Skeleton Crew.
Ghosts of the void.
Pirates of the wreckage.
Smugglers, raiders, killers, and liberators.
The verse does not own us.
No law can bind us.
No empire can silence us.
We are free.
We are already dead.
And the dead… don’t kneel.
☠️ All hail The Crew. ☠️
Charter
The Skeleton Crew Public Rules
Crew Above All Else
Loyalty comes first. Betray your crew, and you’re already dead.
Respect the Bone Yard
Our bar and station are neutral ground. No fights, no freelancing hits, no stealing from fellow outcasts inside.
All Jobs Welcome
Smuggling, escorting, kidnapping, prison breaks, salvage, or hits—if it pays, it plays. Morality doesn’t live here.
The Captain’s Word is Law
Every ship has its own captain. What they say, goes. Disputes? Settle them outside the station.
No Ghosting the Crew
If you sign on for a job, you finish it. Don’t vanish mid-raid, don’t run when it gets hot. Ghosts get burned.
Cut of the Bone
All spoils are split fair, but the Crew takes its cut. Don’t argue—dead men don’t get shares.
Keep the Mask On
Out there, we’re legends. Paint your ship, wear the bones, fly the colors. The Skeleton Crew isn’t a secret—it’s a warning.
Live Free, Die Loud
We’re already dead. So party, drink, smoke, fight, raid—live like the verse is ending, because for us, it already has.