DOTLAN EveMaps

For eons the tendrils of The Trade Commission weaved their way through the highest echelons of the Empires, routing wealth and influence, trading power and ISK through government back rooms. Their veins filled with liquid ISK, breathing in the heady aroma of currency and power.

The Trade Commission exists outside the laws of common men, untouchable by all, obtainable by few. The organisation a well oiled machine providing anonymity to pauper and prince alike, operating in the secrecy of the veils of phantoms.

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If you need to make contact, please evemail the CEO.

WARDECS ARE POINTLESS AS THIS IS A STATION TRADING CORP.