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Eisenwölfe / IRN
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We were forged in iron, tempered by void, and loosed upon the stars as wolves without chains.
History
No one remembers what system we started in. Could’ve been a fringe colony lost to time, or a scrapyard moon that chewed up better crews than ours. What we do remember is the grind of molten iron under our boots, and the way the void taught us patience. We weren’t built for glory — we were built to endure.
Originally a handful of independent operators, mercs, salvagers, and ex-navy ghosts, we crossed paths chasing the same wreck — a shattered freighter bleeding data and secrets. We didn’t shoot each other. We sat in silence, cracked open ration packs, and traded lies under the stars. That night, something clicked: less a crew, more a pact.
They say we took our name from a fragment carved into a fractured hull:
“Forged in iron, tempered by void, loosed upon the stars as wolves without chains.”
We’ve worn it ever since. Not as a banner, but as a warning.
Over time, we became known for flying quiet and hitting hard. We don’t take the loud jobs. We take the ones no one wants — ghost recoveries, shattered relays, black box pulls from orbiters still smoldering. Our ships are patched, our gear eclectic, but our timing? Flawless.
Out here, in the silence between comm bursts, we’re not heroes or outlaws. We’re the thing that shows up when the plan falls apart — salvagers, tacticians, survivors with teeth. And if the job goes sideways? We don’t retreat. We reorient.
No ranks. No leash. Just purpose.
Manifesto
We are not a corporation. We are not an org built for glory, for titles, or for polished recruitment vids with booming voiceovers and sunset flybys.
We’re the crew that shows up after the light fades, when the distress beacon’s on loop and the hull’s bleeding atmosphere. We fly for the work, the wrecks, and the silence between gunshots.
We came together not by trust, but by necessity. We earned trust through action, through split takes and shared scars. We don’t fly in formation for show. We do it because we’ve learned how thin the line is between backup and body count.
We don’t salute. We nod. We don’t do speeches. We run diagnostics.
We hold no delusions of immortality. Every jump could be the one. But we jump anyway.
We salvage not for scrap but for stories. For the proof that someone made a mark, and we were sharp enough to read it before the void swallowed it whole.
We are Wolves Without Chains.
No leash. No broadcast. No apologies.
If we show up, it’s already too late for someone.
If we leave… there’s probably something worth knowing in the wreck.
Charter
Article I – Purpose
We are an independent collective operating without allegiance, license, or leash.
Our intent: to salvage, to survive, and to leave no trace except the wreckage of our efficiency.
Article II – Principles
- Autonomy: Every member flies free. We take contracts, not orders.
- Loyalty: Trust is earned, not assumed. But once earned, it’s fire-forged.
- Silence: No leaks. No peacocking. What we do is our business — and nobody else’s.
- Precision: We move with purpose. We don’t waste time, ammo, or words.
- Respect the Void: Fly smart. Fly silent. Let the black remind you who’s in charge.
Article III – Roles & Crew Structure
We don’t do ranks. We do roles:
- Reclaimer: Runs ops. Makes the call. Gets the cut first.
- Torch: Breaks open the job. Breaches, scans, secures.
- Latch: Hauls, patches, repurposes. Gets dirty, gets results.
- Shroud: Eyes out. Comms quiet. If someone’s watching, they won’t be for long.
Article IV – Salvage Rights
First boots on metal, first rights to claim. Anything recovered is split per contract, unless otherwise agreed in mission brief. Double-crossers get recycled.
Article V – Interference Protocol
Unwanted attention will be met with:
- Step 1: Silence
- Step 2: Shadow
- Step 3: Scuttle or Strike, depending on mood, margin, and message.
Article VI – Dissolution Clause
If ever this crew forgets why it started — if it trades silence for noise, or precision for ego — let the charter burn, and may the stars scatter us clean.
Ratified: Not in ink, but in scars, scars, and signal drift.
Signatories: Every one of us who’s walked off a wreck with less than we started and more than we expected.