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The Death Company are warriors driven mad by a cursed vision of ancient betrayal. Clad in black, they fight with feral rage, seeking only death in battle. Doomed yet deadly, they are unleashed where the fight is fiercest, a storm of vengeance with no mercy.

History Manifesto Charter

History

The Death Company would be remembered not merely as soldiers, but as a legend shrouded in darkness and awe. Centuries ago, during the early era of interstellar expansion, records tell of a secret genetic project conducted by a breakaway faction of the UEE’s military science division. This project sought to create the ultimate warrior, one who could overcome fear, fatigue, and even death itself. The result was a brotherhood of enhanced soldiers, but their perfection was flawed by a genetic curse: a psychological breakdown known as the Black Echo, a condition that caused them to relive the death of their original genetic progenitor in endless cycles of rage and grief.

These warriors, painted in jet-black armor marked with a crimson insignia, became known as the Death Company. They fought with unmatched ferocity during the Vanduul Incursions, boarding enemy ships and razing hostile strongholds in suicidal assaults that won critical victories at devastating costs. Entire fleets were saved because these doomed warriors were unleashed at the darkest hour, cutting through the enemy with a fury no human force could match.

Over time, their existence became a closely guarded secret. The UEE could not control them, nor could they cure the Black Echo. When the project was abandoned, the surviving Death Company disappeared into the void, taking with them their ships and the remnants of their order.

For centuries, sightings were whispered by traders and colonists on the fringe: black-armored warriors emerging from the shadows of space to intervene in desperate battles, only to vanish once victory was assured. To most, they were a myth—a ghost story told in the dim lights of space stations. To those who had seen them, they were a vision of death and salvation entwined.

In the chronicles of history, the Death Company stands as a paradox: cursed yet holy, forgotten yet immortalized in legend. Their legacy endures, a grim reminder that even in an age of corporations and starfleets, there exist warriors who fight not for profit or power, but for a cause that transcends time, fueled by rage, faith, and the echoes of a fallen angel from humanity’s distant past.

The Words of the Fallen Angel
Recited during the Rite of the Last Dawn, as recorded in the Chaplain’s Codex of Shadows.

“Brothers of my blood, hear me. The stars burn cold, and the void hungers for our lives. I have seen the end—seen the traitor’s blade pierce my heart, and in that moment, I saw the truth: Death is not the end. Death is the beginning. You carry my memory in your veins, my rage in your soul, and my sacrifice in every strike you deliver. When you fall, you fall as I fell: not in despair, but in defiance. Let the enemy know fear, for they face warriors who have already died. Let the void know our names, for we shall scream them into eternity as we burn. Brothers, the dawn rises for the last time. The light fades, and the shadow calls. Step into the fire with me, and together, we shall turn the night to ashes.”

These words, believed to be the final speech of the progenitor before his death, are meant to trigger the full fury of the Black Echo in each Death Company warrior. By the end of the invocation, they are no longer men—they are shadows of the angel’s wrath, ready to burn themselves out in a storm of destruction.

Manifesto

Recorded in the archives of forgotten wars, sealed within the black vaults of their drifting flagship.

I. The Curse We Bear
We are the forsaken sons of humanity, born of the gene-lab’s hubris and the martyr’s sacrifice. Within our blood burns the Black Echo, a torment that chains our minds to the death of our progenitor. Every heartbeat is a memory of his fall. Every breath is a scream of rage. We are damned, and in our damnation, we are free.

II. The Oath of the Black Cross
Our armor is not painted black for concealment. It is the color of mourning, the shroud of the dead. Upon it burns the red cross, the mark of sacrifice. We do not fight for the UEE, for credits, or for the fleeting empires of men. We fight for a cause older than stars: vengeance against the unworthy and honor to the fallen angel whose death we relive.

III. The Rite of the Last Dawn
Before battle, we stand in the shadow of our Chaplains, who speak the words of the Last Dawn. We do not seek victory. We do not seek survival. We seek only the moment when rage and faith converge, and our deaths burn so bright that the darkness trembles.

IV. The Doctrine of Eternal War
Where others see a galaxy of borders and politics, we see only the battlefield. To us, every pirate den, every Vanduul raider, every tyrant’s fortress is a throne for death. We strike where the hopeless falter, where the odds condemn lesser men. Our path is war unending, for only in war are we whole.

V. The Legacy of Shadows
We do not write our victories in history books, for history is written by the living. We are ghosts in the black, saviors and destroyers who vanish as quickly as we appear. Let the corporations fear us, let the empires curse us, let the civilians whisper our name with dread. We are not heroes. We are not villains.

We are the Death Company.
We are the scream in the void, the black wings of vengeance, the last light before eternal night.
Remember us not as men, but as the shadow of an angel’s wrath.

Charter

We, the warriors bound by the Black Echo, declare this Charter to define our purpose, our laws, and our eternal war. We are the Death Company, outcasts of mankind yet defenders of its soul. We do not seek dominion, only the chance to burn bright before the darkness claims us.

Article I – Identity and Purpose
  • The Death Company exists as a brotherhood of the cursed, sworn to perpetual war.
  • Our mission is to bring death to the enemies of humanity and to honor the memory of our fallen progenitor.
  • We reject allegiance to any empire, corporation, or temporal power, serving only the eternal cause of vengeance and redemption.
Article II – The Oath of the Black Cross
  • All who bear the Black Echo must wear the blackened armor and red cross, signifying mourning and sacrifice.
  • No warrior may renounce this mark; it is both a curse and a vow.
  • Those who attempt to abandon the oath shall be hunted and purged.
Article III – The Role of the Chaplains
  • The Chaplains are the spiritual anchors of the Death Company, guiding the cursed toward honorable death.
  • They alone may conduct the Rite of the Last Dawn before battle.
  • Their word is law within the Company, second only to the memory of the Fallen Angel.
Article IV – Conduct of War
  • The Death Company fights only battles where hope is lost and the cost of victory is death.
  • Every engagement is to be executed with overwhelming fury and unrelenting faith.
  • Retreat is forbidden; survival is accidental and not sought.
Article V – Recruitment and Transformation
  • Those who succumb to the Black Echo are immediately inducted into the Company.
  • Upon induction, all ties to former life are severed; family, rank, and name are cast aside.
  • A warrior’s final name is his death, remembered in the chants of the Chaplains.
Article VI – The Legacy of the Fallen
  • The names of the dead shall not be carved in monuments but spoken in battle cries.
  • Their armor shall be reclaimed, reforged, and passed on to the next brother to fall to the Echo.
  • Their deeds live on not in records, but in the destruction left in their wake.

This Charter is our law and our curse. It binds us to the path we cannot escape and sanctifies the rage that consumes us. In war, we find our only peace. In death, we find our only redemption.

Signed in blood and shadow,
By the Chaplains of the Death Company, in the Year of the Black Dawn.