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Honest Excavation and Transport
Honest Excavation and Transport
Part 1
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My name is Tokkena-Ba Yomel. But my friends just call me The Heat. Or T.H. for short. For about 20 years I was employed by a well know mining company. I mined all sorts of ores. If you are breathing, it is probably due to my hard work mining Aquean ore.
My father specialized in mining Aquean ore for government contracts. As you know all pilots get free EC class ships, free power cells and government issue blasters. Pilots all get free food and water. And that water has to come somewhere. Enter Mineral Extraction Services (MES). My Father and my Uncle formed the company and mined Aquean ore for decades. They never got rich, but our family always had food and a place to stay.
Unfortunately, after 40 years in business, my father had to sell MES due political corruption. Some bigwig CEO of a corporation was able to have his license to mine pulled and all the contracts dried up. That same corporation purchased MES for pennies on the dollar (to use an old earth saying).
When I got old enough to start out on my own, I was not able to join my family business, since it was gone. So instead I was hired on by a corporation. That corporation later merged with the aforementioned corporation and I found myself working for the same people that ruined my father.
I was not happy.
But I had nothing else to do. I kept my head down and did the mining they ask me to. Which happened to be Aquean mining. The family business. But not for my family, but for a soulless corporation.
After ten years of that, my contract with the company was up, and I moved on to more lucrative opportunities. Pentric and helio mining mostly. I met a good group of people who help form `%${%&`+'${`%&NO CARRIER.
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“The HECK” The Heat swore. The whole system went down. “I pay good money for this text app!”. The Heat had been trying to write his manifesto just in case things went sideways. Though, things had already gone sideways. Things could not go anymore sideways then this. But the universe always finds a way.
One of the problems of centrally controlled software is that when the system goes down, there is no way to use the datapad when it is offline. In his Father’s day, people could still use so called offline applications. Which was helpful when entering ares of the galaxy with limited network availability. But about 20 years ago the corporations stopped all that. And now everyone has to pay a massive fee each cycle to rent use of applications on the net.
Uptime is not guaranteed.
“I should have bought one of those Corvus pads” The Heat said to himself. Corvus has been selling datapads that have no need to connect to the galaxy net. Though, if you get caught with one in monitored National space, kiss all your mining claims goodbye. You also open yourself up to all sorts of fines. All in all, not a good way to survive.
The Heat looked at the mining temp display and saw that things were reaching 8000K. He relaxed a bit. “Almost there”.
A few years ago, a shady corporation had “detained” The Heat and his mining partners. The corporation forcefully implanted technology into all members of their partnership. No one knows why the partnership, Honest Excavation and Transport, was targeted. And so far, there has been no progress on finding out what the implants do. Every scan of the implants results in the scanners being destroyed.
The tech also causes incredibly bad headaches for the group. Thankfully, a few months back one of Heat’s fellow implantees realized the frequencies of certain asteroids, when heated to high temperatures, would sooth the pain. So the group got together and started heating roids for hours on end just to feel normal again.
The Heat threw his data pad across the ship, where it slammed against a bulkhead and landed with a clank. He stretched and reclined in his chair as he put the past hour’s frustrations in the back of his mind. He called Hot Rocks up on the comm and asked “You got first watch right”. Hot Rocks, The Heat’s long time friend, replied “yeah boss”.
The Heat , feeling safe and pain free, drifted to sleep. For the first time in days.
Part 1
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My name is Tokkena-Ba Yomel. But my friends just call me The Heat. Or T.H. for short. For about 20 years I was employed by a well know mining company. I mined all sorts of ores. If you are breathing, it is probably due to my hard work mining Aquean ore.
My father specialized in mining Aquean ore for government contracts. As you know all pilots get free EC class ships, free power cells and government issue blasters. Pilots all get free food and water. And that water has to come somewhere. Enter Mineral Extraction Services (MES). My Father and my Uncle formed the company and mined Aquean ore for decades. They never got rich, but our family always had food and a place to stay.
Unfortunately, after 40 years in business, my father had to sell MES due political corruption. Some bigwig CEO of a corporation was able to have his license to mine pulled and all the contracts dried up. That same corporation purchased MES for pennies on the dollar (to use an old earth saying).
When I got old enough to start out on my own, I was not able to join my family business, since it was gone. So instead I was hired on by a corporation. That corporation later merged with the aforementioned corporation and I found myself working for the same people that ruined my father.
I was not happy.
But I had nothing else to do. I kept my head down and did the mining they ask me to. Which happened to be Aquean mining. The family business. But not for my family, but for a soulless corporation.
After ten years of that, my contract with the company was up, and I moved on to more lucrative opportunities. Pentric and helio mining mostly. I met a good group of people who help form `%${%&`+'${`%&NO CARRIER.
***
“The HECK” The Heat swore. The whole system went down. “I pay good money for this text app!”. The Heat had been trying to write his manifesto just in case things went sideways. Though, things had already gone sideways. Things could not go anymore sideways then this. But the universe always finds a way.
One of the problems of centrally controlled software is that when the system goes down, there is no way to use the datapad when it is offline. In his Father’s day, people could still use so called offline applications. Which was helpful when entering ares of the galaxy with limited network availability. But about 20 years ago the corporations stopped all that. And now everyone has to pay a massive fee each cycle to rent use of applications on the net.
Uptime is not guaranteed.
“I should have bought one of those Corvus pads” The Heat said to himself. Corvus has been selling datapads that have no need to connect to the galaxy net. Though, if you get caught with one in monitored National space, kiss all your mining claims goodbye. You also open yourself up to all sorts of fines. All in all, not a good way to survive.
The Heat looked at the mining temp display and saw that things were reaching 8000K. He relaxed a bit. “Almost there”.
A few years ago, a shady corporation had “detained” The Heat and his mining partners. The corporation forcefully implanted technology into all members of their partnership. No one knows why the partnership, Honest Excavation and Transport, was targeted. And so far, there has been no progress on finding out what the implants do. Every scan of the implants results in the scanners being destroyed.
The tech also causes incredibly bad headaches for the group. Thankfully, a few months back one of Heat’s fellow implantees realized the frequencies of certain asteroids, when heated to high temperatures, would sooth the pain. So the group got together and started heating roids for hours on end just to feel normal again.
The Heat threw his data pad across the ship, where it slammed against a bulkhead and landed with a clank. He stretched and reclined in his chair as he put the past hour’s frustrations in the back of his mind. He called Hot Rocks up on the comm and asked “You got first watch right”. Hot Rocks, The Heat’s long time friend, replied “yeah boss”.
The Heat , feeling safe and pain free, drifted to sleep. For the first time in days.
Yarr!! Nice RP
This sounds a lot like some corporation getting hold of some Serco Cybernetic Implants and modding them to make slaves mine for them. Hmm, I wonder what nation would try to do that?
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Heh nice.