The Hobo Society, is a pirate brotherhood bound by loyalty and freedom. We thrive in Stanton’s shadows, raiding corporate convoys and aiding the forgotten. In the Verse, we’re legend: surviving, thriving, and vanishing like ghosts. We answer to no one.
The Origins of The Hobo Society
It all began with a handful of hardened drifters. Stanton’s rise as a corporate playground had left little room for the forgotten and the poor, many forced to fend for themselves amid the tightening grip of megacorps. Some found solace in anonymity; others, however, had fire in their hearts and little left to lose. These were the founders of The Hobo Society, drawn together by a shared disdain for the powers that controlled Stanton and a love for the thrill of space piracy.
The first members of The Hobo Society were former miners, outcasts, and a few disgruntled ex-security officers who had witnessed the dark underbelly of corporate rule firsthand. Their early raids were small, targeting merchant convoys on the fringes of Stanton’s system. What they lacked in firepower, they made up for with cunning, using guerrilla tactics and deep knowledge of the asteroid belts and nebulae to evade patrols and ambush unsuspecting prey.
Their makeshift fleet was a ragged mix of patched-up fighters and old freighters, held together with scrap and ingenuity. But they had something most mercenaries and corp-sponsored security forces didn’t: a burning desire to carve out their own existence in the ‘verse, free from any overseer.
The Rise to Notoriety
The turning point came in 2960, during the infamous Dead Man’s Drift, a daring heist that saw The Hobo Society capture a fully loaded cargo hauler carrying high-value data slates from ArcCorp to Terra. The heist was swift, surgical, and left the rest of Stanton buzzing. The Hobo Society had taken the system’s wealthy by surprise, and with that victory, their numbers grew.
By the end of the decade, The Hobo Society had expanded its operations. No longer merely a band of space drifters, they became known for high-stakes heists, daring ship-to-ship combat, and their willingness to take on contracts from syndicates needing jobs off the radar. Word spread that they were pirates, yes—but pirates with a curious sense of justice. They raided corporate haulers, avoided civilian transports when they could, and seemed to hold to a strange kind of honor. Their reputation earned them the allegiance of individuals who resonated with their cause—freedom from corporate overlords and a lifestyle that defied the rigidity of the UEE.
Life in the Present Day
Now, The Hobo Society remains one of the last remaining pirate groups with any semblance of loyalty among themselves and a following among Stanton’s lost souls. They have grown more skilled, their ships upgraded with salvaged parts and tech stolen from wealthy corp freighters. Their knowledge of Stanton’s lesser-known jump points and hidden stations has allowed them to evade corporate and UEE patrols time and again.
Despite their outlaw status, The Hobo Society is known to be surprisingly dependable if you have the right contacts—and the right price. They’ve provided safe passage for refugee ships, stolen medicine to deliver to planets on the brink of famine, and even protected convoys they deemed vital to keeping Stanton’s delicate balance in check. Their reputation as pirates is undercut by a strange respect even their enemies grudgingly admit to.
For the megacorps and the UEE, The Hobo Society remains a thorn in the side of Stanton’s corporate security network, as elusive as a wraith, leaving only traces of their presence in the wreckage of supply haulers and merchant convoys. Yet, for the downtrodden citizens of Stanton, they are the last hope for a life free from tyranny, a symbol of resistance against an empire that cares more for credits than people.
The Future Awaits
As they drift through the Verse, The Hobo Society is always ready for a new recruit with a taste for danger and a thirst for freedom. They have no home, no fixed base. Their motto echoes in the minds of all who meet them, a reminder of the path they have chosen: to survive, thrive, and disappear into the dark of space, leaving behind only legends and the fading glow of their ship engines.
The Society carries on, weaving new chapters into the lore of the ‘verse.
We are The Hobo Society, born of misfits, forged by hardship, and bound by freedom. We are pirates by trade, wanderers by nature, and rebels by heart. Our paths are carved not by laws or corporations, but by our code and our unbreakable will to survive, thrive, and vanish as we choose. We answer to no empire, bow to no corporate titan, and owe allegiance only to one another.
Freedom Above All
We exist to be free. Free from UEE tyranny, free from corporate greed. Every decision we make, every raid we launch, is in service to our own survival and sovereignty. We carve our path, unshackled by the rules of the Verse’s self-declared rulers.
Honor Among Outcasts
Our Society lives by an unspoken bond. We are loyal to those who prove themselves and honor those who fight by our side. We never betray our own, and we look out for the lost and the forgotten, striking only those who hoard while others starve.
Strength in Shadows
We are ghosts in the dark, appearing only when we choose. We live off the fringes, in the unclaimed, ungoverned corners of Stanton and beyond. The system fears us because it cannot find us, and when we strike, we leave no trace but a whisper and a fading flame.
Join the Legends
To those who seek a life free from control, who are willing to risk everything for a place among us—we offer you a chance to become part of something greater. We are The Hobo Society. We are more than pirates; we are legends in the making.
Codes of the Crew
The Society developed an unofficial motto: Survive, Thrive, Disappear. Those in The Hobo Society have their own code, one that forbids murder for pleasure and the targeting of innocents. They became known for redistributing some of their bounty among the poor and downtrodden, giving back to those Stanton’s powers had abandoned. Their ship, the Beggar’s Bane, became a symbol of that unique blend of ruthlessness and unexpected charity.
Survive – Never sacrifice a crew member for the sake of a haul.
Thrive – Take only from those who have more than they need; redistribute wealth when possible.
Disappear – Leave no trace; make them think twice before coming for you.
Their gatherings were always a sight to behold. In the heart of Stanton, deep in the unregistered landing zones and hangars of Grim HEX, members of The Hobo Society would gather in worn jumpsuits, sharing stories, laughing, and preparing for the next job. Each one wore a symbol: an insignia of a tattered cloak and a torch, a nod to their wandering spirit and their constant hunt for the next score.