A number of corporations have risen to a degree of notoriety and acclaim since the Catastrophe, growing and stepping in to fill the void in needs and services created by the Catastrophe. Some are, perhaps inevitably, less reputable than others while others purport to having only humanity’s best interests at heart. In either case or anywhere in between, the current climate that puts survival of the species at the forefront of our list of priorities makes the perfect breeding ground for a handful of powerful organizations to end up with corporate control of various aspects of what is shaping into day to day life.
Ajax Arms and Armors
The best defense is great offensive capability.
Originally funded by the Gaule Protectorate, Ajax Arms and Armors has since come into its own and far outgrown any requirements for government funding (though they do still maintain a fairly lucrative contract of exclusivity with the Gaule). With a penchant for crafting highly effective weaponry that deal death in a manner of creative methods, Ajax has, in the years following the Catastrophe, grown quite popular indeed.
Historically, Ajax was a mercenary group that was paid handsomely to undertake certain black ops missions that governments or corporations did not necessarily want to be associated with. Their line of work being particularly high risk, the group tended to use the bulk of their profits to pay in house engineers to craft and maintain their gear to the highest of standards.
Before long, the quality and performance of both their offensive as well as defensive gear began to become the subject of much praise among various organizations and thus, one day, they received a request for equipment rather than manpower. Recognizing the opportunity this afforded, both in terms of credits but as well as a much safer route of business, Ajax Arms and Armors was soon born.
Allow us to fit you with excellence.
Your galaxy's purveyor of VIP goods and specialist services.
This intrepid corporation found success by marrying expert scientific know-how with savvy high-end retail strategy. A group of scientists, rumoured to have once worked for Benevolent Dynamics, took their intellect and scientific discoveries to the market. Combining nanotech with powerful biochemical cocktails, they produced a number of products and services that help customers push way past their bodies limiting endurance levels when required. Hemmingway’s considers each sale of their products as entering a solemn partnership with their clients. Once on their list, one is considered to be part of a highly stylish and well looked after community.
The Hyperdashery is committed to ever-evolving excellence and invests a bulk of their profits into acquisition of the very best hardware and personnel in order to ensure that they may continue to provide a consistently high level of service to clients in any given corner of the galaxy, irrespective of faction or creed (provided they can pay).
Hephaestus Weapons Tech
Keeping your kill count up since 20PC!
One of the more notorious corporations currently operating in the galaxy, HWT has risen to infamy as well as success during the events following the Catastrophe. One of the most common legends about the beginnings of this mighty conglomerate of high tech guns and ordnance dates to the years just prior to the Catastrophe. A brother and sister team of professional scavengers who made a fairly lucrative living, so the story goes, lucked across the site of a massive battle – a battle with no winners, but two losing sides and scores of casualties. With a morally questionable but undeniably genius retail strategy in mind, they gathered the weapons and identification details from the corpses and swiftly set off to visit the families of the fallen. Using a personalized style of guerrilla marketing that targeted families of the fallen, the pair apparently developed and fueled multiple feuds that lasted for several cycles, and of course provided them with an endless cycle of weapons and gear. The plan worked like a charm, and by the time anyone caught on they’d become rich enough to start manufacturing and selling their own battle tech.
Today the titan of weapons manufacturing is known for its friendly advertising slogans advocating the death and/or dismemberment of your enemies, and an approach to business ethics that is casual at best.
Little Earth Paper Products
L 726-8 Jump Gate is the sole source of a special type of plastic created out of the pulp of refined plastics instead of trees. A cult-like group known as "The Roswell Division" is the sole manufacturer of the product, which is a cheaper, more easily accessible alternative to paper. Little Earth Paper Products is very secretive of its manufacturing process and none have been able to replicate it as of yet. Off-station imports of Little Earth Paper Products are one of the main sources funding the "Roswell Division" group and the L 726-8 Jump Gate.
Moemedi Medical Supplies
When you don’t have time to bleed.
In a galaxy full of danger, Moemedi Medical Supplies (MMS) provides valuable life-saving products and services. This no-nonsense provider of medical solutions has been known as the best option for patching yourself up after a firefight for a number of cycles now. The company got its start as squads of battlefield medics who tended to the wounded and saved soldiers regardless of side or affiliation. While they didn’t require payment for their services, they did accept credits and other valuables when they were offered in way of thanks. Many combatants happily gave away their plundered loot in exchange for keeping a limb or organ intact, and Moemedi’s business began to expand.
Moemedi continues to prosper today, manufacturing and selling meds, stims, and 3D printed organs that provide their customers with a second (third, fourth, or even twelfth) chance at life. Thanks to government contracts, they operate many sick bays and cloning centers throughout the galaxy, and many medics start their careers with the company.
Taste sold Separately.
The Sinclair family was one of the first groups to jump onto the organic 3D printing game after Moemedi Medical started churning out medical supplies after the Catastrophe. Siobhan Sinclair, the matriarch of this old family that predated the catastrophe, spent what little remained of her clan's fortunes buying an old 3d printing machine off Moemedi and transporting it to her home station of Ghost of Mali. There, she had a team of engineers and biologists working tirelessly to produce a viable cocktail of nutrients they could use as a base fuel for organic food replacements. Their dogma was that it didn’t have to taste good, only keep people alive.
On 34.59 an accord was reached with Moisson Station, they chose various molds and fungi as their base ingredient and began churning out all manner of edibles to send to every station for a modest fee. As the business began to boom, so did the product. Now, various artificial tastes can also be added to the production after the fact. It’s still mycelial, but it can be printed and artificially treated to look and taste with whatever one desires (to a certain degree of success).
Food for Thought.
The Catastrophe affected everyone; in most cases, the effect was death. Those few who managed to survive scraped by in any number of ways. Some resorted to cannibalism, others to creative ways of farming mold, others just fared luckier. In the case of Vladimir Fitzhenry’s great grandfather, it was promotion, gastronomic skill, and a stranded ship with a fully stocked larder. Vassili was just a chef on the intergalactic cruise liner Diomedes with a ship’s complement of well over a hundred individuals, both guest and crew. The Catastrophe assaulted the ship’s systems, infected critical networks and causing deadly chaos throughout the vessel. After the crew was able to restore some semblance of order, it transpired that Vassili was the highest-ranking surviving member of staff.
The Diomedes was dead in the water, so to speak, and the highest ranking officer was a chef. With no way to get the engines any power and barely any life support, he did what he knew best, he fed people. For seven cycles the Diomedes drifted through space, and while its primary function meant it had an extensive storage of vacuum sealed foods and even a fairly efficient water reclamation system built in, its larder grew emptier and emptier. Vassili was a world-class chef and it is said that even when the food was whittled down to the barest of rations, he somehow always managed to mold it into what appeared to be a king’s feast.
Vassili died some cycles before rescue came, but he passed on his knowledge to his daughter. When the Diomedes finally made contact with rescue vessels of the Gaule Protectorate, she brought her father’s skills to what remained of humanity when she set up shop on Bordeaux Station. There she trained dozens of cooks, including her son Vladimir who now runs the family business. Now, anyone who could provide them materials and credits would find the heartiest possible meal crafted.