Hung Gootch was bred for obedience — another Caldari cog stamped with loyalty, precision, and quarterly performance reviews. He spent years flying in formation, running State-sanctioned ops where creativity was a crime and orders were gospel. Somewhere between the fleet briefings and the kill reports, something inside him snapped. He didn’t rage — he just stopped listening.

These days, Hung lives for PvP and chaos in equal measure. He flies a Tengu so heavily modified it barely registers as legal — stripped, tuned, and humming like a live wire. Fleet commanders hate him for it. Gootch never calls for anchor, never checks fits, never waits for orders. He’s the first to warp in, last to warp out, and somehow always the one who survives.

His callsign in lowsec chat is both threat and warning: The Gootch is loose. Some say he’s reckless. Others call it art. Hung Gootch just grins, toggles overheat, and reminds anyone still watching that freedom doesn’t need doctrine —
just targets.