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Adeptes Retrdees / RETRD
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Bounty Hunting -
Freelancing
We just do bob activities round here, 4scu box op.
History
Tagline: “RETRD and proud—bounty hunters, mercs, and chaos agents who laugh at ourselves while stacking credits and bodies. Got a job? We’ll do it… or blow it up for fun.”
History
Back in 2948, a crew of misfits stumbled into a dive bar on ArcCorp, fresh off a botched job that left a Hurston exec screaming about a “missing” Starfarer and a crater where his warehouse used to be. Instead of scattering, they leaned into the chaos, forming Adeptes Retrdees—a name born from a typo on a forged docking pass and a middle finger to anyone who’d write them off. Their handle, RETRD, stands for Renegade Extraction Tactical Retrieval Division, but they’ll tell you it’s really about being “Really Excellent Trouble-Makers, Regularly Defying sanity.” More than that, it’s a badge of pride for a crew that owns their special needs with self-deprecating humor and a knack for turning screw-ups into legends.
From that smoky bar, the Retrdees built a rep as the ‘verse’s go-to for jobs too wild or weird for the straight-laced. Bounty hunting? They’ll chase a CrimeStat 5 fugitive across Pyro, deliver them with a sarcastic bow, and probably misplace their ship in the process. Merc work? They’ve stormed bunkers with cobbled-together gear, laughing through the gunfire. Need something “relocated”? They’ll haul it, but don’t be shocked if it arrives with a prank attached—like a cargo hold full of 4scu crates. Legal, illegal, or just plain stupid—if it pays and makes them chuckle, they’re game.
By 2955, the Retrdees had grown into a full-blown org, a magnet for pilots, gunners, and jokers who vibe with their “work hard, laugh harder” ethos. Their flagship, a beat-up Kraken dubbed “The Chuckle Nuts”, roams between Stanton and Pyro, loaded with misfits and enough firepower to make a Reclaimer jealous. They’re loosely tied to the Bounty Hunters Guild for juicy contracts but dip into Mercenary Guild gigs when they’re feeling extra rowdy. No job’s too big, no plan’s too dumb, and no punchline’s too bad.
Org Traits
Bounty Hunting with Swagger: From VLRT rookies to ERT Hammerhead fleets, the Retrdees hunt with flair. They aim for live captures to show off, but their “whoops, they fell into a turret” rate is suspiciously high.
Freelance Mayhem: Bunkers, boarding ops, or escorting sketchy VIPs through pirate turf—they’ll shoot it, punch it, or blow it up. FPS fights are their jam, especially when someone’s packing a ridiculous weapon for the lolz.
Whatever, Whenever: Mining, trading, or “borrowing” a Caterpillar for a joyride—the Retrdees do what feels fun. If it’s boring, they’re already quantum-jumping to the next bad idea.
Proudly RETRD: Their special needs fuels their humor. They roast themselves harder than anyone else, with Discord channels overflowing with memes about crashed Auroras and missed shots. Every mission ends with a laugh, even if it’s at their own expense.
A-Team Vibes
Inspired by ancient Terran vids about a crew of renegades, the Retrdees love a plan that barely holds together. Their fleet—Gladiuses with tacky decals, a Constellation covered in bumper stickers labeled “Plan B”—screams personality. They thrive on improvisation, turning disasters into barroom stories over cheap whiskey at Grim HEX. Their motto, “We love it when a plan comes together… or when it explodes in our faces,” is scrawled on every ship in glow-in-the-dark paint.
Legendary Exploits
The Lorville Caper: Smuggled a bounty out of Lorville in a crate marked “Broken Grav-Levs,” leaving the guards red-faced and the Retrdees cackling.
The BR2 Debacle: Hacked a Nine Tails bunker to blast railgun rounds instead of bullets, confusing the enemy for a clean sweep. The cleanup was a nightmare, but the memes were eternal.
The Idris Joyride: “Liberated” an Idris during an ERT bounty hunt, used it to ram a pirate Hammerhead, then left it for the UEE with a note saying, “Fixed your pirate problem. You’re welcome.”
Future Plans
The Retrdees dream of ruling Pyro’s wildest corners, maybe with a custom station packed with arcade machines and a bar serving “RETRD Special” cocktails (don’t ask what’s in them). Until then, they’ll keep hunting bounties, taking merc gigs, and cracking the worst jokes in the ‘verse, proving that the best crews are the ones crazy enough to laugh at themselves.
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Manifesto
We Are RETRD, and We Own It.
We’re the Adeptes Retrdees, a crew of misfits who laugh at our own screw-ups louder than anyone else. Our handle, RETRD, stands for Renegade Extraction Tactical Retrieval Division—or maybe just “Really Excellent Trouble-Makers, Regularly Defying sanity.” It’s a badge of our special needs crew, a wink at the ‘verse that says we’re here to have fun, break stuff, and get paid for it. Born from a botched job and a typo on a forged docking pass, we turned our chaos into a calling: if it’s a job worth doing, it’s worth doing with a bad plan and a worse punchline.
We Hunt, We Fight, We Laugh.
Bounties? We’ll track a CrimeStat 5 fugitive across Pyro and deliver them with a sarcastic quip. Merc gigs? We storm bunkers with cobbled-together gear, giggling through the gunfire. Trading, mining, or “borrowing” a ship for the lolz? If it sounds fun, we’re in. No job’s too wild, no plan’s too dumb. We’re the crew that turns disasters into barroom stories, flying Gladiuses with tacky decals and a Kraken called The Chuckle Bus that’s one bad idea away from exploding.
We’re Unpredictable, and That’s the Point.
The ‘verse is full of stiffs who follow rules. Not us. We take the jobs that make others flinch—because we’re crazy enough to try, and we’ve got the bad jokes to prove it. Our special needs? They’re our superpower, fueling the kind of unhinged creativity that rigs turrets to blast glitter or smuggles bounties in crates labeled “Broken Grav-Levs.” We roast ourselves first, because if you can’t laugh at your own crashed Aurora, what’s the point?
Hire Us, Fear Us, or Join Us.
Got a problem? We’ll fix it, probably with an explosion. Got a bounty? We’ll hunt it, maybe with a prank thrown in. Want to run with the ‘verse’s most chaotic crew? Bring a ship, a sense of humor, and a tolerance for terrible puns. We’re Adeptes Retrdees, and we love it when a plan comes together… or when it blows up spectacularly. RETRD forever.
Charter
Article 1: Who We Are
Adeptes Retrdees, handle RETRD, is a crew of bounty hunters, freelance mercs, and all-purpose chaos agents. Our name and handle are a self-deprecating nod to our special needs crew—we laugh at ourselves first, and we laugh loud. We take on bounties, merc gigs, and any job that sounds like a good time, from tracking fugitives to blowing up bunkers to “borrowing” ships for a joyride. Our base, The Chuckle Bus (a Kraken with questionable wiring), drifts between Stanton and Pyro, ready for whatever the ‘verse throws at us.
Article 2: Our Mission
Hunt bounties, from VLRT punks to ERT fleets, with maximum swagger and minimum planning.
Take freelance merc jobs—bunkers, escorts, or boarding ops—because shooting stuff is fun.
Do whatever we feel like, whether it’s mining, trading, or pulling pranks like rigging turrets to incapacitate the operator if they are lucky.
Keep the ‘verse laughing with self-deprecating humor, bad puns, and epic fails we turn into legends.
Article 3: Membership
Who Can Join: Anyone with a ship, a sense of humor, and a love for chaos. You don’t need to be good—you just need to be fun. Newbies, veterans, and everyone in between are welcome.
Expectations: Show up, have a laugh, and don’t take things too seriously. If you crash a ship, post the clip for the memes.
Vibe Check: Embrace the self-deprecating spirit. Got a special needs story or a terrible joke? Share it. We roast ourselves hardest.
No Drama: Leave egos and grudges at the airlock. If you’ve got beef, settle it with a duel or a bad pun contest.
Article 4: Operations
Bounty Hunting: We’re tied to the Bounty Hunters Guild for contracts but chase any target that pays or amuses us. Live captures are preferred for bragging rights, but “accidents” happen.
Merc Work: FPS ops, ship combat, or escort gigs—pick your poison. Bonus points for ridiculous tactics (big explosions encouraged).
Freelance Freedom: Want to mine? Trade? Steal a Caterpillar? Go for it, just make it entertaining.
Chain of Command: Plans are made by whoever’s got the loudest voice (or the worst idea) that day. Everyone gets a say, especially if it’s funny.
Comms: Expect 50% strategy, 50% memes. If you can’t handle a roast, you’re in the wrong org.
Article 5: Code of Conduct
Own the RETRD Life: Laugh at your fails, share the memes, and don’t take the ‘verse too seriously.
Respect the Crew: We’re a family of misfits. Support each other, whether it’s patching a hull or cracking a joke.
Keep It Fun: No job’s worth doing if it’s boring. If it’s not fun, quantum-jump away.
Stay Chill with CIG: Keep logos, banners, and posts clean to avoid trouble. Our handle’s our badge, so we back it with good vibes.
Article 6: Future Plans
We’re building a legend, one bad plan at a time. We aim to rule Pyro’s wildest corners, maybe with a station stocked with arcade machines and a bar serving “RETRD Special” cocktails (don’t ask). Until then, we’ll hunt, fight, and laugh, proving the ‘verse belongs to the crews crazy enough to giggle at their own explosions.
Signed: The Adeptes Retrdees—because we love it when a plan comes together… or goes down in flames.