Sons of Shubin / ANTICORP

“My father worked the mines. His father worked the mines. His father before him? Also worked the mines. My mother was a trader from out of town. When things were slow she’d take her cutty black and do some trade routes to make ends meet. She’d be gone a few hours sometimes at first, but as the corporations began to ship back their mining equipment, it became a few days at a time. We needed more money and relied more heavily on her skills for income.

What I didn’t know was that she had become the pirate queen of the area, terrorizing the mining corporations and stealing as much as she could from them as they slowly slinked away from our planetary system—leaving behind a burned out husk with few natural resources. My father died angry, sitting in his Greycat roaming the wastes trying to pick whatever was left from the bones of this dying world. I refused to do that.

My mother taught me that the planets, the moons, are sacred and their resources are to be respected and conserved. Greedy corporations and thoughtless miners hungrily gobble up the ground they stand on without any concern for what they take away. They take and take and take but rarely give back. We are the Sons of Shubin. We are the forgotten children of those barren dusty worlds that refuse to squabble over the scraps of hadanite the larger corporations leave behind. We want payment for what they have done and what they continue to do and we want it in blood.”