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Death Legion is forged in blood and shadow, striking fear across the Verse. United in strength, ruthless in precision, we are the darkness that none escapes.

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History Manifesto Charter

History

In the outer rim of Pyro, where law is nonexistent and the darkened cosmic clouds hide more secrets than light, four souls converged out of necessity, vengeance, and ambition.

Kyserr – The Tactician. Brutal, silent, and terrifyingly efficient, his past is a canvas of destruction. A mercenary betrayed by both client and crew, he carries grudges like weapons, trusting no one. He’s the hand of death itself.

Nazty – The Enforcer. Once a decorated officer in the Devil’s Armada. Betrayed by the very council he swore loyalty to. Cold, calculating, and always three steps ahead, he sees the universe as a chessboard and the Death Legion as his hand for vengeance.

BigPapiChulo – The Joker. His joking and cunning hide a razor-sharp mind. A former smuggler and gambler, he knows every port, every black market, and every dirty secret worth knowing. Underneath the smiles and bravado, he holds the scars of betrayal that keep him just as ruthless as the rest.

LadyHotTea – The Wildcard. She moves like a shadow in silk, luring foes with a smile that promises safety but delivers ruin. She toys with desire and fear alike, leaving hearts shattered (except BigPapiChulo) and fleets crippled, all while sipping her tea with devilish delight.

Their Turning Point

The four met in the wreckage of a betrayal so deep it left scars in the Verse. Each had been wronged, cheated, or abandoned by institutions they once served. On a forlorn space station known as Ruin, they found each other after being betrayed by Captain RedBeard: kindred spirits fueled by rage and cunning. It was there they swore a silent pact: laws of men were chains, and freedom came with the screams of their enemies staring down the barrel of a Coda.

Death Legion

A pirate organization feared across the Verse, becoming Death itself, forging a legion along the way. Their raids were precise, surgical, and theatrical—never just theft, always a statement. Whispers of their deeds spread like cosmic fire: trade convoys disappearing, corporate fleets vanishing, and politicians’ secrets exposed.

Legend vs. Reality

Some say they operate purely for profit. Some say they are driven by vengeance against the corruption that cast them aside. The truth is darker: they thrive in the void not because of survival, but because the universe itself has wronged them, and they are finally, gloriously, reclaiming it.

Manifesto

So, you’ve stumbled in here thinking you’ve got what it takes to fly under our banner? Cute. The verse chews up softskins and dreamers, and we’re not in the business of babysitting. You’re nothing here, just another body the Legion might throw into the fire if you prove too weak to stand.

Understand this: we don’t fight for glory, we don’t fly for honor, and we sure as hell don’t care about your “morals”. We maraud, we plunder, and we leave wreckage in our wake. That’s the price of wearing the skull. You will obey, you will bleed, and you will pull your weight, or we’ll happily vent you into space and loot what’s left.

This isn’t a democracy. Your worth is measured by what you can take and how mercilessly you can take it. Fall in line, harden your heart, and maybe…maybe you’ll earn a place among us. Fail, and you’ll serve as another example of what happens when weakness dares to wear our colors.

Charter

Obey Command. Orders are not up for debate. If you can’t follow, you can’t stay.

Respect the Skull. The Legion comes before your pride, your feelings, and your ego. Our banner is iron, and you will not tarnish it.

Strength Over Whining. Don’t clog our comms with weakness, excuses, or complaints. We value results, not sob stories.

No Leaks. What’s said in the Legion stays in the Legion. Betrayal earns you a permanent berth in the void.

Contribute or Rot. Fly with us, raid with us, bleed with us. Dead weight is discarded quickly.

Keep the Chaos Controlled. Trash talk, scheme, and conspire all you want, but never disrupt Legion operations. Cross the line, and you’ll wish you hadn’t.

Show Ruthlessness. Mercy is weakness. You are a pirate now, remember it every time you open your mouth or fire your guns.

Follow the rules, carve your place, and you might live long enough to call yourself one of us. Fail, and you’ll feed the wreckage piles.