Miss Fortune Co. / MISSFORTCO

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Miss Fortune Co. is a ragtag crew of mercs, miners, and shipwrights flying under a vintage pin-up banner. We take the jobs others won’t, patch ships with grit, and chase pay in all corners of the ‘verse. Rules if you want ‘em, respect if you earn it.

Still Unlucky, Still Standing!

History Manifesto Charter

History

Our Lady Miss Fortune

Born out of bad odds and worse decisions, Miss Fortune Co. was never meant to be a shining beacon of hope in the ‘verse. It started in the aftermath of the Save Stanton disaster—a mining op gone sideways, corporate abandonment, and a whole lot of folks left to rot in the dark.

But from that wreckage came grit. We survived. We didn’t crawl home; we rebuilt, rearmed, and repainted our hulls in bright crimson and with pin-up decals—because if we’re going to die, then we should do it looking good and giving hell.

From this group of unfortunate misfits, Miss Fortune Co. was born. Mercenaries, miners, salvagers, engineers, professionals, and outcasts alike, we’re bound by one rule: When misfortune smiles, you make your own damn luck.

Now, Miss Fortune sails the stars as a fiercely independent company. We don’t promise comfort. We don’t promise safety. What we do promise? Opportunity.

Manifesto

Welcome to the Miss Fortune Company — a tight-knit band of mercs, miners, and shipwrights who know that in the vast darkness of space, fortune favors the bold.

Whether you’re dragging ore out of an asteroids guts, hauling precious cargo through pirate-infested space, salvaging junk ships that no one else wants, or hunting down pirates with a grin on your face—if you’re riding with us, you’re not alone.

Join the Crew. Get Paid. Stay Alive. And make your own luck.

Charter

If you want rules, we have ‘em.
  • Don’t steal from your crew. Don’t lie to your squad. Handle your ship like you handle your drink: responsibly and without crashing it into the station.
If you want to keep your teeth, play nice.
  • If you start drama, we’ll eject you faster than a cargo crate in zero-G. And trust us — space is really big. You won’t find a better spot to avoid us.
If you want respect, earn it.
  • No one’s born a legend here. Treat your crew with like family. If you pull your weight, we’ve got your back when things go sideways—which they most likely will.
If you want pay, bring your skills.
  • Mining, merc work, repair jobs, escort contracts, smuggling (when the law looks away)—whatever it is, do it well and do it fast.

And if you want luck…
…well, Miss Fortune’s already winked at you.
Don’t waste it.