We are an independent group of life forms formerly know as meat popsicle.
We are a privateer syndicate full of warm bodies and this guy named Bernie we found on the beach.
We operate under a per job pay scheme. 5 pilots = 5 way split against payouts from loot.
We live to grow our accounts.
The Generic 99 is the identity given to us by the Patrick of Probst. We used to live on a planet called Tutal Fuqin Dushbag. It was a war torn world ruled by an evil dictator known as Lord Twaxxis and his simpleton jester joe. Their treachery was only out weighed by an obsession for power. We the generic ninety nine fled planet Tutal Fuqin Dushbag in search of a new world in a new region of space where Twaxxis couldn’t follow.