Tor has served Vulkhar as First Mate for so long it's become strange to see one without the other. Older than Vulkhar, Tor is a veteran deep miner, well accustomed to operating the exo-armour he still proudly wears.

With the death of Vulkhar, Tor has stepped up to hold the charter. The duty of leadership settles easily on his shoulders and he sees opportunity in the future.

Mjolnirsson's 'mite. The crew call him Flynt.

Grodin, or "Grody" as the crew call him, is the new bosun of the charter. Mean and surly, he keeps order in the crew with first and threat. He's already begun to prove himself, and Tor has a mind to see him become first mate, if he continues to perform well.

Odinn's been hopping around the deep sump boat crews for a while, but a falling out with his last captain made a move out of the sump a wise career choice. He keeps his antique armour dark as shadow, relying on it to put the fear of the ancestors into his enemies before he fillet's then with his cutlass.

Flokki is, for lack of a better word, mad. Constantly on the look-out for something that can be burned, blasted or blown-up. Tor found him drunk and fighting in The Leaks, a grimy drinking hole in the southern hab. About 2 days after Flokki joined the crew, The Leaks exploded... 

Ivar is most at home roaming the wastes solo. He's an experienced pioneer and will usually be the one to tip off the gang about a juicy convoy to hit.

One of the newest members of the crew, Sigurd gained his name for the twisting scar that runs across his left eye. He has much to prove if he wants to get anywhere.

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An older pirate, Vulkhur has been raiding small rival convoys for many a year in the wastes. As the Guild of Coin began supplying more protection, he turned his attention to the hive, hoping to plunder the source.

His name comes from his habit of picking spent bullets from his armour and replacing his teeth with them. His smile is of a high calibre.

Met his end fighting the freaks of Sol Logistics. A krak grenade blew out his teeth and the final blow was dealt by a simple ganger. Rumour has it he was fed into a corpse grinder, to be turned into rations...

"Kraven" is no real name, but that is what this deserter from the leagues is called. He does not speak about his past, but the battalion symbol on his shoulder is still visible, despite being crossed out in old blood.

Died in battle with Sol Logistics. His name is forgotten, as is the way with any found craven.