4 members
Smooth Brain Syndicate
We fly crooked, smuggle loud, and freelance like we forgot the briefing (we did). Half-baked plans, full-send attitude. No brain cells. No regrets. Just space, smoke, and stolen cargo. Hop in, idiot.
Born in the underbelly of Earth’s sprawl — deep in the neon fog of the UEE’s heart — the Smooth Brain Syndicate isn’t what you’d call “elite.” We’re what happens when a group of underachievers with secondhand ships, a shared love of weed, and a complete lack of long-term planning decides to chase credits across the stars.
We’re freelancers, smugglers, and occasional mercs with one rule: if it’s fun or profitable, we’re in (preferably both). Our ops range from totally legit cargo runs to “don’t ask, don’t scan” deliveries. Strategy? Overrated. Precision? Optional. Vibes? Immaculate.
We may not be geniuses, but we are persistent, unpredictable, and just high enough to try stuff smarter crews wouldn’t dare.
In a universe obsessed with power and perfection, we fly loud, dumb, and free.
Who’s asking?
Who’s asking?
