Join The Disciples of Space Piracy – A Coalition-Backed Nullsec Alliance for Independent, Self-Governed Corporations

Are ye a CEO sick of Nullsec’s stale politics, sky-high taxes, and never-endin’ meetings that lead to nothin’? Lookin’ for a place where your corporation can grow, thrive, and fight on your own terms?

The Disciples of Space Piracy are seekin’ like-minded corporations to join our alliance—a band of independent, self-sufficient crews united by fun, freedom, and the thrill of life in coalition-backed Nullsec.


:crossed_swords: What We Offer Corporations:

:link: Full Autonomy:
Run your corp your way. We don’t touch your leadership, taxes, or internal rules. No overlords, no drama—just mutual respect.

:prohibited: No Obligations, No Taxes:
Join fleets when ye want. Skip ‘em when ye don’t. This be EVE, not a second job.

:hammer_and_wrench: Access to Coalition Infrastructure:
As proud members of the Phoenix Coalition, you’ll gain access to logistics support, staging hubs, fleet ops, and a larger community—without givin’ up your independence.

:fire: A Culture of Camaraderie:
We value chill vibes, shared goals, and a pirate’s sense o’ humor. Whether you PVP, krab, or explore, you’ll find allies here who have your back.


:compass: Our Mission

We’re buildin’ a pirate nation—not a power bloc. A loose but loyal confederation of corporations who choose to stand together while chartin’ their own courses through the void.

If your corp is tired of being a cog in someone else’s machine and yearns for freedom with a side of explosions, this may just be the best damn decision you’ll make in EVE.


:anchor: Come Build with Us

Ready to throw off the shackles and join a community that respects your independence?

Join the Disciples of Space Piracy.
Forge your legacy, your way.

No taxes. No chains. Just freedom.

:anchor: Reach out to Cattraknoff ingame or cattraknoff on Discord, or join our public channel: The Disciples of Space Piracy to make inquiries about joining either the Church or Disciples of Space Piracy.

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!

Yarrrrrrr! We still be recruitin’!