In the shadowed corridors of the Outer Rim, where law is a suggestion and power is measured in control of the void, a name began to echo through encrypted channels and starport chatter: Jokers Gambit.
We are not a corporation. We are not a military unit. We are a network — a loose coalition of pilots, engineers, strategists, and visionaries who believe that the universe should not be ruled by greed, but by those who dare to change it.
Founded in the aftermath of the Astraeus Incident — a catastrophic collapse of a private orbital defense grid that left thousands stranded in deep space — Jokers Gambit emerged not from a command center, but from the desperate comms of creator Lema020, who rerouted a failing ship to a derelict freighter and saved the crew using nothing but skill, improvisation, and a reckless gambit. That act of defiance became a legend — and a call to arms.
Today, Jokers Gambit operates from hidden hangars, mobile refit stations, and the occasional abandoned asteroid base. Our fleet consists of modified starfighters, stealth corvettes, and experimental craft — all salvaged, upgraded, and customized by our own engineers.
We call ourselves "Jokers" not because we are reckless — though we often are — but because we play with the odds. We take the lowest probability of success and turn it into a win. We do the impossible. We make the gamble.
Our missions vary. Sometimes we extract civilians from war zones. Other times we disrupt black-market operations that exploit those civilians. We have infiltrated megacorp black sites, sabotaged military prototypes, escorted refugee fleets, and smuggled supplies through blockades.
If you are reading this, you’re already in the game. The deck is stacked. The stakes are real. But the wildcard? That’s us.
