Liquidation

        "Get me the Hoarder!" Knee Anderthal proclaimed as he climbed into his pod.

        "Not the Dominix this morning, eh?" his hangar attendant chimed back.

        "Nope. Got some hauling to do."

        "Yeah? Got a courier contract or somethin'?"

        "You could say that." Knee grinned as he stretched the pod interface skullcap over his eyes and began connecting its sockets to his implants. "I've decided it's time to clean up shop." With his free hand he pointed at the rows of packaged equipment neatly organized at the far end of his hangar. The spoils of war, nearly every piece scavenged and salvaged from his previous conquests.

        "Someone's bought all that stuff from ya?" his attendant looked puzzled.

        "Not yet." Knee replied. "But they will." He closed the pod and settled in.

        It took three trips to move his 50,000 or so cubic meters of wealth into the beehive of Jita 4-4. He was a bit nervous at first as he began calculating the net worth of the goods he was moving in each trip, but with the sight of freighters lazily drifting into and out of the station in abundance, he felt more at ease that his cargo was just a drop in the ocean.

        After the equipment came the ships. Two Wreathes, with each one carrying a Thrasher, then one final trip in the Hoarder to pick up the frigates. He only left behind a few ships, his favorites. They might still see some use, he thought. For now he just wanted to get away, but it didn't make sense to leave all this gear he had amassed, especially the laser turrets he couldn't even use. Accursed Amarr technology.

        The move was fairly easy. The selling would prove to be much more time-consuming. Playing the part of salesman was never one of his strong points. He queued up some trade skills and actually found the content relaxing as he drifted off to sleep. By day he was astounded at the accommodations provided to the capsuleer tradesmen in this station. Jita 4-4 offered personal neural market links station-wide, so anyone could monitor their bids at all times and make adjustments on the fly. Normally capsuleers took advantage of their pod's computer or station terminals to process such information. Jita's technology left them free to move about the station and take advantage of everything else it offered. It was sickeningly extravagant, and yet terribly convenient. They knew how to get people to spend, and the lavishness of the station's amenities showed just how much the Caldari Navy's cut of the action added up.

        In just a few short days he had cleaned out his inventory. He priced aggressively to sell things quickly, and surely disturbed the margins of the mainstream traders who constantly squabbled over hundredths of ISK.

        Satisfied, Knee brought his Hoarder back to base, his wallet about 300 million richer. That would buy a lot of Rifters, he thought. There was more to be done, but having a lot of cash on hand would certainly help. He queued up the third lesson on Cynosaural Field Theory as he settled down into bed. Boring material, but he would need it where he was going.