A cursed blessing
Those who join Homebound often do so out of necessity. Some obligation binds them to our world, be it sick loved ones, a coming child, or even the passing of time. We humans can live quite a while, now, but age still takes it tole.
You never see a wayfarer fresh out of training in their ranks. These young souls still long for the stars. Veterans among The Wayfarers fill the organization. Their experience is vital, and their ability to adapt is second to none.
The organization allows them a home and bed to go to every night. They have far more time with loved ones, but their job is no less dangerous than before. In most cases, it's even more perilous. Despite the danger, this is how a wayfarer retires, their skills and experience put to use at home to make our world safer and our lives better.
A single party of Homebound wayfarers can number close to ten. The more eyes and guns on the field, the better. These groups enter the dark without fear, and rarely fail in their mission.
Homebound routinely sends out these search parties for a multitude of reasons. Sometimes the planet's infrastructure needs repairs, or a new artifact is located.
Sometimes they detect technology that we desperately need. Most of the time, however, it's to find someone who went missing.
People disappear from time to time, dragged into the depths by the planet's vicious wildlife. Sometime they fall, fasteners holding the floor below our feet finally giving way from the strain. Safeharbor's ecosystem is vast. There are many plants and animals left undiscovered, and that's not always a bad thing. I imagine there are plenty of beasts that are best left undisturbed.