The Disciples of Space Piracy – Official Alliance Website
⚔️ THE BALLAD OF THE DISCIPLES ⚔️
A Brotherhood of Chaos and Camaraderie
I. THE CRY FROM THE DEEP
In endless black where empires plot and scheme, And krabs do grind away their golden dream, A cry rings out: a fire in the deep — That rouses those who once refused to sleep. No crown we wear, nor station do we crave, We fly for fun, for freedom, and the brave. The Disciples, aye, we rise with blades in hand — To bring back chaos to this tamed-out land.
II. THE ROGUE CRUSADE
We’re more than fleets that prowl and pillage loot, We’re not some zerg or tax-fed power brute. We be a brotherhood: a rogue crusade, Where every corp stands free, unbent, unswayed. No tyrant here shall bark commands or threats, No tithe is owed, no tangled vassal debts. Each captain speaks as equal at the fire, And shares the dream that shall fulfill our jolly hearts' desire.
III. THE CREED OF FREEDOM
Our leaders serve, not rule from gilded throne — They keep the creed, but let each path be grown. Through Churchly flame our vision be aligned: A place where fun and freedom be entwined. We welcome all who live for pew and plunder — The vet, the newbro, seekers full o’ thunder. If gatecamps call, or roaming fleets ye seek, Then raise yer voice and let yer cannons speak!
IV. THE JOLLY ROGER
With Jolly Roger flappin’ in the black, We fly as one: no corp shall take the slack. We strike not just for kills or blood or pride, But for the joy o’ fightin’ side by side. Each battle tells a tale of who we are: Not pawns in war, but legends born of star. In every wreck and burnin’ hull we find, The proof that fun still rules the pirate mind.
V. RESONANCE THROUGH FIRE
We seek not rule but resonance through fire — A tale writ loud by those who still aspire. To fill the void with fleets of daring kin, And forge a life where grins be found even when we fail to win. So if ye lead a crew of bold-eyed souls, Or fly alone with chaos as yer goal, Come fly with us and cast yer lot in flame — The Disciples rise — and we remember names.
VI. THE BLACK-STAR PRIEST
Reach out to Cattraknoff, the black-star priest, If seekin’ home, or plunder, or a feast. For we be open: true to pirate path — And welcome every soul who shares our wrath.
VII. THE PHOENIX ASCENDANT
Now by our side, the Phoenix flames anew — A rising host, both fierce and bold of view. They fly now for Delve, and we shall ride beside, With fleets aligned and Jolly flags held high. Together we shall build, and burn, and thrive — A pirate kinship set to reign and dive. In Blood Raider lands we stake our claim again, And write the next great chapter — us and them. No coin we claim, no cage we call divine — Just joy, just fire, and rum instead o’ wine. So hoist yer sails and let yer cannons roar — The golden age returns… through blood and lore.