Thieves. Outcasts. Murderers.

Pirates.

Black ships appear from the heavens, bringing with them demons of destruction. They come to take what they will, leaving behind only sorrow, suffering, and death. Their crimson mark lays claim to the brutality committed. It's always the same.

Only the symbol remains.

These marauders strike with precision and ferocity, their tactics honed to perfection through countless raids. They descend upon unsuspecting worlds, their visors cold and merciless. They know no fear, only the thrill of the hunt and the promise of plunder. Innocent lives are but obstacles, swept aside in their relentless pursuit of wealth, power and glory.

From the shadows, they watch and wait, their presence a blight on the galaxy. Whispers of their deeds spread like wildfire, tales of horror and despair etched into the memories of those who barely survived.

Their captains, shrouded in mystery, command loyalty through fear and respect. Each proven member, a hardened soul, bound by a code of ruthlessness. Together, they forge a legacy of darkness, their black and red armor an omen of doom.

And in the aftermath, when the silence of space returns, only the bloody symbol remains.