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skullRIP Salvage / SKULLRIP
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Infiltration
History
SkullRIP Salvage wasn’t born in a Discord fart or stitched together by three friendly goofballs playing pretend spaceman: it came out of wreckage, bad blood, and the understanding that space rewards predators, not vibes. We started as scavvers because that’s where the truth lives: aftermath, debris, and the quiet knowledge that someone else already failed here. Over time, we learned the next step was cutting out the middleman. Why wait for wrecks when you can make them? Piracy wasn’t a phase—it was evolution. SkullRIP is what happens when hard-earned scars turn into intent: and intent stops asking and starts taking.
Manifesto
We don’t fly safe. We don’t play nice. We don’t pretend space owes anyone a fair fight. SkullRIP lives in the cracks: between rules, between radar pings, and in the shadows. We believe in pressure, proximity, and letting people realize too late that they were never in control. There’s a permanent fuck you baked into our existence. Piracy isn’t griefing: it’s natural selection, executed by people who know when to strike and don’t miss the window.
Charter
SkullRIP Salvage runs on trust, sharp instincts, and a mutual addiction to controlled mayhem. We want people who can read the chaos, shut the hell up, and do the work without clapping for themselves afterward. Piracy is the weapon. Scavv life is the backbone. Ego gets kicked out the airlock. Drama gets laughed at and left spinning in vacuum.
We roll together when it matters, disappear when it doesn’t, and don’t need a babysitter to tell us how to operate. Loyalty is earned, not begged for. Patience is mandatory. If you’re chasing glory, attention, or hero moments—keep moving. If you get satisfaction from quietly wrecking bad decisions and cashing in on the remains, welcome to skullRIP.
