Deadline Division / DEADDIV

  • Syndicate
  • Regular
  • Bounty Hunting
    Bounty Hunting
  • Freelancing
    Freelancing

We don’t wear uniforms.
We don’t salute flags.
We take contracts, track targets, and finish the job.

Discord: https://discord.gg/JkYfRGkN



History

Deadline Division started in the shadows of Levski—back when Delamar was still off the radar and the UEE kept its distance. The founder, known only as Kato Vale, was a former Advocacy agent who went rogue after a failed op that left his team dead and the targets untouched. He disappeared into Nyx and resurfaced months later with a new mission: build a crew that answered to no one but the contract.

At first, Deadline was just a name whispered around black market terminals and bounty kiosks. A handful of cold professionals, taking high-risk targets and vanishing without a trace. No broadcasts. No tags. No bullshit.

But things changed after the Battle of Vega II (2945)—when Vanduul raids exposed how useless UEE response times could be. Civilian colonies were left hanging, and corps were too busy protecting their assets. That’s when Deadline started offering protection contracts, escort runs, and full-on combat support. Quick, brutal, and efficient.

By 2948, the org had grown from five names to fifty. Half ex-military, half pure street. They operated between Stanton, Nyx, and Pyro—crossing legal lines but keeping a strict internal code. Never betray a client. Never leave a job unfinished. Never turn on your own.

Some say Kato Vale was killed in Pyro during a botched hostage rescue. Others say he’s still pulling strings behind the curtain. Doesn’t matter. The Division kept going.

Today, Deadline Division runs out of hidden outposts and comms-dark satellites. No official HQ. No public face. But if you need someone found, silenced, or protected—you’ll find a way to reach them.

Just know: once the name goes on the board, the clock starts ticking.

Manifesto

We are not heroes.
We are not soldiers.
We are not loyal to any banner but our own.

We are the line between chaos and order—not because we care, but because we get paid to hold it.
The law is weak. The UEE is slow. The corps are cowards.
When people want something done fast, quiet, and clean…
They call us.

We don’t recruit by rank.
We don’t ask where you’ve been.
We only ask:

Can you hit your mark?

Will you hold your ground?

Do you follow the code?

We take bounties.
We take war contracts.
We take risks no one else will.

Some of us are ghosts.
Some of us are killers.
All of us are professionals.

This is the Deadline.
When your name goes on our list—
Time runs out.

Charter