DOTLAN EveMaps

Dam mining Kings is all but closed, who knows what terrible things happened behind the monolithic doors. On dark nights, when the moons are aligned, the spirits of long departed miners once again fly out into the cold void to chip away at the floating chunks of ice and rock.

Some say, if you listen carefully enough, you can still hear the manic laughter of the all old CEO's and directors echoing through the corps headquarters as they drove themselves insane with talk of profits and production.

The last corporation meal still remains on the main table in the corp meeting hall, rotting and putrefying into oblivion. The stench of death lingers in the airlocks and the hydroponics gardens have become stagnant swamps.

A recently recovered personnel list show the corp is still home to a hand full of pilots, but no sign of life comes from their quarters, there are no candles to light their way through the lifeless headquarters. They are doomed to lurk in the void, shunning life and being denied death. Do not attempt to communicate with them, lest the curse be passed unto you.