“No one left drifting.”
—The Fuel Foxes.


We are a community-driven rescue and recovery guild—skyfarers with a simple mission: help anyone in need.

- Stranded on a barren island?
- Under siege from enemies, AI or humans alike?
- Lost your ship in the clouds?
- Need help solving a puzzle?
- Looking for a schematic?
- In need of fuel (when it's implemented)?

The Fuel Foxes will answer your call.
We don’t ask for coin. Just a chance to help—and have fun doing it.

Join our Discord [discord.gg] to request our services, or to don the mask of the Fuel Fox, either for one mission, or the long haul.

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This recovered log was found encoded in an ancient data-disk, unearthed from beneath Seraph-controlled ruins.
Its origin is unknown—its language archaic, its vessel long since erased by time.
But its message?

Clear as day.

[RECOVERED LOG ENTRY // AUR-7
Source: Unidentified S-Class Vessel
Signal integrity: 12%
Playback status: PARTIAL]

Log Date... corrupted.
Signal strength... minimal.
Begin playback...

“We were not the first to sail the void—nor, I suspect, will we be the last.
Our skyships once soared beyond the stars.
In the long silence between celestial bodies, there existed a name.
Not a fleet. Not a nation.
A promise.

When engines failed and storms rose, they came.
When predators hunted the helpless, they stood between.
They didn’t ask for coin. They asked who needed help.

I found fragments. Logs. Static-cloaked voices echoing across deep space.
Their code still pings in the dark, whispering one phrase:
‘No one left drifting.’

Maybe it’s foolish. Maybe it’s fate.
But if you’re hearing this, and your ship is broken… your beacon’s fading, your hope gone dark…

Just call.
Someone will answer.
Someone from the F̴u͞e͜l̢ ͝[̨réc̨o͞r͝d̸ f̵r̸agme͞n̡t in̸c̵ǫmp̢l͢et͜e].

End of log.