Brotherhood Of Eternal Sleep / BROES

Who’s asking? Seriously….there can be a dozen different versions told and the recanted in dives across the fringe. Never one to be out done I feel a lot of it is way to embellished but all start with the Ghost. Know to have been a free trader and even a friendly sort to all. Deal after deal he builds a mercantile emporium that spanned the fringe outposts like no other and gave those fat corporate conglomerates a good run on their monopolies. After a few cycles of lost profits the big boys got creative. Lured by a friend into a lucrative prospect the Ghost loses his Re-claimer and all mining rights in one fell swoop. Left for dead afloat in an icy belt of forgotten rock his gaze falls upon celestial wonder. It is then he sleeps…yet dreams…Dreams of blood and vengeance permeate his consciousness until the dream bleeds into reality and the Ghost wakes dazed coated in the bile of corporate monarchs with a smile of bliss across his face. On it went for many freight liners and cargo hulls belonging to the various Corps and free traders; the Ghost appearing from the haze to pluck the spoils from the luscious hulls and leave just a floating detritus for the scavengers. As more and more flock to the shadow to share the spoil and bleed the fat Corps of there most prized commodity the Ghost sleeps…ever dreaming…ever present in the haze between realities. Lurking for the kill.