New Era of Miners
22 Aug 2024Jaheba
CMDR Jaheba's LogbookDate: 3310.08.22
Location: Delkar System, MICO Nomad Mining Fleet
The cold vacuum of space has always called out to the few who can hear its whispers. In the old days, when Low Temperature Diamonds sparkled like the dreams of every miner across the galaxy, the life of a miner meant something. Back then, we were legends, not just workers chipping away at rocks. But as the times changed, so did the treasures. Now, with the discovery of new riches in the void, it’s time to make mining worthy again. It’s time for MICO to rise.
The [MICO] Miners Corporation is more than just a collection of nomads with lasers and hull plating—we're an independent force, beholden to no superpower, loyal to no faction. The galaxy’s politics may be complex, but our mission is simple: extract the most valuable commodities from the richest sources, sell them to the highest bidder, and in doing so, regain the prestige that miners once held. We're the lifeblood of the squadrons; our ores and minerals are what fuel their ambitions, give them power in the halls of influence, and change the balance of the universe.
Dream of the New Dawn
I had a dream last night, one that feels more like a vision of what’s to come. I saw the nomads of MICO—my crew, my brothers and sisters—hailed as heroes. Our mining vessels, swarming like worker bees in the pristine metallic rings of Delkar, were revered not just for the riches they pulled from the void but for the power they represented. Osmium, Samarium, Praseodymium—all sold directly from our carriers to those who need them to tip the scales of political might. Bromellite, harvested from the frozen embrace of LFT 65’s icy rings, now more valuable than any diamond could ever be. These elements are no longer just commodities; they’re the keys to influence, the lifeblood of strategy, and the currency of power.
But dreams always carry a warning. The riches we seek come at a cost. In Delkar’s pristine metallic rings, pirate wings lurk in the shadows, waiting for the unwary. They smell blood when our lasers fire. In the icy rings of LFT 65, the cold is more than just a number; it’s a predator, draining the life from ships unprepared for its touch. The danger isn’t just from without—space itself is an adversary. But that’s why we’re here. That’s why we do this. We know the risks, and we choose them willingly.
The Plan
Our carriers are the heart of the operation. They float above the rings, beacons in the black, offering our treasures to squadrons and commanders willing to pay for the best. We’ve stripped down to the essentials—no middlemen, no corporate overseers. Just us, our ships, and the wealth we carve from the void. Each ton of Osmium, each chunk of Bromellite is a step closer to making MICO a name that echoes across the galaxy once more.
But this is just the beginning. Today, we take control of our destiny. Tomorrow, we make sure the universe remembers what it means to be a miner. It’s time to restore the glory of the old days and bring a new dawn to the miners of [MICO]. The stars hold our future, and we’ll take it one asteroid at a time.
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