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u'Southeastern Militia Engineering Group A68 is an engineering company operating across the southeastern theater of the war between Amarr and Minmatar. We design and manufacture weapons systems and industrial technologies \u2014 from mass-produced military hardware to exclusive blueprints and unconventional engineering solutions best kept away from people with a conscience and common sense.

Group A68 does not ask about your flag, your faith, or the reasons you decided to kill. We simply supply both sides of the conflict and accept contracts from anyone willing to pay. Our products fight each other. They kill our clients. Sometimes they even kill us too. There is no contradiction in that. Good engineering does not have to be loyal. It only has to work.

We sell to Amarr. We sell to Minmatar. We sell weapons to the very people who kill us. We sell to those who have not yet decided exactly who they want to destroy, but already know they want to hear the satisfying sound of another ship exploding and see its bright flash against the silent, dark, cold emptiness of space \u2014 a bright emotion burning through an otherwise frozen world.

War and plunder are a market where demand is born from fear and the hunger for violence, while supply is driven by greed. Amarr, Minmatar, mercenaries, defectors, pirates, marauders, moral bastards and psychopaths \u2014 to us, you are neither allies nor enemies. You are not ideologies or moral causes. You are potential clients. You are targets with wallets, sooner or later destined to be killed, yet still in need of our weapons and services.

We love money. We do not care whether it smells of blood, piracy, racketeering or madness. A fat contract has no nationality, morality or memory. Neither does good weaponry. Money does not get dirty \u2014 it simply changes hands until someone stops breathing.

Maybe you have already paid us for your weapons, and now we are handing that money right back to you \u2014 in exchange for our safety. So that our ship reaches base intact, our production facilities remain standing, and we do not get shot down ourselves. It is fair. It is very simple and logical. Even cynical, perhaps. But that is the reality in which we all work and fly.

Territorial owners change, allies betray one another, and diplomacy and agreements are what people wipe their asses with. Ships become scrap metal. But engineering remains engineering: it helps you survive a few seconds longer, kill a few more targets, and enjoy yourself before someone does the same to you.

We do not ask who you are fighting for. All that matters to us is the money paid against the invoice \u2014 and your enjoyment of destroying enemies, wealthy traders, haulers, or simply some capsuleer who took a wrong turn. If you have an enemy, we will find a way to turn them into an insurance problem.

Our engineers research new technologies while our production lines run around the clock. Our blueprints turn resources into armor and firepower, firepower into explosions, and explosions into the sound pilots keep coming back for \u2014 the sound that makes them climb into a ship again and again with a rush of adrenaline, fly into danger, and type \u201cgf\u201d with a smile afterward. We get our pleasure from the pleasant chime of money hitting the account.

That is how war works: someone kills someone else and survives, someone gets rich salvaging the wreckage, and someone else sends the invoice and rubs their hands over another completed contract. Everyone gets what they paid for. And those who pay more for better weapons and equipment tend to stay alive more often.

P.S.
Group A68 does not promise you victory. We do not promise that you will survive. Out here in the cold brutality of space, there are no promises and no guarantees. Everyone dies. But we will make sure you have time to enjoy yourself before you do.


Fly safe, o7'