The end of death and destruction

Strange visions passed by as i looked over the names of mighty fine ships that have
been destroyed the past one and a half week.

Mackinaw's, Hulks, covetors, Orca's and even the more basic mining ships fell prey to the onslaught called Hulkageddon III.

I looked again and summed up the numbers in my head,

'1719 Exhummers, 717 Mining barges, 29 Industrial Command ships and 303 fellow miners
that lost more then their ship, their body and implants as well.'

These dark days in mining history are passed now and business will be as usual, where we can sit in the belts again with mind boggling nebula's and star fields as a background in our command centers.

'I am glad to slip into my trusted hulk again without too much fear of constant suicide roams' i thought, 'These missions are beginning to become a bit tedious
after so long...'

'Well they are not as boring as moving millions m3 in modules and other assets' i thought, 'but blowing up ships and the constant encounters with Sansha's Nation members put a strain on the ship and it's crew'.

'Lets get back to producing again and put a temporary end to this time of death and destruction' i said.

'Andy' i shouted to my second in command, 'order the crew to prepare the hulk and restock the crystals, make sure all the repairs are done and get of your fat ass!'

'We are going to bust some belts once more ...'

All i heard after these orders was an 'Aye Sir' and feet running off towards the
crew's quarters.

It's good to be the boss i thought....