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u'THE BLACK RISE BLOOD PACK

\u201cThey called us pirates. Then they called us terrorists. Now they call us when the guns start firing.\u201d

The Black Rise Blood Pack was not founded in a boardroom, nor born from some grand corporate vision.
It was born in the wreckage of a fleet.
During one of the countless battles fought across the Black Rise warzone, a small Caldari patrol was ambushed by a force nearly three times its size. The patrol was expected to die. Their commanders had already written them off as an acceptable loss.
They refused.
The surviving pilots abandoned conventional formation and scattered into the darkness of Black Rise. Rather than fleeing, they began hunting the fleet that had nearly destroyed them.
One ship became two.
Two became five.
Five became a pack.
They attacked scouts first. Then tackle. Then logistics. Every strike came from a different direction. Every retreat was deliberate. Every attack made the enemy more confused and more desperate.
By the time reinforcements arrived, the larger fleet had been torn apart.
The survivors returned to their staging system with little more than damaged ships, empty ammunition bays, and a collection of enemy kill reports.
Their commander reportedly looked at the survivors and said:
\u201cWe were supposed to die alone. Instead, we learned how to hunt.\u201d

The pilots began calling themselves the Blood Pack.

THE BLACK RISE BLOOD PACK

BLOOD BINDS THE PACK.

We are The Black Rise Blood Pack \u2014 a Faction Warfare corporation forged for pilots who would rather hunt than hide, strike than negotiate, and break an enemy fleet than become another name on its killboard.

We are not a mining corporation that occasionally fights. We are not a social club wearing combat ships. We are a dedicated PvP warband built around aggressive wolf-pack warfare, operating with Caldari precision and Minmatar brutality.

We enter the warzone looking for blood.

Our battlefield is Black Rise. Our weapon is the fleet. Our doctrine is the Pack.

THE PACK

A lone wolf can kill.

A Pack can destroy fleets.

Our pilots operate in coordinated hunting groups built around speed, tackle, concentrated fire, electronic warfare, reconnaissance, and disciplined withdrawal. We do not rely on numbers alone. We rely on coordination.

Every pilot has a purpose.

Eyes find the enemy.

Claws hold them in place.

Fangs tear through their defenses.

Blood delivers the killing blow.

Moon keeps the Pack alive.

Iron breaks anything too large for the Fangs.

Our fleets combine Caldari missile warfare and electronic warfare with Minmatar speed, autocannons, artillery, and aggressive tackle. We use the strengths of both traditions to create a doctrine designed around pressure, mobility, and overwhelming focus fire.

When the Pack attacks, the enemy should never know which direction the next strike will come from.

BLOOD BINDS THE PACK.

THE PACK BINDS THE WAR.

AND THE WAR BELONGS TO THOSE WILLING TO TAKE IT.'