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Servants of the Flame / REAPERSBNS
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Infiltration
The Reaper’s Bones Syndicate is the unrelenting inferno blazing through the void of Star Citizen’s cosmos. We are the Servants of the Flame, a brotherhood of star-scarred reapers who bow to no authority but the eternal ember. Born from the ashes of a galaxy too timid to burn, we come for your booty!
History
In the smoldering dawn of the 29th century, amidst the cosmic crucible of a dying star, the Reaper’s Bones Syndicate was born in a blaze of defiance. Forged by the Void Pyrearchs, a cabal of rogue pilots and star-scarred renegades, our syndicate rose from the ashes of a galaxy too tame, too tethered to the chains of order. Where others saw only void, we saw a canvas for our inferno.
Our first conquest was the Nebula of Sable Wrath, where we scorched the fleets of the overproud UEE lapdogs. They clutched their cargo holds, begging to keep their chests, but we didn’t want their chests—just their booty, the glittering spoils of their arrogance. That raid lit the beacon of our legend, and the stars whispered our name.
From the Sootborn Cosmic Scourge to the Obsidian Void Flame Lord, our ranks swelled with those who craved the flame’s embrace. Our Stellar Flameweavers charted paths through pulsar storms, while Cosmic Cinderheralds lured the bold from every corner of the verse. Nebula Torchbearers wove tales of our triumphs, ensuring the galaxy knew the Reaper’s Bones as both scourge and salvation.
We clashed with pirate lords in the Emberfall Expanse, reduced corpo freighters to cinders in the Pyre Drift, and carved our sigil into the hulls of vanquished foes. Each victory fanned our flames higher, each defeat only tempered our resolve. Now, in 2945, we stand as the unyielding pyre of the cosmos, our history a tapestry of fire and conquest, forever burning toward the next horizon.
Manifesto
In the boundless void of the cosmos, where stars burn fierce and fates are forged in fire, we, the Reaper’s Bones, rise as sovereigns of the stellar inferno. Our creed is etched in the ashes of fallen foes and the embers of forgotten worlds. We are no mere scavengers of the black—we are the cosmic pyre, the unrelenting flame that consumes the weak and illuminates the bold.
We sail the nebula’s edge, where the timid clutch their chests and cower. But we don’t want your chests, just your booty—the spoils of your hubris, the treasures of your folly. Surrender them to the flame, or watch your legacy reduced to cosmic soot.
Our Void Pyrearchs lead with hearts ablaze, our Stellar Flameweavers command the tides of battle, and our Cosmic Cinderheralds summon the fearless to our cause. The Nebula Torchbearers proclaim our glory, ensuring the galaxy trembles at our name. From the Sootborn Cosmic Scourge to the Obsidian Void Flame Lord, every Reaper is bound by fire, tempered by chaos, and driven by the hunger for dominion.
We are the scourge of the stars, the keepers of the eternal ember. Oppose us, and your fleets will burn. Join us, and ascend in the crucible of the Reaper’s Bones. For in this syndicate, we do not merely survive the void—we set it aflame.
Charter
We, the Servants of the Flame, are the unrelenting inferno of the cosmos, bound by fire and forged in the void. To bear the sigil of the Reaper’s Bones is to swear allegiance to the eternal ember. The following decrees, scorched into the annals of our syndicate, shall govern all who sail beneath our blazing banner:
Uphold the Flame’s Dominion: Every action must stoke the syndicate’s glory. Plunder the stars, seize the spoils, and let the galaxy quake at our name. We don’t want their chests—just their booty, the riches of their hubris, to fuel our pyre.
Honor the Hierarchy of Ashes: From Sootborn Cosmic Scourge to Obsidian Void Flame Lord, respect the chain of command. The Void Pyrearch’s word is law, the Stellar Flameweaver’s strategy is sacred, and the Cosmic Cinderherald’s call is your summons.
Burn Bright, Never Fade: Cowardice is treason. Face every foe, storm, or void with a heart ablaze. Retreat only to regroup, and never abandon a fellow Reaper to the cold of the cosmos.
Spread the Inferno’s Truth: Aid the Nebula Torchbearers in proclaiming our legend. Let no star system remain ignorant of our might, and let every tale of our conquests ignite fear or fealty in all who hear it.
Guard the Ember’s Secrets: Our plans, our caches, our routes through the nebula’s heart—these are sacred to the flame. Betrayal invites annihilation, your name erased in a blaze of disgrace.
Temper the Fire with Kinship: Within our ranks, we are bound by the heat of brotherhood. Share the spoils, shield your comrades, and let no spark of discord dim our unity.
These tenets are the crucible of our cause. Abide, and ascend through the ranks to wield the cosmos’ fury. Falter, and be consumed by the very flames you swore to serve.
