Pack Rats Industrial / PRAI

Welcome to Pack Rats Industrial – A Company That Just Won’t Die

Howdy there, stranger. If you’re readin’ this, it means you’re at least considerin’ throwin’ in with the finest bunch of half-broke, grease-stained lunatics this side of the asteroid belt. And, well, we need folks with a strong back and a stronger stomach, ‘cause this ain’t a fancy gig. This here is Pack Rats Industrial, and we don’t promise much ‘cept a fair cut, a bunk that don’t always leak, and a ship that probably won’t explode—today, anyway.

How’d We Get Here?

Well, it all started back when a few of us got sick of working for the big outfits—you know the ones, with their clean uniforms, fancy regulations, and the kind of safety protocols that cut into your payday. We didn’t have much—just a couple of derelict haulers, a half-busted refinery rig, and a dream that was mostly held together with duct tape and sheer stubbornness.
We weren’t picky. If it had metal in it, we’d mine it. If it floated dead in the black, we’d salvage it. If someone needed something moved and asked more questions than they ought to, we’d haul it—so long as the pay was good enough and the risk wasn’t too suicidal. And somehow, through sheer dumb luck and the occasional well-placed bribe, we stayed in business.

Where We At Now?

Same damn place, more or less. We got a few more ships, most of ‘em stitched together from whatever we could salvage. Every now and then, one of ‘em actually works like it’s supposed to. We got a scrapyard moonbase—don’t ask how we got it, long story—and an office that ain’t had a working front door in three years. The paperwork’s a mess, half our tools are one bad spark from catchin’ fire, and the last time we tried to upgrade our mining lasers, they nearly cut our own hull in half. But hell, we’re still flyin’.

What We’re Lookin’ For

We ain’t gonna lie to ya—this ain’t a job for the delicate. If you need security, if you want a retirement plan, if you think ”reliable equipment” is some kinda guarantee, you best look elsewhere. But if you don’t mind a little grease under your nails, if you like the sound of hull clanks over corporate chatter, and if you can handle the occasional emergency hull patch without cryin’ about it—well, you just might fit in around here.
No experience? No problem. We’ll teach ya. We all started green once, and we all learned the hard way that “manual overrides” usually mean “hit it with a wrench.” Just be ready to work, share the scraps, and never—never—ask how we got that one shipment of gold-plated space toilets.
So, whaddaya say? Ready to ride with Pack Rats Industrial? Sign on, strap in, and pray the reactor don’t hiccup while we’re burnin’ for the next job.