She had won. There was no one left to fight.
Kira stood on the observation deck, watching the Generator in the distance. It was still humming. Still pouring out its endless blue bounty. But her tanks were rusting. Her soldiers had deserted to become miners and merchants. Frontier had disbanded entirely. She had won
For the third week, the economy of both corporations collapsed. When a resource is infinite, it becomes worthless. The Generals could no longer pay their troops. Mercenaries laughed at the offer of "unlimited Crystals." What good was a mountain of fuel if there was nothing to buy? It was still humming
Unlimited Crystals.
For the second week, something strange happened. Soldiers stopped fighting. They just… farmed. Why risk dying when you could just stand near the Generator, let the Crystals pile up, and trade them for luxury goods from the black market? A Crystal was no longer sacred. It was as common as Martian dust. Her soldiers had deserted to become miners and merchants
Kira took a single tank: a stripped-down, silent Viking with no weapons, only a maxed-out overdrive. Speed was her only shield.