Descendants of Gadreel / DOGSQ

The origin of DOG Squad is obscured by legend and heretical rumor. Some say they were formed from the remnants of shattered military battalions, hardened by betrayal and left to the whims of fate. Others whisper of a darker genesis—warriors who embraced exile to cast off the shackles of obedience and carve their own destiny.

What is known is this: their loyalty is given only to the squad, and no master, law, or deity holds dominion over them. The DOG Squad operates as mercenaries, unchained from the yoke of galactic law, dealing death and destruction to those they deem worthy or profitable enough. Their contracts often lead them to consort with criminal powers, warlords, and despots, but woe be to any who mistake them for mere sellswords. DOG Squad chooses its path, and those who attempt to leash them find only ruin.

Yet despite their lawlessness, DOG Squad is not without honor—of a dark and rigid sort. They demand strength, discipline, and unwavering loyalty from all who wear their colors, and their wrath is swift for those who falter.

The tale of the Descendants of Gadreel is one steeped in blood, betrayal, and vengeance—a unit forged from the wreckage of an impossible mission, their name whispered across the galaxy with fear and reverence. They are not a force born of allegiance to any government or ideal, but rather a collective of survivors who rose from the ashes of betrayal. It is a story of those left behind, abandoned by their commanders, who emerged not as mere soldiers but as something far darker and far deadlier—the true embodiment of vengeance.

Many years ago, the Descendants of Gadreel were but an elite military unit of the UEE Navy, trusted with high-stakes operations at the edge of the Empire’s reach. Their mission, simple on the surface, was designed to strike a decisive blow against a rising criminal syndicate threatening the Empire’s borders. But as they moved toward their objective, something was amiss. The intelligence they had been given was incomplete, riddled with omissions that hid the true scale of the force they would face. What should have been a routine engagement turned into a massacre—a tragedy orchestrated by those in power who had failed to deliver the full truth.

As the unit was decimated, caught in a trap of overwhelming firepower, the UEE High Command—ever eager to protect their own reputations—declared all soldiers “KIA” and abandoned them to their fate. The command’s treachery was deliberate, withholding vital information and dooming its own men and women to slaughter.

Yet, from this brutal defeat, the First Descendant emerged. They were not merely a survivor, but something far more. Buried beneath the bodies of fallen comrades and surrounded by the wreckage of a battlefield that no one should have walked away from, the First Descendant rose, bloodied and broken, but undeterred. They swore vengeance upon those who had sent them to die, and so, they began their grim and bloody path.

They boarded an enemy dropship, killed its crew, and took control. The records are scarce—the UEE’s official account says little more than “one soldier deployed from a drop pod, location unknown.” But the truth is far darker. The First Descendant piloted the stolen dropship, crashing it into the enemy stronghold, slaughtering all within, and destroying vital assets with surgical precision. The UEE’s plans had been destroyed, but the First Descendant’s mission was not yet complete.

It was in that moment, with the dropship now in ruins, that the true betrayal came to light. The evac was a lie, a cruel joke. The extraction force had not come to save them, but to eliminate the lone survivor, ensuring that no witness would live to tell of the operation’s failure. A kill team was dispatched, but the First Descendant was not so easily disposed of. They fought back with unmatched fury, cutting down the UEE agents sent to kill them. The First Descendant, once abandoned and betrayed, had become an instrument of wrath.

And so, from the rubble of that failed mission, DOG Squad was born. They were no longer soldiers of the UEE, nor were they mercenaries bound by credits. They had been cast aside, forgotten by those they had served, and in their place stood a new force—ruthless, relentless, and without allegiance. Sine Lege, Sine Deo—without law, without god—became their creed, a reflection of their existence beyond the reach of any authority, from the corrupt leaders of the UEE to the criminal syndicates that spread like a plague across the galaxy.

Now, the Descendants of Gadreel operate as a shadow force, striking when least expected and leaving nothing but devastation in their wake. They are no longer beholden to any government or empire, and no one dares to cross them. When DOG Squad engages, the results are swift and brutal—a storm of violence, precision, and calculated cruelty. The elite soldiers of the squad are known for their speed, their ability to strike anywhere, whether on the ground, in the air, or in the cold depths of space. The descendants have come to define their own path, and to those who seek to oppose them, there is no mercy.

The truth of their origins remains a tale whispered in dark corners, a reminder of the price of betrayal. The First Descendant did not walk away from the battle alone—through their bloodshed, they found others who had been forsaken, warriors who had known the same agony, the same abandonment. And together, they swore to ensure that no one would ever forget the lesson they had learned: To cross the Descendants is to invite ruin, for their wrath is boundless, and their vengeance unending.

The Descendants of Gadreel, often referred to simply as DOG Squad, trace their origins to a mission that should never have been attempted. It began as an operation for the United Empire of Earth (UEE), a task that was deemed critical to the war effort. A mission intended to bring about swift victory over a growing insurgency—an enemy that was underestimated, an adversary far more formidable than command had initially understood. The full extent of their strength was hidden from the very unit tasked to engage them, and as such, the DOG Squad was deployed ill-prepared, their resources insufficient, and their enemy underestimated.

The betrayal was not one of malice, but of ignorance. Command withheld critical intelligence, either through incompetence or deliberate obfuscation, and sent the DOG Squad into an unwinnable situation. The squad was doomed from the start. As they descended into the hellscape of a warzone they were never meant to survive, countless soldiers lost their lives—brothers-in-arms who had trusted their leaders, only to be sacrificed like pawns. The battle was an unmitigated disaster, the bodies of the DOG Squad strewn across the shattered landscape, their souls claimed by the crushing weight of their own futile resistance.

All were presumed dead. All.

But from the ruins, from the very ashes of defeat, one emerged.

The First Descendant—the first to rise, the first to see the terrible truth of what had been done, and the first to exact vengeance.
As the battlefield burned, the First Descendant rose above the bodies of fallen comrades and enemies alike. Alone and betrayed, they took it upon themselves to complete the mission. The First Descendant, in a desperate act of determination, boarded an enemy dropship undetected, slaughtered its crew, and hijacked the vessel. The UEE command had assumed that DOG Squad was lost, that their deaths had been in vain. But they were wrong. One remained.

The First Descendant struck deep, ruthlessly efficient in their goal. They turned the enemy’s weapons against them, targeting key installations, and annihilating their targets with brutal precision. There was no mercy, no quarter—only a singular focus on vengeance. They fulfilled the mission, the one that was deemed impossible, and left the enemy broken in the aftermath.

In the final moments of that mission, after achieving what should have been an impossible victory, the First Descendant realized the full weight of their abandonment. The dropship that was meant to extract them arrived—but not to pick up the lone survivor. No, instead it deployed a kill team—a ruthless squad of operatives tasked with neutralizing the “failure” that had survived. The team was made to destroy the supposed sole survivor, but instead, it was the First Descendant who became the destroyer. In a savage counterattack, the First Descendant tore through the kill team, proving that they were no longer the same soldier that had been abandoned on that fateful day.

And so, the legend was born. The First Descendant exacted their revenge, dismantling those responsible for the betrayal. It is whispered among the remaining ranks of the DOG Squad that the First Descendant found others among the ruins of the battle—fellow survivors, lost souls who had been discarded and forgotten. These outcasts, these forsaken warriors, came together under the banner of the Descendants of Gadreel, united by their shared rage, their common pain, and their unwavering resolve.

The DOG Squad, forged from the embers of betrayal and destruction, became something greater than any individual—something relentless, something unstoppable.

As the Descendants of Gadreel emerged from the shadows, they began to carve a reputation across the galaxy. They became known for their brutal efficiency and their absolute disregard for the rules of the Empire. As mercenaries, they took on jobs from the highest bidder, including criminal organizations and rogue factions. Their ruthlessness in battle was legendary, as was their utter indifference to galactic law. DOG Squad had no allegiances beyond themselves, and their loyalty to one another was their only constant. They were a weapon, a force that acted with brutal precision to dismantle whatever they were pointed at, leaving only destruction in their wake.
Their reputation was not earned through political maneuvering or noble pursuits. No, their reputation was born from bloodshed, from their willingness to sacrifice everything for the sake of their survival and their mission. They struck fear into their enemies and awe into those who might dare cross them. They were the shadows in the galaxy, the unspoken terror that lurked in the deepest corners of space, and no one ever forgot the DOG Squad once they had encountered them.

As time passed, the Descendants of Gadreel became more than a squad—they became a symbol. To those who fought with them, they were legends, the harbingers of death who came when all hope was lost. To those who stood against them, they were nightmares, the living embodiment of the reckoning that awaited the unworthy. The DOG Squad became a myth—a myth wrapped in iron and rage, a myth that no one dared challenge without first understanding the cost of failure.

Now, their legend endures, their deeds woven into the very fabric of history. But one truth remains above all else: The DOG Squad does not forgive. They do not forget. And they do not relent. The galaxy may burn around them, but as long as they stand, they will continue their unending crusade for vengeance, their eyes fixed on the horizon where enemies, past and present, will feel the full weight of their wrath.
For in the end, the Descendants of Gadreel are more than just a unit—they are an unstoppable force. They are the reckoning. The UEE may try to erase them from history, but their name lingers in the shadows. The Descendants of Gadreel are now something far greater than a mere unit—they are a symbol, a force of nature that will stop at nothing to exact their vengeance. No law, no god, no command can stop them now. They are the embodiment of revenge, and their legacy is just beginning.