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Honorable Order of Space Explorers / HOSE
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We refine the facts to make the central truths unforgettable.
The drama is exquisite — and frankly, we insist upon it.
History
The Honorable Order of Space Explorers — founded sometime after the last incident and precisely before the next one
Forged in a rare alignment of poor judgement and exceptional wardrobe, the Honorable Order of Space Explorers (HOSE) was never so much established as it survived version 3.18. Barely. What began as a modest experiment in aesthetic adventurism has since evolved into a loosely regulated catastrophe known for its cartographic enthusiasm, theatrical logistics, and unapologetically well-dressed misadventure.
We are not a military. We are not a corporation.
We are a narrative experiment with completely appropriate delusions of grandeur — enacted by explorers, couriers, opportunists, and elegant survivors of inelegant circumstance, who believe every exit should be lit for drama.
Our chronicles include (but are never limited to):
- High-altitude handshakes and low-altitude consequences
- Cargo deliveries conducted under gunfire and questionable alias
- The flexible reinterpretation of “restricted access”
- Administrative offices entered through less-than-administrative means
We have slain the Apex Valakkar in irradiated ruin, recovered teeth and pearls from creatures best left undescribed, and flown capital ships with such impractical elegance that planetary security forces rethink their careers. We’ve hauled cargo through storms, breached vaults out of sheer narrative momentum, and made a habit of arriving to firefights dressed for opening night.
We do not measure our history in victories. We measure it in:
- Keycards retrieved from flaming consoles
- Hangars exited with flair (and often fire)
- Failures so poised they become official policy
In HOSE tradition, truth is never raw — it is aged, clarified, and occasionally set ablaze to enhance the mood lighting.
*“We refine the facts to make the central truths unforgettable.
The drama is exquisite — and frankly, we insist upon it.”*
Our charts may be approximate.
Our deaths, rarely dignified.
But our legends? Magnificent in the margins.
— Compiled, corrected, and tastefully falsified by Lord Naughtwell of the Outer Reaches,
Patron Saint of Salvageable Truths and Chief Archivist of the Almost Accurate
Manifesto
The Honorable Order of Space Explorers
We are explorers, yes — but not of charts alone. We chart absurdities, test the tensile strength of morality, and navigate toward whatever outcome sparkles most under dramatic lighting.
We do not seek conquest, nor profit, nor even victory (though we’ve accidentally achieved all three). We seek moments — the kind that unfold into story, spill into legend, and occasionally detonate without warning.
We do what is right, when possible.
We do what is fun — even when the servers, physics, and gravity object.
We do both, if the ensemble is dramatic enough.
We are not heroes. We are not villains.
We are chaotically well-intentioned persons of flair, armed with medpens, formalwear, fewer mags than prudent, and a grave misunderstanding of the odds. We take cargo where it’s needed, fire upon pirates when they deserve it, and always ensure that any rescue attempt is conducted with elevated, premium experiences, and slightly too much smoke.
We believe:
- In style over subtlety
- In camaraderie over conquest
- And in wearing the best coat in the room, even if the room is on fire
We are HOSE.
We do not always know where we’re going —
But we will look magnificent getting there.
Charter
Charter of the Honorable Order of Space Explorers
(Filed once, misplaced twice, and whispered henceforth)
We of HOSE do hereby accept the following general principles, not as mandates, but as polite expectations among friends, explorers, and delightfully unpredictable agents of style:
1. Be excellent to each other.
No shouting. No sneering. No performance reports. We are here to enjoy the ‘verse — and each other — not to win at anyone’s expense (unless they truly deserve it).
2. Fun is the mission. Style is the uniform.
We pursue enjoyment over efficiency, narrative over numbers, and whatever makes the best story, not the best scoreboard.
3. Help when you can. Fight when you must. Look fabulous always.
We lean toward good — gently, imperfectly — and occasionally detour into poetic vengeance, especially if someone shoots first, griefs often, or insults our jackets.
4. There is no chain of command.
There are only voices, ideas, and extremely persuasive hats. Act with kindness, speak with flair, and trust your companions to know when it’s their turn to lead (or set something on fire).
5. Take nothing too seriously. Not even this.
The game will break. Missions will fail. Elevators will kill. We will laugh, loot the mess, and write the letter afterwards.
This Charter is binding only in spirit, and even then, only when the spirit feels cooperative.
— Ratified by Lord Naughtwell of the Outer Reaches, Acting Chancellor of Circumstantial Morality and Keeper of the Unspoken Wink
