OnlyTheFamily / OTFGBG

OnlyTheFamily didn’t rise from a government charter or corporate sponsorship—we rose from the streets. OTF was born in the underbelly of Stanton, where credits were hard to come by and trust was even harder.

We started as a ground unit—runners, muscle, and freelancers taking dirty contracts in Orison, Grim HEX, and the back alleys of Area18. We moved like ghosts, struck like thunder, and never left our own behind. Word spread fast: OTF don’t fold, OTF don’t forget.

As the rep grew, so did the crew. We pushed out to Pyro, worked salvage and hits in Nyx, and even ran tight contracts under the nose of the UEE. Whether it’s FPS combat, deep space ops, bounty runs, or heavy extractions—if it makes credits and sends a message, we’re with it.

We ain’t a gang. We ain’t a corp. We’re a family. Bound by loyalty, built through war, and fueled by hunger. In this galaxy full of fake smiles and backroom deals, OTF stands on one code: Trust who you fly with—never fold, never rat.

OnlyTheFamily. Fly with us, or get flown over.