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“Galactic civilization is like a thin layer of ice upon a deep ocean of chaos and darkness – we are the ocean.” – Time of ChaosTired of the internecine machinations of galactic politics? Couldn’t care less if Archon Delanie’s slipping it to Aisling Duval? Bored shipping metric truckloads of Zachary Hudson propaganda leaflets that will likely only be used as toilet tissue? Then Chaos Space welcomes you!
Each day our ranks swell with pilots jaded by the Federal jackboot, Imperial pomposity and Alliance impotency.
Time of Chaos is constantly on the lookout for fellow hedonistic libertines, bootleggers and smugglers, bounty hunters of questionable morality, purveyors of the finest human flesh, piratical parasites… we even welcome the occasional honest trader!
While we number some of the cosmos’ most feared and respected commanders, we also welcome anyone prepared to throw off the yoke of galactic imperialism and oppression to join us in celebrating our truly awe inspiring chaotic cosmos.
Think the future is in order and authority, in silly titles and pretentious hats? Then you’ve never encountered the creative destruction that is CHAOS!
Chaos space is free of the nanny-state prohibitions in effect throughout civilised space. If you want to pollute your body with synthetic narco, jack some illicit progenitor cells, or have your way with a Vesuvian Pleasure Drone, you need come no further than Chaos Space! Join us in Vesuvit and throw off your chains!
We accept commanders of all vices, races, politics, creeds, backgrounds and religions (n.b. except Scientologists, we really really hate Elron. Some of us also hate Tea).
Applications are accepted via Timeofchaos.com
We are CHAOS!