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| - “The law has failed in the Frontier. Those that debate this fact have very obviously never set foot on a world outside the Inner Universe. The injustice that rules so very far from our safe home at our perceived center of the cosmos is not something that can be denied by any government servant at a press conference, nor is it something that can be shouted down by any blustery television pundit. The fact of the matter is, you can't swing an arm in the Frontier without backhanding a criminal empire or elbowing an exploitative corp in the eye. The law may have failed the Frontier, but the fact of the matter is that law can only fail when people fail the law. That's why we exist. We've been called a lot of things over the course of our existence. We were mercs once, then decided that pure personal gain just wasn't enough incentive to rent our rifles. We banded together under the flag of justice and struck out to the great unknown with one goal in mind: bring law to those the law can't, or won't, touch. People thought we were positively out of our minds; 'Crazy' was another title we've been given over the years. Some of our old colleagues said that only the ULP could ever hope to bring order to its chaos despite our successes during The Chaos. We called them defeatist and conservative; they called us dreamers. The one thing that everyone did agree on, though, was that we were idealists and driven ones at that. They said that we had an image of how the world should work and no force in all the 'verse could convince us otherwise or even have a hope of stopping us. I remember one budding wordsmith-with-a-gun summing us up in a sentence: “Sell-swords with a cause, the dogs of war and peace, the guns of blind justice- a bigger bunch of bleeding hearts than I have ever seen before.” I remember thinking 'Bleeding Hearts… I like that'. The name has stuck to this day. I know that it was meant to be condescending, but hell, everybody seems to really dig it and who am I to say we need to find a better name? Once, we numbered only two dozen. 24 humans bent on salvaging something of merit after The Cataclysm. Today, not long after we got our start, we're just creeping up on 6 full divisions—that's ten thousand warriors per, for you mercs that didn't go through the military to end up where you are. Nearly 60,000 soldiers in space at any time, ready to saddle up and drop planetside in days, even hours when needed. Wherever injustice rears its head and turns a mean face, you can guarantee that we'll be there, falling from the sky to bring law and order. To the unjust corporations exploiting and enslaving the people, you better straighten yourselves up and start treating your employees right; the Frontier is not your domain to be ruled like corrupt kings. To the criminals that make the Frontier home… run. Fast. Because we're coming and there's no way you could hope to ever stand against us. To those who are tired of being wielded as a blunt instrument by private interests and serving the selfish wants of the independent wealthy, the Bleeding Hearts are always looking for new blood. Bring your gun, bring your blade, bring your friends if you want, because there's a lot of ground to cover out there in the 'verse and still a lot of work for us to do.”
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