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Notes and Observation of the Habitat of the Spaceship

Excerpt from Origin of a Spaceship
Personal Journal, POCO (Planet Orbital Collections Objects)

Notes and Observation of the Habitat of the Spaceship

It is but the nature of mankind to tame as he passes. The wild lanes of space become peaceful, pastoral lands. The rolling nebula and wild planets become dotted with mining barges and haulers grazing on belts and hauling the loads of men. The need to domesticate the land is a motivating factor that pushes out through the edges.

The development of the POCO (Planet Orbital Collections Objects) is one such thing. It would not be surprising to leave these structures out of the Encyclopedia Spaceshiptanica for they are nether natural nor unknown. These structures were originally made to fuel weary barges and store supplies thrown into orbit from the planets. Over time they became Oasis in systems. Places where both tame and wild spaceships come to drink and to hunt. The adaptation of Spaceships to POCO are what brings my pen to paper for a notation of this unnatural habitat.

In the heart of the Empire spaces one rarely sees anything more predatory than a Catalyst or Thrasher. Occasionally, Tornadoes driven by hunger to High Sec may appear. These various predators are out of their element and regularly hunted down. There is a price for this relative safety. Oasis are heavily taxed and monitored and wild haulers are almost never to be seen. Instead, these are well worn paths with corrals and long lines waiting to refuel and gather supplies.

One of my early questions was, "How do these things prosper outside of the empire?" It would seem to my unfiromed view that a large amount of time and energy would go into creating these structures. However, outside of Empire Space these Oasis are created and tended by Corporations of independent pilots. CONCORD has sold the structural rights for these Oasis. Once situated they are surprisingly sturdy and the local Spaceships appear to adapt to them at a surprising rate.

One corporation CEO explained to me that it was, "just another hunting ground." It seems that while structurally similar in shape and use the situational variants of non-empire POCOs create a diverse feeding ground for both the occasional wild hauler and the roaming fleets of predatory spaceships. Interplanetary commerce must continue it seems and territorial battles rage throughout the private corporations as they wrestle for control over rich resources.

They leave the resources open to others. It still draws in the wild haulers and the deep space voyagers with their quiet caravans. Lone hunters prey upon them and fleets seem to gather at them for short periods of rest. Even now as I observe the flash of the beacon outside of my window a fleet of cruisers rests a short bit off of the Poco, gorged from battle. In the distance a few still harry the empty hulls, salvaging the bits that remain. The blue flicker of their salvagers are faint to my eye but bright and clear to their sensors...



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