So I've not forgotten about this idea. I have, in fact, been spending my free time marathoning UC Gundam... mostly while playing Gihren's Greed. It's been giving me no end of ideas, which needed to be put in order.
So I think I'm going to change gears. I'll get back to individual 'corps later; for now, I'm going to develop the setting a bit more, starting with Earth.
Earth is a shadow of what it once was. The megacorps have long since moved their operations off-planet, taking their employees with them; as a result, the planetary population has shrunk from an approximate ten billion in UC 0001, to a mere two billion as of UC 0079. The remaining megacorp presence is barely sufficient to be called a token; most of it consists of vacation estates for the elite, a few stores catering to the earthnoid population, and the guard forces necessary to secure both.
With the departure of the megacorps, Earth was thrown into chaos. Imagine what would happen if your government- and four out of every five people in your country- simply left. That's essentially what happened, albeit over the space of multiple decades, planetwide.
The remnants of Earth's old governments, the nation-states, came back into the picture at this point. Funded and led by old, rich political families, governments began to coalesce. Order began to be restored- first within old national borders, and then outside of them, as viable governments stepped into areas that failed to recover on their own. When the dust settled, there were ten governments ruling the world between them.
The new Earth governments... aren't really that 'new'. When the 'corps went to space, all the old elites, the ones displaced during the war? They came right back, picked up the pieces, and got back to ruling the world... powerful as ever, and far more bitter.
Case in point? Jaburo, the greatest military base ever constructed. Built underground, so that the 'corps couldn't find it, and can't bomb it from space. Mobile, self-sufficient, and capable of creating weapons at a frightening rate- that way, corporate forces can't pin it down, can't starve it out, and can't attrite it down. Jaburo is the key to Earth, and its ace in the hole against the spacenoid megacorps.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
So I think I'm going to change gears. I'll get back to individual 'corps later; for now, I'm going to develop the setting a bit more, starting with Earth.
Earth is a shadow of what it once was. The megacorps have long since moved their operations off-planet, taking their employees with them; as a result, the planetary population has shrunk from an approximate ten billion in UC 0001, to a mere two billion as of UC 0079. The remaining megacorp presence is barely sufficient to be called a token; most of it consists of vacation estates for the elite, a few stores catering to the earthnoid population, and the guard forces necessary to secure both.
With the departure of the megacorps, Earth was thrown into chaos. Imagine what would happen if your government- and four out of every five people in your country- simply left. That's essentially what happened, albeit over the space of multiple decades, planetwide.
The remnants of Earth's old governments, the nation-states, came back into the picture at this point. Funded and led by old, rich political families, governments began to coalesce. Order began to be restored- first within old national borders, and then outside of them, as viable governments stepped into areas that failed to recover on their own. When the dust settled, there were ten governments ruling the world between them.
The new Earth governments... aren't really that 'new'. When the 'corps went to space, all the old elites, the ones displaced during the war? They came right back, picked up the pieces, and got back to ruling the world... powerful as ever, and far more bitter.
Case in point? Jaburo, the greatest military base ever constructed. Built underground, so that the 'corps couldn't find it, and can't bomb it from space. Mobile, self-sufficient, and capable of creating weapons at a frightening rate- that way, corporate forces can't pin it down, can't starve it out, and can't attrite it down. Jaburo is the key to Earth, and its ace in the hole against the spacenoid megacorps.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.