S.P.A.C.E.
Special Postal and Cargo Enterprise, a corporation built on trusted men and women bringing humanity and her allies a better brighter future. S.P.A.C.E. brings to bear a fleet of transport ships and armed vessels with the sole focus of improving the economy one crate at a time.
Once upon a blue off-white moon, deep within the depths of one of the galaxy’s least notable stellar taverns, sat drunkenly the rustled rowdy ragtag round-up rambunctious rabble. Through inebriated slurs and many a hoot and holler, S.P.A.C.E. was formed. It’s composition, men and women, Haulers, miners, pirates, mercenaries, terrorists, cultists; putting aside the extremes or lack there-of a purpose in their individual struggles, they pledged a cooperation. Their bottles clinked and shattered, a toast and promise to make their mark on the galaxy through… whatever means feels good at the time.
Be it delivering puppies for a client or fuel to the UEE; not even fending off pirates and mercenaries is off the table.
We’ve got your back!
Command – Big Space
(individuals are referred to as Big Spacers)
A team of tactical individuals organizing the entire org and her fleets, but usually used to refer to the fleet flagship.
Transport, Cargo, mining – The Freeport Fleet “The FF”
Cargo and mining in all their many varieties. Fueling and repairing ships, transporting ammunition and resources, molesting space boulders, these men and women are the backbone of our entire operation. They haul our cargo, be that RPGs for a budding rebellion on a war-torn world, to containers of water for a drought stricken planet. They drill, refine, mangle and man-handle the many space rocks, ores, SPACE requires to fuel its profits and future operations. Without the Freeport Fleet, our organization would not function.
Assault Squadron – Kraken Guard
Leveling their sights on the enemies of S.P.A.C.E. her many assets and future friends, this squadron is a collection of the deadliest pilots our organization has to offer. Defensive, support, assault, they cover all avenues of combat. Drenched in blood and hardened for battle, these aces are the only thing between us and them.
Ground/boarding Team – D.R.O.P. Squad
(Direct Retrieval and Operations Pacifiers)
Men and women whom would rather have their boots on the ground or magnetically locked to a space vessel in the vacuum of space, than at the controls of a ship. They are often seen manning turrets and patrolling larger vessels when not participating in active operations. Armored, agile, precise and organized, these militants are armed to the teeth and rely upon their dropship pilot to deliver them into the fray wherever they are needed.
Classified Intel Privateer Subgroups