Universal Exports

Ryddinjorn VI - Moon 2 - Pator Tech School (Minmatar Mining and Manufacturing Corporation Mesh Hall) Members of the mining community were growing increasingly tired of the poor conditions that had been recently facing. Pay was poor and the work was dull and unsafe, many longed for the glamour of combat duties while others wanted a bit of respect for their hours of hard labour. During a heavy drinking session in the community mesh hall, a gathering had developed. Veldspar and Scordite miners were in a heated discussion about the recent crash in Tritanium prices, look to blame anyone but themselves for the cause. Many of them knew they were secretly undercutting their trade partners next to them, but would not admit their very own actions were driving the spiralling devaluation of their income.

It was not long before the discussion turned ugly and a group of miners set upon an up and coming pilot fresh back from active duty. Blaming him for there misfortunes he was a easy target. The brawl spread across the mesh hall, and quickly got out of hand. From the darkness of the back tables an elder Sebiestor name Homer forced his way into the sparring bodies. Forcing his presence on all within his reach he soon, took the crowds attention away from their hostilities towards one another.

Look at you all, rolling around like animals fighting to the death for the scraps as if it was feeding time at the Amarrian concentration camps. Is this how far you have come?

The room was silent; people glanced from side to side, to ashamed to meet the gaze of his fellow tribe’s man. The crowd waited, as if Homer was going to provide them with the answer to all of their problems. But he was not a messiah, just a common man like the rest around him. But he had something they did not and was willing to share it for what it was worth. A dream to make things better. From a dream, an idea germinated; from an idea actions took place. Piece by piece around this one man a humble corporation was born.

No sooner had the corporation found its feet, Homer vanished from active duties, rumours spread that he had run off with a blue haired Gallente prostitute and had started a family. Others had suggested he had grown to fat for his pod and had to retire for medical reasons after an accident involving uranium rods. Either way the stories were never proven and the corporation continued under it own momentum.

Evolving as the times have required, and adapting to the demands of fierce competition, the corporation has grown from a dedicated mining union into an industrial and military might. Providing both security and industry to a hostile and under resources region in Matari space.