7 members
Nassau Actual / NSAU
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Piracy -
Smuggling
“Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.”
History
Our Story?
It’s written in stardust and scorched metal.
Etched into the wreckage left drifting in our wake.
From the fractured moons of Nyx,
To the iron walls of Castra,
And through the fire-choked veins of Pyro,
We’ve sailed the black where law dares not linger.
We’ve stared down death with a grin,
Shared drinks after close calls,
Buried friends, and burned enemies.
Each scar we carry tells a tale—
Not of defeat, but of defiance.
Ask the UEE, and they’ll call us outlaws.
Ask Stanton’s tin soldiers—they’ll curse our names.
To bounty hunters, we’re a mark.
To rivals, we’re a shadow on the horizon.
But here, in the dark,
In the hum of this half-dead station we call home—
We know who we are.
We are pirates.
We take what we need,
We live by no man’s rule,
And we answer only to the void.
Our story ain’t over.
Not while there’s fuel in the tank,
And fire in our hearts.
We’re still out there—
Writing the next chapter in blood, steel, and stars.
Manifesto
A Tale of Blood and the Void:
We ain’t from the Core.
No glass towers. No clean skies. No Earth-given mercy.
Out here, we’re hammered into shape under alien suns.
Hull plating cooks under fire, and so do we.
That’s how we’re made—scarred and scorched in the black.
They call us scum.
Outlaws.
Trash circling the drain.
But they don’t know a damn thing.
We’re pirates.
Not the storybook kind.
The kind that bleed on rusted decks and sleep beside reactors ready to blow.
The kind that spit in the face of extinction and keep flying.
We didn’t wait for a place to belong.
We stole it.
Cut it out of the dark with blade and bolt.
Welded it together with scrap and spite.
This station?
This floating pile of metal and grit?
It’s ours.
We built it from junk.
Held it through mutiny, plague, blockade, and worse.
We turned wreckage into something that lives.
That fights back.
Every scar on this hull, every grave in the airlock garden, every bastard we’ve burned to keep flying—
That’s the price.
That’s the proof.
You want safety?
Go back to your shining cities and silver spoons.
Out here, nothing’s safe.
Out here, you earn every breath.
We didn’t survive the void.
We bent it to our will.
We are pirates.
We are the curse that rides the stars.
And we don’t bow.
We burn.
Charter
HONOR THE CODE
- Take what you please but do not deprive your prey of everything, lest you deprive your crew of a future prize.
- A target who strikes their colors is protected from further harm by the Code, lest they attempt retaliation.
- Kill when necessary, lest you lose your crew’s trust in keeping them safe.
- Disregard honor in a fight towards your foes, lest it gets you killed for following another’s rules.
- Betray not your crew, lest you suffer their wrath.
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NO BLADE, NOR GUN, NOR CANNON SHALL BE DRAWN BETWEEN CREW
- Those found breaking the Code with intent shall be spaced, keelhauled, and exiled without mercy.
- Disputes between crew without fair reason shall be dispelled swiftly by their peers.
- Unchecked greed or ambition will be stamped out should it endanger the crew.
- ANY attempts of outright mutiny/challenge of authority during the taking of a prize is punishable by death and exile.
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“LE VANQUEUR RAFLE LA MISE!” – “TO THE VICTOR GO THE SPOILS!”
- Keep what you earn. Divide the reward shares fairly between your crew.
- Waste no opportunity given, trust no easy hunt, and dispel all notions of complacency when taking a prize.
- Live to plunder another day. A wasteful pirate is one ill fit to be called one if he cannot outwit his opposition.
