Heave to, Ye Scallywags! Answer the Call of Stain with The Church o' Space Piracy and The Disciples o' Space Piracy!

Ahoy there, ye weary starfarers and restless rogues! Be ye tired o’ bowin’ to the grindstone of EVE’s endless politickin’ and bureaucratic nonsense? Longin’ for a life where the stars be yours to plunder, free o’ tyrants an’ tedious toil? Then step aboard, matey, for The Disciples o’ Space Piracy want YOU!

We’re a bold and brazen alliance based in Stain, a haven fer freedom-lovin’ swashbucklers who seek to carve their own path among the stars. Together, we rise as the underdogs, fightin’ to wrest Stain from the grasp o’ Good Sax’s iron claw. They be nothin’ but manipulators, control freaks, an’ spies, but we be fightin’ to reclaim this space fer freedom, camaraderie, and the thrill o’ the hunt!

Whether ye be a lone wolf lookin’ fer a crew, a small corp dreamin’ o’ grander skies, or a band o’ mates seekin’ a shared cause, there be a place fer ye here in our fleet. Let us hoist the black flag an’ take to the void together!


Why Throw in With Us?

Fer Individuals:

  • Sail as Ye Please:
    Here, yer game is yours. No forced fleets, no grindin’ quotas, no taxes. Whether ye be pillagin’, explorin’, rat-blastin’, or just driftin’ through the void with rum in hand, ye steer yer own course. EVE’s no job here—it’s a grand adventure!
  • No Shackles, Only Opportunities:
    Join the fray or sit one out—it’s yer choice, always. We’d love yer help in a skirmish or two, but there be no floggin’ if yer too busy polishin’ yer cannons.
  • A Harbor Fer Growth:
    New to EVE or just needin’ a fresh start? Our seasoned veterans—spacefarers since the beta days—be here to guide ye when needed an’ let ye find yer own wind when ye wish.

Fer Corporations:

  • Yer Crew, Yer Rules:
    We don’t meddle in yer affairs or demand mandatory fleetin’. Grow yer corp as ye like, fight when yer ready, an’ forge yer legend under yer own flag.
  • A Cause Worth Fightin’ Fer:
    Together, we’re breakin’ the chains o’ Good Sax. Stain’s future belongs to those who value freedom, fun, an’ prosperity. Every corp in our alliance has an equal say in what comes next.
  • No Tribute, No Interference:
    There be no taxes or micromanagement here. Alliance initiatives be funded voluntarily, an’ yer autonomy as a corp remains sacred. Ye’ll find no pirates meddlin’ in yer coffers.
  • All Hands on Deck:
    Need help settin’ up infrastructure, or a hand in battle? Ye’ll find The Disciples a loyal, hearty bunch ready to back ye, no questions asked.

What We Fight For

We be freedom’s last bastion in Stain! The cruel tyranny o’ Good Sax seeks to crush the region’s spirit with their spies an’ steel, but we aim to rekindle its fire. Together, we fight fer:

  • Freedom: Stain belongs to those bold enough to claim it, free o’ oppression an’ control.
  • Fun: EVE’s a game, not a grind. Our fleets and camaraderie make the galaxy a place o’ joy an’ adventure.
  • Independence: Every player an’ every corp is their own captain. Here, ye be the master o’ yer fate, always.

What We Seek

  • Fer Corporations: Whether yer a fledglin’ crew or seasoned veterans lookin’ fer a change, we welcome ye. We’ll help ye grow, give ye purpose, an’ share in the spoils o’ Stain’s liberation.
  • Fer Individuals: Be ye a greenhorn seekin’ guidance or a grizzled spacefarer searchin’ fer a cause, we’ll give ye the freedom to thrive with a crew that’s always got yer back.

Are Ye Ready to Hoist the Colors?

The Disciples o’ Space Piracy be underdogs, aye—but we’ve the heart an’ fire to take Stain back! Good Sax’s tyranny will crumble under the weight o’ our boldness, fer we fight not just fer ourselves, but fer the spirit o’ fun an’ freedom in all nullsec.

Be ye ready to sail under our banner? To make Stain a haven fer the wild, free, and fearless? Join us now, and let’s reclaim the stars together!

Freedom. Fun. Space Piracy.
Contact Cattraknoff fer inquiries an’ enlistment. The galaxy awaits, matey—answer the call!

Yarrrrrr! Avast ye scurvy carebears!

Looking for explorers. Handing out free ships to get the booty!

The Church of Space Piracy is recruiting!

Please stop calling it Booty that’s not what that means.

No one wants to join a corp if you have to get it on with the membership

The word belonged to pirates before it belonged to anyone else matey! I’m taking it back!

That’s not all you’re taking, Winkety Wink :wink:

yarrrr we still be recruitin’ mateys!

Yarrrrrr! Avast ye scurvy carebears!

We’re growing at a good pace and looking for more recruits! Yarrrrr!

Join us for the love of sacred space booty!

The Church is still looking for more recruits.

Ahoy there mateys! We’re looking for recruits!

Ahoy! We are looking for any recruits, corporations, and alliances who will support the cause of the liberation of Stain!

The Church is still recruiting and seeking allies in our struggle!

Yarrrrr! Avast ye scurvy carebears! Come join our humble Church says I.

Ahoy, landlubbers! Are ye tired of mining rocks and running errands for NPC overlords? The Church of Space Piracy calls ye to a better life—one o’ freedom, plunder, an’ the thrill of the hunt! In nullsec, every ship’s yer prey, and every wreck be a trophy. We’ll arm ye, train ye, and show ye how to live free o’ highsec’s leashes. Toss off yer carebear shackles and join us where the real fun begins!

Attention all free-spirited captains! The Disciples of Space Piracy be callin’ fer corporations that crave freedom and fun above all else. In our alliance, there be no taxes and no overlords—just an equal seat at the table and a shared vision of building a pirate nation in the lawless depths of Stain. Leave behind the sovnull grind an’ highsec monotony. Join us, where every day’s a battle, a party, or both!

Yarrrrrr! We still be recruitin’ new pilots and corporations!

Join us and you can be free to trash talk in local as long as it’s in Piratese and all for good fun!

Example of Piratese trash talk:

Arr, what sad excuse fer a scallywag be ye? I’ve seen better aim from a drunken parrot with an eyepatch! Yer ship’s slower than a Golem in reverse, and yer tactics be about as sharp as a wet sponge. Did ye forget to load yer cannons, or were ye hopin’ to scare me off with that pitiful display? Ye’ve got the backbone o’ a jellyfish and the brains o’ a loot can—emptier than the hold o’ a rookie miner! Best be scuttlin’ yerself now, before ye embarrass yerself further, ye scurvy whelp!

Yarrrrrr!