The BlackSmith Way Life in a world without rulers, laws, or structured government, my people thrive under one undeniable truth—strength is survival. We are not bound by rules or formal borders but by something bigger; the instinct to fight for our own. Every ship that flies under our name, every railgun that fires in our defense, is an oath to our unspoken unity. We are refugees, exiles, and outlaws, but together, we are a destructive force. When the call to war comes, there are no debates, no councils—only movement. Any ship with the guns and ammunition to fight will do so, without second thought, because an attack on one of us is a threat to all. No contracts, no elections, no bureaucracy—just an ironclad code etched into cold steel. This is no democracy. This is no confederacy. This is nationalism in its rawest, most basic form—a responsibility forged in chaos, a nation of fighters and builders without a state, but bound by a shared will to dominate, survive, and carve our names into the galaxy... We are Pirates
