Atlantic Free State

“The sea remembers no masters.”

Born from the drowned coastlines of the 2030s climate collapse, The @Atlantic Free State rose from the ruins of forgotten oil rigs and abandoned naval fleets. What began as a desperate survival flotilla of smugglers, deserters, and rogue nomads became one of the most infamous powers of the mid-21st century — a drifting archipelago of violence, barter, and black-market sovereignty.

By 2097, @Atlantic Free State stretches across the mid-Atlantic — a rust-and-chrome network of fortified rigs, converted tankers, and floating refineries bound together by steel bridges, drones, and pirate radio. Its capital, Port Revenant, is built from the skeleton of three aircraft carriers welded together and ringed with flak towers scavenged from old wars. Here, no law reigns but that of firepower and reputation.

The Free State’s economy runs on loot, fuel, and firearms — the holy trinity of survival. Every major faction controls a portion of the supply chain:

The Dredgers dominate the oil harvests, pumping crude from drowned rigs and refining it into high-octane jetfuel.
The Floodborn are gene-hacked amphibious mercs, surgically modified for deep-water combat and smuggling under Militech radar.
The Sirens run data and pleasure trafficking, luring info brokers and lost souls from the mainland into their neon-lit dens.
The Ironwake Cartel commands the floating shipyards, armoring vessels with stolen Helios alloys and surplus Militech plating.

Their leaders are the Council of Corsairs, a brutal coalition of pirate-lords and war captains who meet once a year under the tattered flag of the Old World Navy. Deals are sealed with blood, whiskey, or gunfire — whichever comes first.

The Free State maintains a fragile neutrality with Snake Nation, trading fuel for protection against Militech patrols. But their true allies are the Jodes Nation, whose sky convoys drop supplies and intel to the floating cities in exchange for sanctuary and smuggled tech. Together, the sky and sea nomads maintain a tenuous alliance — the Horizon Pact — sworn to remain free from corporate dominion.

Every ship in the Atlantic Free State flies under its own code, but one law binds them all:
“Sink or swim. No gods. No corps. No kings.”

Whispers claim a new power is rising among them — a warlord calling themselves The Leviathan, rumored to control a submersible carrier armed with railguns and AI torpedoes salvaged from pre-Collapse stockpiles. Whether myth or coming storm, the seas have begun to stir again… and the corps are watching.