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PULSAR Corp / PULSARCORP
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Freelancing -
Exploration
Welcome to PULSAR Corporation! Space is our home and the true final frontier. We welcome you to apply for your spot in the journeys ahead!
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History
PULSAR Corp: Born in Grit, Thriving in Chaos
PULSAR Corp didn’t just pop up overnight. It was forged from years of hard-earned scars—think ex-lawman’s grit clashing with a hunger for galactic mayhem. J. Reacher, once an Earth sheriff who’d seen the galaxy chew up the righteous and spit out the tame, ditched his badge in 2954. Teaming up with Dirraj, an old friend with a wild streak, they sparked something untamed in Stanton’s Aaron Halo belt. Mining quantanium was the first hustle—mostly legal, barely tame—but the real aim was bigger: leave a mark on the stars, no safety nets or sob stories allowed.
From Rocks to Wreckage
The early crew was scrappy—just a handful of nuts obsessed with ships that dwarfed their bank accounts. Massive hulls, gleaming and overpriced, were their weakness. Reacher and Dirraj started small, hauling ore, but the roster swelled with thrill-chasers who’d rather shoot than shovel. What began with asteroid dust turned into chaos: JumpTown Wars, where they held a chokehold on the drug lanes; gasping-weevil egg smuggling that flooded black markets until the UEE cracked down; and Rapel Rats were born here, with AulWrak being the G.O.A.T. of ratting for RMC. Dirraj bailed that year, selling his stake to Reacher for a quieter gig—his loss. The rest leaned in, chasing loot, lasers, and the kind of “oops” that left planets dented and battlegroups cursing their names.
No Tears, Just Points
This isn’t a feel-good club. PULSAR Corp lives by one rule: “We’re here for the points.” Points mean credits, adrenaline, or the rush of a ship—yours or theirs—going up in flames. Pirating’s standard; looting’s a pastime; ramming each other into asteroids is just Tuesday. But PULSAR Corp goes where the points are, so you’ll also find them in the shipping lanes, asteroid fields, and collecting those derelict ships (never said who killed them). Winning’s fine, but the real kick’s in the ride, bonds forged, and near-misses—not hugs. Need a pep talk? Wrong crew. They’ll shoot you mid-sentence, call it “lag,” and laugh. The galaxy’s a grinder, and PULSAR Corp thrives where the fragile get crushed.
A Fleet of Madness
Now a name that rattles the stars, PULSAR Corp’s fleet could make a tycoon weep—half scratched, half stolen, all earned. Every wreck’s a badge, every job a roll of the dice. One day it’s salvage, the next it’s scrapping with a “Cargo King” who learns his crown doesn’t mean squat. They’ve got history—like the ’56 Pyro raid, where they ambushed a rival convoy, only to limp home after a stray missile took out their own fuel rig. Plans? You don’t get them until you’ve proven you can take a hit. It’s a pack that’ll pull you from a firefight or shove you into one, depending on the vibe. Don’t expect a cuddle when the smoke clears.
The Legacy: Chaos Over Comfort
PULSAR Corp isn’t a corporation—it’s a rebellion against the mundane. Born from a lawman’s burnout and a crew’s lust for havoc, it’s a salute to the unhinged. They’ve got tales: the time they cut a deal with a Hurston smuggler, only to torch his stash when he shorted them—then spent the haul on a Carrack that crashed two weeks later. Newbies earn their stripes in the “Drift Test”—survive a blind drop into a warzone with no nav, and you’re in. Friendships here come with friendly fire, fueled by explosions and a fetish for rigs too pricey to fly straight. Can’t handle the rough—or a stray shot to the spine? Stay planetside. For the rest, it’s a relentless riot of crashes, cash, and cosmic anarchy.
Shoot first, laugh later.
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Manifesto
PULSAR Corp Manifesto: Ignite the Void, Shatter the Chains
We are PULSAR Corp—born of fire, forged in the wreckage, and baptized in the black heart of the galaxy. We reject the sterile order of empires, the suffocating grip of laws, and the hollow promises of planetside comfort. Our purpose is not to build or preserve but to burn, break, and blaze a trail through the stars that no one can erase.
Our Intentions: Points Over Order
We exist to score, to carve out profits and thrills from the raw edges of the galaxy. We’ll hijack the shipping lanes, plunder the asteroid fields, and strip derelict wrecks for parts and credits. Efficiency isn’t our concern—action is. We chase not peace but the adrenaline spike of lasers, the roar of engines, and the razor-thin edge of survival in high-stakes gambles. Every heist, every escape, every enemy ship dismantled is a triumph: PULSAR Corp doesn’t play by the rules—we profit in the void.
Our Motives: Loyalty Above All
We live for the crew—our unbreakable bond, forged in the heat of firefights and the cold of deep space. Loyalty to each other is our only creed, tempered by the scars of survival and the rush of shared battles. We don’t chase glory or legacy; we stand together through the next ambush, the next target, the next near-death scrape that proves we’re still breathing. Governments, corporations, and cartels can choke on their rules—we’ll fight their patrols, torch their plans, and leave their nav maps in ashes. If it tests our bond, it’s ours to conquer together.
Our Views: The Galaxy’s a Gauntlet, and We’re Unbreakable
The universe isn’t a cradle—it’s a grinder, and only the reckless survive. We see no borders, no sanctity, no sacred ground—just opportunities to strike, steal, and survive. The UEE’s laws are chains we’ve shattered; their patrols are prey we outmaneuver. We scorn the timid, the cautious, the ones who cling to planetside safety. PULSAR Corp is a pack of wolves in a herd of sheep, a fleet of madmen piloting ships too wild to tame. Friendships here come with a side of friendly fire, and trust is earned in the smoke of a strafing run—not in handshakes or treaties.
Our Oath: Shoot First, Laugh Last
We pledge allegiance to no flag, no crown, no system—just to the drive we create and the points we claim. New blood joins us through the recommendation of crew only and your place is only secure if the crew decides you’ve got what it takes. We’ll burn, rise, and strike again, leaving a wake of twisted metal, shattered dreams, and stories too wild to believe. The stars are ours to conquer, corrupt, and corrupt again. Join us, or get out of our way—PULSAR Corp doesn’t wait for permission.
For the Void, For the Rush, For the Riot—PULSAR Corp Forever.
Charter
PULSAR Corp Charter: Rules of the Void
We, the crew of PULSAR Corp, bind ourselves to these ironclad rules, forged in the fire of the galaxy’s edge. Break them, and you’re dust—loyalty demands it. Live by them, and we’ll ride the stars together, untamed and unbreakable.
Loyalty to the Crew Above All: Your pack is your life. Stand with your brothers and sisters in firefights, heists, and escapes, no questions asked. Betrayal means exile—or worse. Trust is earned in the smoke of a strafing run, not in words.
Thrills Before Rules: We chase the rush—the roar of engines, the crack of lasers, the edge of survival. UEE laws, corporate decrees, and alien codes mean nothing unless they serve our next score or save our hides. Bend, break, or burn the rules—but never the crew.
Profit and Plunder by Any Means: Strip derelict wrecks, hijack shipping lanes, and loot asteroid fields. Salvage the remains of battlefields, mine the minerals, whatever it takes, if it keeps the crew fed, armed, and flying. Leave no cargo unclaimed, no target unscathed.
Humanity First, Always: In the void’s brutal expanse, we stand with our own kind. No alien—be it trader, warrior, or diplomat—holds precedence over humanity. If the stars ignite with conflict, PULSAR Corp backs human blood, human steel, and human survival, no exceptions.
No Mercy, No Regrets: Shoot first, laugh later. Enemies—human or alien—get no quarter unless the crew votes otherwise. We don’t negotiate, apologize, or mourn; we strike, survive, and move on. The stars owe us nothing—we take what’s ours.
No Safe Space: This isn’t a haven for tears or hand-holding. PULSAR Corp doesn’t coddle, console, or cater to fragile egos. If you need a pep talk or a shoulder to cry on, stay planetside. Here, we bleed, fight, and laugh through the pain—toughen up or get out.
Keep the Legend Wild: Every job, every fight, every escape builds PULSAR Corp’s legend. Tell the tales, wear the scars, and leave a wake of twisted metal and shattered dreams. We’re not heroes, not rebels—just a pack that thrives where others die.
Swear to these rules, or stay planetside. PULSAR Corp doesn’t wait for the weak—humanity’s edge is ours to carve, alien or not.
For the Crew, For Humanity, For the Void.
