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The Pack is a tight-knit org focused on loyalty, teamwork, and survival across all gameplay loops. Born from Twitch, forged in Discord — we fly together, howl louder, and never leave our own behind.
Explore the beauties of the ‘verse with us today!
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They say it began on Oso II — a lush, untamed world in a system the UEE barely acknowledges. Officially, it’s a scientific preservation zone. Unofficially, it’s a dumping ground for blacklisted research and quiet failures.
No one talks about the illegal mining outposts that once dotted its hidden valleys. Or the corporate contractors who were sent there on “unregistered” assignments. Or the crew that was left behind when the company pulled out after UEE sanctions shut the operation down.
They were miners. Runners. Fixers. Freelancers who knew too much and mattered too little. No rescue. No pay. No extraction.
Just a hostile jungle moon, a fading beacon, and each other.
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Most would have turned on each other. But not them.
Something ancient stirred — a pact stronger than contracts. A unity born of need, trust, and shared survival. They didn’t just work together. They adapted together.
They became a hunting party, a unit — a Pack.
No one knows how they got off-world. Some say they hijacked a rogue Xi’an courier. Others claim a long-dead Carrack in orbit flickered to life and opened its doors.
Whatever the truth, they left Oso II not as victims, but as something new.
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Since that day, The Pack has moved through the verse — not as a mercenary outfit or a corporate fleet, but as a presence. You won’t find recruitment posters. Only rumors.
A crew that never leaves their own behind.
A squad that appears when things go dark.
A name whispered in convoys and asteroid fields alike.
They choose their own. The forgotten. The wild. The capable. Loyalty is worth more than rank. Instinct is valued above protocol.
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They move between systems like wind through grass. From fringe colonies to black-market hubs. Escorting traders through hostile jump points. Fending off pirates in dead sectors. Running recovery ops the UEE won’t touch.
They’re not chasing power. They’re chasing freedom.
You’ll know them not by uniforms or badges — but by how they move, how they fight, how they howl when the first shot is fired.
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The Pack flies together.
The verse may burn.
But we do not break.
We are The Pack — a brotherhood, sisterhood, and chosen family bound not by rank, but by loyalty, purpose, and instinct.
We are explorers of the unknown, guardians of each other, and hunters of opportunity. We don’t follow empires. We don’t kneel to corporations. We fly with the strength of the Pack — and the freedom of the wild.
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The ‘verse is vast. It’s cold. It’s ruthless. But it’s ours to shape.
We were born in a Twitch stream. Forged in Discord. Strengthened through trials, hunts, and laughter. Now, we roam the stars not as lone wolves, but as a unit. A Pack.
We fly to:
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We seek neither empire nor tyranny — only freedom, purpose, and survival on our own terms.
Whether hauling freight across Pyro, defending a mining outpost, or pulling off a black ops drop into Jumptown, we do it our way — with precision, style, and teeth bared.
This is not just a game. This is our shared journey.
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If you’re tired of flying solo.
If you’re seeking purpose beyond the next credit.
If you crave howls in the dark and laughs in the firelight…
Then the Pack is calling.
Come as you are. Leave as one of us.
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We are The Pack. We do not break. We do not bow. We fly together. Always.
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We engage in a wide variety of gameplay loops, including:
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Welcome to The Pack. Fly together, howl louder.