DOTLAN EveMaps

u'- Backbone of industry for CERTAC, they pick up after battles with Reclaimers and haul important military materials to on-going operations and supply external income.

In the age when man first cast his gaze beyond the cradle of Earth, before the stars bore names and the void knew fear, there rose Cerberus Tactical\u2014the first of its kind, and the last you want to cross.

Forged in the fires of ambition and tempered by the cold truth of deep space, Cerberus Tactical was the first private military force to plant its banner among the stars. Long before the bureaucrats of the UEE etched their decrees in polished stone, Cerberus carved strongholds into the bones of asteroid belts\u2014fortresses of alloy and wrath, bristling with weapons and warriors, hidden in the dark like wolves in the fog.

They were not beholden to emperors or parliaments. They answered to no Senate. They were Hades\u2019 own\u2014mercenaries, yes, but with the discipline of Spartans and the fury of berserkers. They protected colonies too distant for UEE reach, fought battles no navy dared engage, and did what had to be done when diplomacy failed and the gods looked away.

But the UEE grew jealous of what it could not control. They called Cerberus a threat. A relic. A beast. Propaganda painted them as warlords, pirates, monsters. And so the edict came down like Zeus\u2019 thunderbolt: Exile. Disbandment. Silence. Their contracts were voided. Their citadels dismantled or abandoned. Their name\u2014outlawed.

Yet legends, like the Titans, do not die. They wait.

In the shadows of shattered moons and derelict stations, the hound of the void slumbered. Its warriors scattered, but unbroken. And now\u2014they return. Hardened by exile. Hungrier than ever. No longer mercenaries for hire, but a brotherhood reborn. No longer protectors of borders, but seekers of vengeance, justice, and honor.'