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SBA MERC'S / SBAMERCS
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.:.Forged in the Ashes of Betrayal.:.
Led by the war-mind LUBU, the SBA rose from a thousand broken alliances, and dead governments. From the shadows of fallen regimes and burned outposts, a brotherhood was born—not to serve, but to conquer.
History
The Blood-Soaked Legacy of the SBA Mercs
Green and black are the colors of conquest, and blood is the ink with which they write their history.
Green and black reign supreme. Blood seals the pact. Fire writes the truth.
The SBA Mercs—when that name hits open comms, colonies evacuate, fleets vanish into hyperspace, and command towers go silent. The Sovereign Brotherhood Alliance wasn’t born. It was unleashed—a hellstorm of vengeance, greed, and survival.
They are not mercenaries. They are a galactic cleansing.
Forged in the Ashes of Betrayal
Led by the war-mind LUBU, the SBA rose from a thousand broken alliances, turned traitors, and dead governments. From the shadows of fallen regimes and burned outposts, a brotherhood was born—not to serve, but to conquer.
No rules. No borders. Just the black void, soaked in fire, blood, and conquest.
Fleet of Legends: The Fangs of the Brotherhood
The SBA fleet is a monstrous symphony of destruction:
Reclaimers – harvesting wrecks and enemies alike for resources and revenge.
Super Hornet Mk IIs – gun-brick brawlers that swarm and overwhelm.
Gladius – precision death. In and out before a radar ping.
Retaliators – carriers of orbital wrath, vaporizing cities in silence.
Hurricanes – twin-turret rage machines that tear through cruisers.
Centurions – artillery platforms that turn safe zones into graveyards.
Pioneers – building forward-operating bases on the bones of the fallen.
Syulens – sleek alien nightmares that disappear before the body drops.
The Scythe – Vanduul blood-tech, stolen and piloted by the ghostly ace known only as “Rift”—a myth, a curse, a death sentence.
And at the center of it all… The Kraken Privateer.
The Kraken: Sovereign Fortress of the Void
A floating empire. A dreadnought. A market of murder. The Kraken Privateer is the mobile capital of the SBA Mercs—part warship, part black-market citadel.
Docked in orbit above warzones, it deploys entire strike teams, launches rapid assaults, and houses smuggler lords, cyber-psychics, and death-dealers. It’s home, fortress, and execution chamber for the Brotherhood.
Its hangars spit out Gladius wings. Its bays arm Pioneers with ground dominion tech. Its decks host bloodsport recruitment trials.
Where the Kraken docks, civilization dies—and a new one begins, under green and black.
The War of Shadows: No Mercy, No Witnesses
Governments tried. Fleets came. And the SBA made examples of them all.
Syulens cut generals in their sleep.
Centurions melted battlefields into glass.
Reclaimers stripped fleet carcasses to feed the Kraken.
Super Hornets ran close-air support like reapers in formation.
And the Scythe? It hunted flagships. One by one.
In the War of Shadows, SBA didn’t just fight—they erased.
Legacy of the Damned: Blood-Bound Brotherhood
Now, the Sovereign Brotherhood Alliance controls routes, black markets, outlaw colonies, and corrupted trade hubs across entire sectors. Their fleet is ever-shifting, fueled by conquest, ritual, and raw greed.
Recruits don’t apply. They survive. They bleed in the trials held in the Kraken’s pit cages. If you make it out alive? You’re branded. Green. Black. Eternal.
Last Warning Before the Sky Burns
You see green flares, you run.
You hear the Kraken’s engines, it’s already over.
You see the Scythe’s silhouette? That’s not a warning. It’s a death mark.
This is the Sovereign Brotherhood Alliance.
This is the SBA Mercs.
Submit. Suffer. Or be silenced.
Manifesto
SBA MERCS: OUR CODE. OUR CREED. OUR INTENT.
We are the Sovereign Brotherhood Alliance—known across systems as the SBA Mercs.
We are not soldiers.
We are not citizens.
We are not slaves to any flag or crown.
We are outlaws by choice, mercenaries by trade, and conquerors by blood.
Our Intentions
To carve our name into the bones of the galaxy.
To take what we want, when we want, by any means necessary.
To build a war machine so ruthless, even the void itself fears our name.
We don’t wait for permission.
We don’t ask for peace.
We seize, smuggle, raid, and reign.
Our Motives
Freedom, earned through fire.
Power, taken—not given.
Brotherhood, bound in blood and war.
Legacy, written in wreckage.
We fight for those who have nothing left to lose.
We rise for those who’ve been cast aside.
And we destroy anything that stands between us and our vision.
Our Views
The galaxy is a broken empire held together by lies.
Governments, corporations, and syndicates all bleed the same when we’re done with them.
There are no rules in the black—only strength, loyalty, and strategy.
We honor the green and black.
We serve no throne.
And we answer only to LUBU and the SBA Brotherhood.
“If you’re tired of being hunted… if you’re done playing by their rules…
Then you’re one of us already. Welcome to the fight.”
— LUBU, Commander of the SBA Mercs
Charter
SBA MERCS: LAWS OF THE BROTHERHOOD
Though we answer to no government, no syndicate, and no law—we do answer to the Brotherhood. These are the rules carved in iron and blood that every SBA Merc lives and dies by.
Break them, and you won’t face exile.
You’ll face execution.
1. LOYALTY IS LAW.
Your allegiance is to SBA and SBA only. Treason is met with swift and final judgment.
2. NEVER BETRAY A BROTHER.
Mercs fight for each other. Betrayal of a fellow Merc is betrayal of the entire Alliance.
3. ALWAYS FINISH THE CONTRACT.
Once we accept a mission, it gets done—no exceptions, no excuses, no failures.
4. NO MERCY TO ENEMIES.
Hesitation gets you killed. SBA shows no mercy to enemies, rats, or turncoats. End them, or we’ll end you.
5. RESPECT THE RANK.
From raw recruit to elite strike captain—respect the chain of command. Disrespect gets you dropped.
6. NEVER LEAVE A MERC BEHIND.
Dead or alive, we bring our own back. No one rots in a cell or drifts in space alone.
7. GREEN & BLACK ABOVE ALL.
Wear our colors with pride. The green and black is sacred—don’t dishonor it.
8. EARN YOUR PLACE IN BLOOD.
Every Merc earns their stripes in fire. No handouts. No favorites. Only survival, skill, and sacrifice.
9. KEEP OUR SECRETS.
Our operations stay in the dark. Leaking intel to outsiders is a death sentence.
10. FIGHT TO ASCEND.
Power is taken, not given. You want command? Prove yourself in the field—ruthlessly.
“We’re not a gang. We’re not a club. We’re a f***ing army built from outlaws, warriors, and gods of war. Follow the rules, or die forgotten.”
— LUBU, Supreme Commander of the SBA MERCS
