Shogunate / SHOG

We were all familiar faces throughout the verse, doing what we could to survive. We took pride in our work and earned reputations for everything we put into it. From combat pilots, ground troops, mercenaries, medical staff, miners, haulers, hackers, and everything besides and in between, we forged our own paths.

A shared connection here, a partnership there, webs began to form between us, as we began to find our people amongst the countless options out there amongst the stars. Terminology, customs, and stronger bonds formed as time passed and whispers turned to talk out in the open about what we have become; some of the best damn mercenaries out there. So of course we got more organized.

Helping a medical Org procure resources for the research they need one day, providing key info to pirates for a hefty cost while escorting them right to their unsuspecting targets the next day, and finishing the week with groups practically fighting over themselves to see who can get the highest bid for our help in a fleet battle. We are truly morally gray when it comes to who we accept jobs from, and it has allowed us to have our eyes and ears where people will least expect them.

Connected by respect and honor for all those in the Org, we want nothing more but to let the verse’s Orgs, big and small, find their place in the verse, plant their flags, and chase their glory; as long as we are getting paid to help them do so at multiple steps along their path.