We all come from different planets, belong to different species, have
different backgrounds and stories. We have problems. We are the problem.
Most of us joined as poorly-paid workmen on a commercial spaceship years
ago. It was a routine long journey from the debris fields of Lalande
21185 to Proxima Centauri. But we grew tired of being treated as slaves.
So about 20 years ago, as we were approaching the Sirius Colony, we
mutinied and took control of the ship and of our destiny. The captain
managed to flee. We hacked the transponder codes, gave some new
painting, but our codes were unrecognized by the authorities of the
Intergalactic Alliance. The spaceship was declared outlaw, and banned
from all the legal trade routes.  Since then, we have been living as
outcasts, a bunch of free souls trading in secret, pirates in the
happiness! We are forced to collect garbage, recycle, repair, put old
stuff back into operation -including ourselves- to keep the ship going.
We have recruited and taken on board many likely-minded fellows and
comrades over the years, giving them the opportunity to free themselves
from all kinds of chains and cuffs. Do you wanna join the trip? You are
most welcome!