SPACE HOWLERS [SPACEHOWLS] - Organizations

Forged in starlight, bound by the howl. Space is home, and the pack is family.

History

History of the Space Howlers
Founded: 2948 – Daymar, Stanton System

“Forged in starlight, bound by the howl. Space is home, and the pack is family.”
— Den Proverb

In late 2948, beneath the fractured sky of Daymar, a loose band of pilots gathered at Wolf Point Aid Shelter.
They were traders, ex-mil, smugglers, and loners — drawn together not by orders, but by instinct.

The stars above them were endless, cold, and uncaring. But around the campfire, something sparked.
Over shared stories and rehydrated coffee, they made a choice:

No empires. No chains.
Just the freedom to move — and someone to move with.

They called themselves the Space Howlers.
Not a fleet. Not a syndicate. A pack.

Pooling credits, grit, and favors, they salvaged a battered Drake Kraken.
It was mismatched, barely spaceworthy — and perfect.

The Den.

A drifting stronghold. A bar with a warp drive. A place to return to when the job was done.

From The Den, they ran trade convoys, delivered aid, mapped jump points, and made allies in the gray corners of the ‘verse.

They didn’t seek fame. They earned respect.
No propaganda. Just word of mouth.

To some, they were legends. To others, a lifeline.
And to each other — home.

The howl still echoes. And the pack still flies.

Manifesto

Manifesto of the Space Howlers

We are the ones who don’t fit into empires, syndicates, or military chains.
We’re traders. Freelancers. Friends. A pack.

Space Howlers isn’t about chasing UEC records or enforcing ranks. It’s about building something real — a crew that knows your name, a ship you can return to, and a voice that answers when you call.

We fly casual. We trade smart. We make jokes in local.
And when one of us is in trouble — we bring the full weight of the pack.

At the center of it all is The Den — a Drake Kraken we call home.
It’s where we hang out, plan our next run, or just chill and talk nonsense after a long haul. It’s not fancy. But it’s ours.

We’re not here to dominate the ‘verse. We’re here to live in it — together.
No pressure, no drama. Just good people, good times, and the kind of loyalty that means something.

We don’t hand out invites to just anyone.
You join because someone knows you belong here.
Because someone heard your howl.

This is the pack.
Welcome to the Den.

Charter

Charter of the Space Howlers

As members of the pack, we uphold the following principles:

Respect the Pack.
Treat fellow members with respect, patience, and decency. We’re here to relax and enjoy the ‘verse — not to deal with drama, harassment, or hostility.
Fly Together, Stand Together.
Help when you can. Back each other up. Nobody gets left behind when the howl goes out.
The Den is Sacred.
Whether it’s voice chat or our flagship Kraken, it’s a shared space. Keep it chill, welcoming, and safe for everyone.
Earn Trust, Give Trust.
We’re an invite-only org. That means someone vouched for you — so pass it forward. Build connections, not cliques.
Play How You Want, But Play Fair.
No griefing, cheating, or exploiting. What you do in-game is your business — until it messes with the pack’s name.
Keep Real Life First.
We’re casual. No attendance sheets, no mandatory ops. Come and go as life allows — we’ll be here.
Represent the Howlers with Pride.
Whether you’re hauling scrap or cracking jokes about what Port Olisar used to be, your actions reflect on the whole pack. Fly smart, fly proud.

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Breaking these rules may result in a warning or removal.
But we’d rather never go there.
We’re here to enjoy the stars — as a family, not a faction.

Forged in starlight. Bound by the howl.

SPACE HOWLERS / SPACEHOWLS