“Scoundrels? Absolutely. Federation? Barely. Dangerous? Definitely.”

We’re not the heroes New Eden deserves. Hell, we’re not even sure we’re insured. But we are the loud, bloodthirsty wrecking crew that shows up uninvited, crashes your gatecamp, and leaves a trail of smoking hulls and confused diplomats.

Our mission?
PvP, chaos, and questionable decision-making at sublight speeds.

░ What We Do:

• Roam until something explodes (preferably not us)

• Small gang, big fleet, kitchen sink chaos—you name it

• Farm killmails like they're going out of style

• Make ISK just to waste it on more PvP

• Laugh in the face of structure timers

░ What We Want:

• Trigger-happy space gremlins

• PvP enjoyers with a grudge against pixels

• Mic'd up maniacs who understand that “docking” is a last resort

░ Join the Federation of Fighting Scoundrels.

• Come for the fights. Stay because your pod forgot to warp out.