Deep in the black, in a far away place.  The economy in the black was in hyperinflation, and people tossed credits around like it was going out of style.  Many went about their day to day lives, but a few of us took ahold of the opportunity to set ourselves apart from the rabble of the universe.  Many pots of coffee where drank, and hundreds of thousands of desperate people crammed into our cabins.

They asked for things, and I ignored them.  I passed up those not willing to pay my high prices.  No matter how desperate their need, or reasons.... only credits mattered to me.  Late into the night I moved back and forth, watching episode after episode on the com screens.

Those days are now gone, all but a distant memory.  However, my pile of credits remain.  Come along side my massive ships.  I will allow you in my shadow while you float in space fighting over the crumbs of a broken down economy.  Watch with fear as your rebuy tickles the upper limit of your tiny bank account.  Your tears will fill my mugs and your blood will sing my praise.

We where Gods once, and now live on old money.  Far beyond the reaches of jump drives an all powerful being named the developer predestined us for wealth and power.  Don’t cry my children, we the keepers of the old guard will not let you starve.

If your nice enough, and the Goids dont blast you and your account out of space, I might let you float under my ship so that you can live off of the crumbs that fall from my table.

This is simply as it should be, a natural order of things.  Accept your place in the black, not everyone can be a king.