Mercenary Companies and “Corporate Warriors” provide logistic, tactical and lethal support to anyone ready to pay their fees, from a state army to O-12 or the energy industry. In this situation, the professional soldier is a merchandise that is rented or sold, serving inside a country, in the colonies or forward commercial missions, working for mega-corporations, family mafias, transport enterprises, security companies, information trafficking ventures and much more.
The Yuan-Yuan are scavenging, wandering pirates without a fixed headquarters, able to be signed up as mercenaries. They are outlaws despised by a society that does not mind buying their services to sacrifice them in combat. The Yuan-Yuan are good close combat fighters, undisciplined and noisy and they do it all for the money.
They live in crummy intersystem spacecraft hidden in asteroids, from where they attack cargo convoys. Their economy is based on pillage, rape and slave traffic, especially Eunuchs, whose memory and personality cannot be recorded by a Cube. For the Yuan-Yuan, violence and bloodshed has turned into a way of life, and it seems they cannot do anything that is not violent and bloody. There are no pirates sailing the asteroid-ridden star regions crueller, more bloodthirsty and desperate than they are. The Yuan-Yuan, militarily speaking, are not very precise but they know how to profit from their ability to appear where they are the least expected. They are good fighters in space but a bit awkward on the ground. For this reason, in surface operations they prefer entering combat by jumping from their aircrafts. Their vehicles, a thousand times repaired, are units stolen from a fleet or old captured transports they arm and equip with parts and supplies cannibalized from other ships. Their combat equipment is eclectic and varied, fruit of their robberies and incursions. So, when signing them up, it is better not to allow them access to installations or allow their entrance to warehouses..."
There is a rumour in bars and taverns frequented by people who know about weapons. This rumour involves a dead man, or maybe a man that should be dead... This story you will only hear in ill reputed joints in places like Novîy Bangkok, Shuangdong or Dalniy, in that kind of dive you can only enter if you have a pair of scars or a few notches in the butt of your weapon. The rumour, and it is only a rumour, has a lot to do with the fall of the Ônishi clan and with the man who aggravated its shame, Ônishi T?gan
The Ônishi was the highest-reputed ninja clan in the Aomori prefecture and Ônishi T?gan was its best ninja, the one who took the most risky missions. His sheer success was due to his meticulousness when planning operations and the celerity and stealth with which he executed them. T?gan was destined to lead the Ônishi clan but, one night, engaged in an important mission, something failed and everything went to hell. The operation was a disaster and everybody died: the girl they should have rescued, T?gan´s support team and all the kidnappers, who could not be interrogated. The clan’s prestige was questioned. The duty of Ônishi T?gan was to go before the family of the hostage and perform sumimasen, eternal contrition, offering his life in exchange as an apology for the mistake made.
T?gan never appeared, dishonouring his name and his clan’s name. He turned into a hunted man. His clan and the family of the young hostage fixed a price for his head and soon an Ônishi ninja commando would finish his life in a blitzkrieg operation. A few months later, Ônishi Yoshitsune, T?gan’s successor, was found dead in his house. Some people claim that beside Yoshitsune’s body there was a recording confirming his liaison with the kidnappers of the poor girl. Nevertheless, the Ônishi clan silenced the issue and nothing eventuated. Since then, there is a new figure on the mercenary circuit, a stealthy assassin called Saito T?gan, an expert martial artist with a technique and style that is reminiscent of a certain member of the clan Ônishi..."