Ghost Note / NEVERFADE

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Mega-rich dynasties with names etched into every station, every airlock, every synthetic sunrise. Oxygen isn’t a right; it’s a rental. And who enforces the rules? Private militaries with guns for hire and hearts for sale. We’re not citizens anymore. We’re assets. Labor units. Bio-tagged, expendable.

History Manifesto Charter

History

You wanna know how it started? The fire, the fury?

Alright. Buckle in.

We were just scraps floating in the black. Dock rats, ship rats, techs, pilots, kids born in the cargo holds of ships they’d never own. Corp tags on our wrists, loyalty scanners in our blood. They told us we were “lucky”—lucky to serve, lucky to breathe.

Yeah. Lucky to work ourselves to death in oxygen-taxed hellholes while suits in orbit sat on diamond decks drinking synthetic whiskey and selling our lives by the gram.

We weren’t soldiers. We were done playing by their rules. No more badges. No more bosses. We took a junk ship, bolted on weapons, painted a red skull on the hull, and hit the black. Raiding corp convoys, tearing down their networks, freeing the tagged and tracked one by one.

We didn’t plan to start a movement.

But when you fight back, people notice. They join. They ignite.

They call us anarchists like it’s an insult. I call it truth.

We’re not lost, we never were. We’re free…free of the scum that people like you let control their lives likes it’s a game. But being free isn’t enough. We won’t rest until the rats that sit in their luxury office chairs realize just how close rebellion is, just how real all this is.

Before you ask, this isn’t just an organization, this is a rebellion.

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Manifesto

We Believe:
That freedom is not a license—it’s a birthright.

That survival without dignity is just another kind of death.
That corporations are not creators, only thieves.
That no one has the right to price your breath.
That the system won’t fix itself—it has to be torn out by the roots.

They call us anarchists. outlaws. terrorists.
We call it rebellion.
We are what happens when people stop begging to live and start choosing to fight.

Our Oath:
When we rise, we rise together.
When we fall, we fall loud.
We burn so others may see.
We destroy so others may rebuild.
We swear this by the stars, by the air in our lungs, and by every name the corps tried to erase:
We will not kneel.
We will not forget.
And we will never stop.

We are not their tools.
We are their reckoning.

Charter

I. Autonomy or Nothing
Your body is yours. Your mind is yours. Your life is yours.
No corp owns you. No flag defines you.
If someone tries to collar you with a contract, you tear their system down—@and then burn the contract for warmth.@

II. We Share or We Die
No one survives the void alone. We pool what we have—food, air, code, ammo.
If you’ve got plenty and someone’s got none, you give.
If you hoard while others starve, you’re no better than the bastards we’re fighting.

III. Speak Loud, Strike First
You see injustice? You don’t ask permission. You don’t wait for a vote.
You act. You crash their satellites. You jam their signals. You make damn sure they remember who lit the fire.

IV. No Gods. No Corps. Ever.
We don’t kneel to CEOs or to ghosts in the sky.
Anyone telling you to obey without question is already your enemy.
We answer to each other, not to thrones.

V. Everyone Counts
Dock rat, ex-merc, dome-born kid scraping rust off pipes—all equal.
You fight for the one next to you, or you don’t fight at all.

VI. Break the System, Not the Broken
Some of them—the ones stuck in corp uniforms, still clinging to rules—they’re not the enemy. They’re just scared.
We’re not here to kill the lost. We’re here to free them.
Hit the top. Crack the core. Leave no soul behind.

You want to wear our mark? You want to ride with us?
You follow these. No exceptions. No excuses.

We’re not here to survive the system.

We’re here to make sure it never rises again.