Flying Under the Radar Since Forever
The Free Trader Alliance (FTA) is humanity’s proudest attempt at organized chaos. It's not a government, it’s not a corporation, and it’s definitely not a democracy. It’s a patchwork of haulers, scavengers, smugglers, and opportunists held together by caffeine, mutual suspicion, and a shared fear of paperwork.
FTA captains don’t salute. They don’t report to anyone. What they do is move things — fast, quietly, and with a firm belief that it’s only illegal if someone catches you doing it. From vital medical supplies to slightly mysterious crates labeled “DO NOT SCAN,” Free Traders make the Orion Spur go round — one dodgy deal at a time.
No uniforms. A vague command structure. An ever-evolving web of contracts, favors, and creative interpretation of local laws. Trade council? There is one.
FTA ships are always patched, always late, and somehow always the first on the scene when things go very, very wrong.
Call it a culture. Call it an ecosystem. Call it what it really is:
A caffeinated, contraband-fueled circus with plausible deniability printed on the hull.
And somehow… it works.