This channel will be used to Store The ZoE CEO Bios. It may be expanded later to encompass other ZoE personnel but for now only CEOs may upload to this channel.
I shall start with my own biography.
Name: Claroke Goldenton
Age: 38
Date of Birth: February 18, 780 A.S.
Height: 1.8 Meters (5'11")
Weight: 67 Kg (145 lb)
Nationality: Libertonian
Hair Color: Light Brown-Blonde
Eye Color: Blueish-Grey; Somewhat Dark.
Place of Birth: Planet Manhattan, New York
Occupation: Chief of Public Relations - Zoner Ore Extraction Incorporated
Favorite Quote: "Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds. The mediocre mind is incapable of understanding the man who refuses to bow blindly to conventional prejudices and chooses instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly." - Albert Einstein, Ancient Earth Scientist.
Favorite Refreshment: Coffee. Mainly the Caffeine. It's what keeps every Businessman running.
History: Oh my. Where to start. I suppose the beginning is the best place.
I was born on February 18, 780 A.S. I was an only child. My Mother taught literature at a University in the district and my Father worked on board the Universal Shipping Ship, McKinley. He wasn't home all that much as the McKinley made frequent trips outside of New York so I can't say I remember very much about him. Unfortunately he was on board that fateful day in 784 A.S. He didn't make it.
My mother was devastated. I was too young to understand the meaning of death but I could feel that she wasn't happy with the contents of the letter USI sent. Nevertheless, she pulled herself together and pressed on. We were living on USI property so we packed up our few things and moved to the on-campus housing. That my mother's school graciously provided us. She never re-married though. So I grew up in a home with a single parent.
In this academic environment I learned the value of education and I relished every chance I got to study language and writing. By High school I was winning writing competitions. A teacher of mine noticed my gift with words and she encouraged me to take up speech as well as writing. I was terrified. Every time I got up in front of people, with all of those eyes staring straight at me and the room completely silent, I would freeze. My mind would fail me, my tongue would practice it's Christmas bow tying, and I would be unable to do or say anything.
But, I had a great teacher who would work with me one to one whenever he could. Because of this I gradually overcame my phobia and began down the road to where I am today. Thanks to him I can now deliver inspiring speeches, participate in heated debates, and provide clear messages through speeches.
Somewhere in High School I started thinking about my future. I realized that Speech itself wouldn't get me anywhere. I'd probably end up being a teacher, or an attorney, or maybe even a politician. None of these jobs appealed to me. Attorney's had jokes made about them, politicians always had to take sides and most often turned out to be corrupt, and teachers? Well, being a teacher is ok but I didn't think it'd be right for me. It looked like the gift of words and speech, while useful for some things, were not the ticket to success in the current day and age.
I browsed around doing some research about what my talents might be used for. I found nothing that appealed to me, at least, not in the search results. It seemed that every page I entered, every push of the button, made an ad pop up for Universal Shipping, Agiera Technologies, Synth Foods, etc... Something in my mind clicked.
These people must be doing something right, their names are everywhere. Maybe... Just maybe... Business is the key to success.
On that thought I started researching just what running a business involved. I found that a lot of math was involved and, while not my strongest area of study, I was pretty sure I could bring it up. There was something about it, about having my name plastered across an Ad, that made me sure that business was the place for me. To this day I can't pinpoint the exact feeling, but whatever it was it started me down that road and it's led me here.
I started devouring books about business, economics, practical math, and all other things I thought might help me later in life. I paid more attention in Math classes. I even hunted down my teacher after school if I hadn't understood a particular concept. Sure enough, I began to do better and better in math. With that weakness overcome, I was feeling mighty fine about myself. I figured that there was nothing I couldn't do if I'd simply put my mind to it.
Then came confusion. Chaos even. It was 800 A.S. and things were happening. Strange things. The Police harassed innocent civilians, crime rates exploded, and worst of all, War. The colonies were on the verge of open war. Fearful people started stocking up on food and supplies for what they thought was going to be the biggest war Liberty had ever faced. Desperate people turned to taking things they wanted and killing those that got in their way. Like my mother.
Gunned down returning from the grocery store by some bum who wanted the food she had just paid her hard earned money from. He was never caught, the police were too "busy" watching the news. I knew I couldn't find him. But if I could have I'd have made him pay. I'd have made him suffer pain like he'd never felt before, and then? I'd have killed him like he killed the only person who understood me.
I was bitter for the next year. I was just out of High School, young and not a possession in the world except what my mother left me. The college let me stay on campus because I would be enrolling next term. Some of my mother's friends and colleagues would visit from time to time to ask how things were going. One of them, Henry Aomori, told me to stop worrying about the past, what's done is done. Crying won't change it, Vengeance won't change it, nothing will change it. All we have to do is keep going. "The Show must go on," he said. So, I decided to do what my mother had done over my father's death. I put it behind me.
Soon enough I was engulfed by College. I was majoring in Business with a minor in Speech and Language. That combination alone forced me to move on, working to pay for college certainly didn't help free up time. I still grieved, but I didn't allow the past to dominate my future. I was going somewhere and I was going to be someone.
Those four years in college were the best in my life. I learned more from the courses I took than any amount of reading could ever have taught me. I'm convinced that without them I'd never have gotten anywhere. The experience I gathered from working in a real business environment helped enormously as well.
After my four years were up it was time to strike out on my own. The small amount my mother had left me was enough to purchase a tiny manufacturing company that generated silver-wear such as Spoons, Forks, etc. I proceeded to convert the company into a jewelry manufacturing plant. We made earrings, rings, and bracelets. I found that rather than spending time and money making intricate pieces of jewelry, the best and easiest way to make money was to buy gold, silver, even Iridium from time to time, bars, melt them down and mold them into a generic pattern that could then be molded and chiseled further into consumer products. We'd make these by the thousand and ship them off by the ten thousand.
Business was going quite well by our third year. We had contacts in all four houses that were willing to purchase our products. " had made a name for itself, and I was the one who made it happen. This time though, I wasn't going to let fate come along and steal it from me.
I started attending conferences with other businessmen from across the houses. Gathering some new Ideas and all that. I realized at one such conference that our machinery was somewhat out-dated and that, should I upgrade them, production could go even higher.
I set about finding a cheap way to upgrade our machinery. I found a private contracting company who agreed to upgrade our electrical systems and machinery in one job, for a very reasonable price.
Once that was done, production speed doubled. Oh how sweet it was, the company I had bought had doubled in its worth. With the new money trickling into our coffers, I decided to expand. I found a nice little Jewelry Crafting company and made an offer to purchase. They accepted the generous offer and I had the facilities to not only make bulk generic designs, but also specialty designs for consumer purchase.
Things were going well. Very well. The cash was flowing, the products moving, and my name was plastered across many an ad over the Neural Net.
I remember waking up one day with a desire to crunch numbers. So I decided to go over the balance books for the past year's work. I noticed two things. First and foremost I noticed how much tax we were paying to the Liberty Government. It was appalling and heart-breaking how much more money we could have had if we had been exempt from just that year's taxes. But there was nothing I could do about that.
The other thing I noticed was that the price of gold and the other materials we were buying had been steadily rising. I plotted the numbers out on a chart to better see the rise. It was subtle but it was certainly there. I was somewhat worried when I later plotted out how much we were selling for to find that its rise had not been as much as that of the materials'. I knew this was a problem. A rise in production cost must be proceeded by a rise in sale price.
I contacted our Financial advisor and got him working on the problem. A bright young man. I had nothing to fear, we'd make it work. I also decided it might be a good idea to contact the company we were buying the Gold from to see about why the price was rising.
"Ores' prices ar risin'! That's why!" Was the shrill response. I can still hear it ringing in my ears.
Ore? I suppose that would make sense. I mean, all that stuff has to come from somewhere. I decided that this was another thing that I could do nothing about. Besides, our financial advisor would think of something to solve the problem.
At the next conference I attended this subject seemed to come up more and more. Several people even said they were being driven bankrupt by the price rise. I knew that would not happen to my company, we were strong and we were smart, we'd figure some way to come out of this thing on top.
At this particular conference I met up with Chester Copperton and Lori Silversmith and we exchanged cards, got to know each other a little better. I learned that the two of them were being assaulted by this dilemma as well. Though not too seriously.
Well, ore prices continued to rise, and so did the material prices. We struggled to keep our head above the water but we managed. Keeping a nice profit margin while not making things too expensive. I was proud of my company. I figured we could handle anything that Sirius could dish out.
Then came war, and with it more Chaos. Just like what I had seen as a teen all those years ago. Rheinland declared open war on Liberty. Within 36 Hours of the announcement I had LSF agents knocking on my door, asking about what I was doing contacting companies in Rheinland. I explained that they were business partners. They didn't seem impressed.
Taxes started rising after that. Whether it was just my company I don't know, either way it was getting harder to make a clear profit. I contacted Lori and Chester about it and they responded with similar stories.
Soon, I had to make a decision. On one hand was my company that I had invested 7 years of my life into. I could keep trying to make money with it, struggling against both the ore prices and the Liberty Taxes. Or, I could join Lori and Chester in forming a new company. The Zoner Ore Extraction. We had discussed the topic on multiple occasions, jokingly then, but now it seemed like a real prospect.
We could strip ourselves of our House alignments and become Zoners to evade forever the suspicious and oppressing governments. Then we could join together and get a foot in the ore market, which we all saw was the ticket to success in the current age. This looked like a good idea frankly.
One more Neural Net meeting concluded it. We would do it. I sold Tonne o' Gold Industries to the highest bidder and, after packing up my belongings and sorting out my affairs, met Lori and Chester on Freeport 1 in Omega 3. There we became Zoners and formed what is now a Multi-Billion credit corporation, the ZoE.
I think that's just about everything.
So, Without much delay, the other CEOs should begin uploading their personal Biographies to this channel as well.
Claroke Goldenton
Chief of Public Relations for the ZoE -) End (-
Dr. Schreiber here, Head Medical Advisor in Zoner Ore Extraction Inc. Uploading my report.
--Begin Report --------Name: Claroke Goldenton --------Nationality: Libertonian --------Age: 38 ----Relationship Status/History:
Bachelor. Doesn't seem interested in raising a family. ----Education:
Went to College on Planet Manhattan. Very smart, good with figures though not his favorite subject. Loves language and writing. Very powerful debater. Good with words. ----Personality:
Seems to be a bit prideful. He is proud of his achievements and doesn't let anything get in his way. Shrewd Businessman but with genuine concern for those who work under him. Has learned over time about the best ways to make profits rise. Feels that he is an experienced businessman.
He seems to know how to get to a person. Fairly good judge of character. He knows which buttons to push to get what he wants out of a person.
Is able to keep his head under pressure and this has saved him many times. Explains why he is a good diplomat. ----Health:
Fair. Gets sick on occasion, as we all do. "I refuse to let something as small as a virus stop me from working!" he says. Could wear himself out, need to keep an eye on him. ----Summary: *Audio File Playing* Herr Goldenton seems to be a goot buzinessman. Very zmart and haz a quick wit. Can keep hiz head oonder pressure and zis has helped him many timez. I forzee no problems except zat he will wear himzelf out vy vorking too hard.*Audio File End* --End Report
That is all,
Reynald Schreiber
Head Medical Advisor, Zoner Ore Extraction Inc. -) End (-
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All Signature Payments/Donations go to "SS.Lucky.Credit" (No quotes).
"At the outer reaches of Sirius on the Corsair Homeworld of Crete, a man and a woman made a decision to leave their patron nation. Famine, pestilence and disease gripped the Corsair people as the agriculture failed to support an ever growing population. For the sake of themselves...and their expected child, they set out to the close Zoner base, Freeport 9 to find an adequate environment in which to raise the child." - Freeport 9 Resident
Thomas Mellows was born in 783A.S. on the Zoner Base, Freeport 9 from Corsair parents. The full identity of the parents are as of yet unknown, due to the lack of identification or any other kind of distinguishing item. These records were formulated after the Freeport 9 decompression in 801 A.S. which accounts for the loss of information. An effort to gain information on Thomas' parents led to a violent outburst, with an archivist ending up in the Freeport medical center for a broken nose. His residency at Freeport 9 lasted till he was 19 years of age and his documented departure was on the third orbit cycle of the second yearly quarter, 802 A.S. Thomas left in an old Civilian Eagle fighter. This fighter was once registered to his father which was in turn left to Thomas at the event of his death. No further residency was ever lodged for Thomas Mellows at Freeport 9.
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---Beginning Liberty Police Personal log No# 6182---
---Officer Jannis reporting---
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This is report 6182, Sirius Standard time....damn what day is it?...Monday the 5th, 804 A.S. Today was at best a blue milk run with little to no encounters for illegal activity. There were a few loiterers near Baltimore. Witness' claim they were preaching the Sirian Apocalypse, and the "harbingers" being some group called the "Nomads". Bunch of crazies if you ask me. Whilst doing some footwork on Manhattan I stumbled upon a vagrant at the upper levels. As ordered by my superiors I took him to the station for examination and questioning. God knows what these new tests are for, but he was there and I needed to clock in one at least. His name was...Tim?...no, Thomas. Yeah, Thomas Mellows. He had recently been fired from his freight job at Universal due to an incident . Incident being he broke his supervisor's arm for making a joke about his mother. Struck a nerve I wager. At any rate he is being held till morning. Going to see if I can direct him to someplace he can get back up on his feet. I guess you could say we all hit rock bottom sometimes.
Thomas Mellows began his racing career in 807A.S. One of the few new racers who took on the unpredictable Arrow as his first ship. Tom saw his way up to the top 20 racers. More specifically the 12th best racer of the year. Thomas Mellows current record holds at 84 wins, 39 losses and 4 draws. Tom's career spanned a 2 year tour of the Dublin Gold fields. His career as a racer was regrettably cut short as his fighter was ambushed by Mollies when doing a free space race event near the south-west gold fields. Tom survived the encounter but his treasured arrow was completely destroyed. Seen as a kind of "Bad luck" Tom lost almost all of his sponsors and closed his race records. Docking bay 2 records show his last known destination to be somewhere to the north of Bretonian Space.
Thomas Mellows arrived at Freeport 10 on the thirty-ninth orbital cycle of the fourth yearly quarter, 809 A.S. Five orbital cycles later he requested permanent lodgings at residential block seven. Thomas Mellows proceeded to join the local security force for Freeport 10 nicknamed the "10/10". Thomas Mellows served as a simple officer for two Sirian Galactic years till he was promoted to Lieutenant. Thomas Mellows continued to serve at this rank for another three years until a rather notable incident. During a sudden influx of Bounty Hunters and Outcast visitors, Freeport 10 experienced a sudden, and rather expected, rise of hostile incidents inside the station. Thomas Mellows among many of his peers in the station's security detail were involved in an incident which led to the use of deadly force inside the popular entertainment establishment, Barrier Bar. The incident led to the death of the station's Security Chief. This led to Thomas Mellows being instated in his place as Security chief of Freeport 10. Thomas Mellows remained Security Chief for two and a half years until his sudden resignation. Resignation file shows marked as "Personal". Further investigation was deemed impossible as Thomas Mellows had already left the station. Record of departure was on the twenty-third orbital cycle of the second yearly quarter, 816A.S. Ship registered as the "Ticked Phoenix" A civilian "Eagle".
***End of Archive***
...818A.S, the Zoner Ore Extraction carrier Beaconsfield. Thomas Mellows begins his recount of the last one and a half years...
This is my account of the last one and a half years as required for my continued employment in the ZoE, all records of my earlier years are kept in numerous reports from numerous sources attached to this recount...Now, to explain my sudden departure from Freeport 10. At Freeport 10 I was quite dedicated to my work, somewhat too dedicated. Regardless of this I managed to meet a beautiful woman who held equal to or less than the same affection as I did for her. We gained a repour and entered into a romantic relationship. This is where the trouble began. Some time after the Barrier Bar incident I was contacted by an outcast. This outcast was apparently related to one of the no-fire-zone violators that was shot dead in the Barrier Bar...he threatened not me but the life of the girl I was involved with. The conditions were my resignation as Security chief and for me to leave Freeport 10 immediately, most likely so they could hunt me down and kill me. Afraid for her life I resigned my commission and abandoned my post as Security Chief. I left the station without saying goodbye to her. Which I eternally regret.
I managed to reach Freeport 4 in Magellan. The ale was strong. I had indeed missed a good liberty ale. I hadn't checked my personal neural net mail for quite some time and the ale was demolishing my inhibitions at light-speed. Most of it was spam but I had received numerous messages from the same source...Freeport 10. I opened one of them and found that the outcasts had regrettably carried out their threat regardless of my following their instructions. They depressurized her unit...an instantaneous death.
I stayed in the bar for quite some time downing ale after ale. Things started to blur...the bar wouldn't stop moving and just before I started “showing the Corsair in me” on everyone in the bar...I passed out.
Now you must be wondering...why did we hire this emotionally unstable, drunk? Please...keep reading.
I awoke on a ship. My first thought was that the Outcasts had finally found me but fortunately it turned out to be a Zoner ship on its way to the Baffin system. The ship was a Zoner Borderworlds Transport owned by a man known as Xavier Triton. He had taken me from the bar floor and given me lodging for the extent I was incapacitated. We talked for some time on my intentions in life. After the death of the only woman I could ever say I loved I didn't have much to look forward to. Xavier gave me a choice, I could leave at the next base or I could continue with him and serve on his Home vessel, The Trident of Eris. Seeing as I had no options and I wasn't so down and out to accept death, I continued on with Xavier. I found myself amongst a community of people kept together by the ship they all had to work to keep operational. It reminded me of my Freeport 9 and 10 days. After a quick talk and some occupational assessment tests I was given the duty of operations officer. I was to oversee the logistical function of the ship. In other words I would be in charge of crew assignments and transfers. I served for a year as the operations officer onboard and it had helped to regain my inner peace after the events on Freeport 10.
Xavier approached me whilst in the middle of a crew report and asked me if I would consider a change in my responsibilities. At the time I wasn't adverse to seeing a change in my daily routine. Xavier went on to explain the situation at Bethlehem Station. The station had become all but lawless. Pirates and police alike used it as a battleground despite the declaration of the No-Fire-Zone. Xavier had witnessed this first hand on a brief business trip to Planet Erie and was not impressed to say the least. So he gave me the responsibility of taking my things and going to Bethlehem Station to get the station back up to Freeport standards, seeing as there was next to no one else who seemed up to the task. Many of the Zoners had turned their back on Bethlehem Station since it was constantly under the vice-grip of Liberty. I took the Phoenix and proceeded to my station, unknowing as to what I was going to encounter.
My arrival was welcomed by the older administrator of Bethelhem. He seemed like half a man, eaten away by the political pressure of all the house attention. I began by establishing my presence in the system and declared the No-Fire-Zone active and patrolled, several Zoners in the area joined my patrols and helped to make the station secure. A few engagements between pirates and some arguments between the Liberty Navy and the station was safe once more...or so I thought. One fateful morning I entered the Phoenix and proceeded with my daily patrol routine. My sensors read a Junker moored on the Freeport. This was in no way irregular but what happened next definitely was. A Liberty Navy Bomber came through the trade lane and demanded that the Junker be handed to him for crimes against Liberty. I was taken aback by this sudden declaration and asked for the pictorial evidence so I could comply with the request. The Navy pilot refused and declared that he would be bringing a fleet to further persuade me to hand over the Junker. In turn, I contacted all the forces I could to reinforce the No-Fire-Zone, although this turned out to be a moot point. The Liberty Navy descended upon the Freeport akin to a great beast descending on a helpless peasant, demanding the unconditional surrender of the Junker. I stressed to them the treaty of Bethlehem but they ignored me and again stated their demands...I refused. The Liberty Navy then went on to fire inside our space with little to no regard for our people living on the station. The Zoners in the area who were stationed to the defense of the No-Fire-Zone became enraged and attacked the Liberty Navy........
The area around Bethlehem was a sorry sight. Wreckage, and lost friends littered the area. Bethlehem had minor damage to it's outer structure, leaving leaks in the life support systems. It was a disaster. I became enraged by the sudden and barbaric attacks of the Liberty Navy. I couldn't do it anymore, I couldn't be responsible for this station knowing what gargantuan foe lay before me. So I docked with the station and advised the administrator to advise his people to abandon Bethelhem. Then I left....
To me it felt like I failed...When I arrived back at the Trident Of Eris, Xavier greeted me with a half smile. I couldn't face him at the same level, I felt like less of a man in comparison. He relieved me of all duties and gave me a luxury resident unit for some R&R. I thought about all I had accomplished in my life, which didn't account for much but a modest Security career, one paved in the blood of a loved one and the other paved in the blood of the ones who I had sworn to protect.
Xavier knocked on the door to my room and entered, holding a datapad. I arose to accept it and saw it marked from "Zoner Ore Extraction Inc."
It was a job request? A Zoner mining company? The message contained a section honoring me in regards to my work at Bethlehem. The thought of an honour confused me considering what I thought to be a dismal failure. I looked the datapad up and down. It seems they saw the glass as half full in this case, congratulating me for what I was able to save in response to a foe with almost unlimited strength....was how they put it in any case. For some reason they saw the redeeming factors instead of the emotional baggage. They saw in me the potential that they so desired. It warmed my heart.
I began my response with “When do I start?”...
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---Connection Terminated---
Regards, Security Chief,
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