6 members
Black Sail Syndicate / BSYN
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Piracy -
Security
We are the Black Sail Syndicate.
“To the stars we sail, to the strong we never bow. Long live the windless tide.”
History
The Black Sail Syndicate was born in the wreckage of broken promises.
It began in the shadows of the Pyro system — a band of outcasts, deserters, and ex-corp haulers who had nothing left to lose and everything to take. Betrayed by megacorps, hunted by the UEE, and cast out from “civilized” space, they turned their desperation into purpose. What started as scattered raids and survival runs quickly became something more: coordinated strikes, joint fleets, encrypted networks — a syndicate bound by code and chaos.
The first black sail flew above a stolen Drake Caterpillar during the Siege of Forthaven, when a UEE supply convoy vanished without a trace. Rumors spread like wildfire — some said it was Vanduul, others blamed Nine Tails. But those in the know whispered one name: Black Sail.
Over time, the Syndicate evolved from a ragtag crew into a decentralized network of pirates, smugglers, slicers, and ex-military mercs. They operate from hidden dens in fringe systems — Nyx, Pyro, and wherever the law turns a blind eye or can be bought. They strike fast, vanish faster, and leave behind only empty cargo holds and encrypted taunts.
Though leaders come and go, the Syndicate has no true hierarchy. Power is earned in blood, not votes. Some cells fly solo, others work in fleets, but all answer to the code: take what they don’t deserve, and burn what you can’t carry.
To this day, the UEE refuses to acknowledge their existence formally — but that doesn’t stop them from hunting ghosts in the dark.
And the Syndicate? They just keep sailing.
Manifesto
Manifesto of the Black Sail Syndicate
“To the stars we sail, to the strong we never bow .”
We are the Black Sail Syndicate.
We are not born of empire, nor bound by law. We fly the void under no banner but our own, answer to no throne but the cold fire in our own hearts.
The void is lawless — and so are we.
We are the shadow that slips between patrol routes.
We are the storm that falls without warning.
We are the hand that takes what the corrupt hoard and the bold reclaim.
The UEE calls us criminals. They would chain us in orbit and feed us to their machine. But we are not criminals — we are free.
Where others see borders, we see opportunity.
Where others bow to corporate fleets, we draw blades in silence.
We do not ask permission. We do not wait for justice. We take it.
From asteroid hideouts to derelict stations, from ambushed convoys to black-market havens — our code is survival, our currency is fear, and our loyalty is only to each other.
To join the Black Sail is to cut ties with comfort, fear, and weakness.
To fly with us is to choose purpose, danger, and a name carved in starlight.
The void is wide. The Syndicate is watching. And the black sails rise.
— Black Sail Syndicate
Long live the windless tide.
Charter
You decide your own level of involvement, once you leave you may never return.
