I didn’t Created The Doomed Collective to find purpose. I joined because I lost mine.
Out here, in the silent vacuum between ruined stations and burning hulls, I’ve learned one truth: everything dies, and I’m often the one holding the trigger. I don’t fight for glory or loyalty. I fight because destruction is simple, honest, and inevitable.
I move through systems like a shadow — no broadcasts, no warnings, no mercy. Wormholes, abandoned outposts, dead-end pockets of null… those places feel more like home than any station ever did. I pick apart the broken, profit off the desperate, and carve my path through the wreckage left behind.
People call us doomed. Maybe they’re right. But I refuse to be the first one to fall.
I am Nolan Kashada. I fly with death at my back and silence at my side — and I will drag every enemy that crosses me into the dark with me.