Garhead - Taking New Eden One Pod at a Time

It was an exciting day when the G.A.R. Corp moved onto our final planet. The prospect of money was just too great to pass up. Technology finally caught up with industry and we jumped! The first Corp to industrialize an entire system, even the pirates and drones stopped trying to enter our system.

Some of the planets were a real fight. We lost ship after ship, marine after marine. For a short period of time even the most hardened marines were starting to waver in their belief that the fight was worth it. By the end billions of ISK had been lost but every planet, moon and asteroid field was stationed or patrolled by G.A.R.

Once we had the entire system we started to mine. Mine every ounce of mineral, every cubic meter of gas, and every block of ice. We refined, we built, we shipped, bringing into the system almost nothing and exporting everything.

It was a grand time for the G.A.R. Corporation and I, as CEO, sat back and ruled my new empire from the window of my P.O.S. watching with pride and thoughts of taking over even more systems.

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Ten Years Later:

“… FIRE BACK DAMN IT!” I yelled. The gunnies of my ship were massively out of practice. Two years (has it really been two years?) since my personal Cruiser was flown in combat.

There was a time I ruled this area! Now, G.A.R. is gone, bankrupt, dead. How had this happened? How could I have not seen the mineral market crashing? How so many people could, in so many systems, miscalculate the amount of minerals brought on by technology?

All those lives! Millions of people in the G.A.R. Corp, now broke, their ISK worth less than the minerals they sold to get it. When money has no value, pirates rule the universe.

What did we have to offer, more worthless rock? They laughed at us.

“Sir, we’re showing a complete systems failure!”

“Abandon ship.” Let them run, me, I’ll go down with my ship. My clone awaits me back in what was once the capital of commerce. Most don’t even bother to remember Jita once had a name.

I’ll live again, but how in this universe where ISK means nothing will I survive?

This was my submission to the Planetary Interaction Contest by Crazy Kinux

http://www.crazykinux.com/2010/04/tyrannis-planetary-interaction-contest.html

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