EMMA

A flag I made years ago, heavily inspired by the Red Faction videogame.

To avoid possible resource wars that would cost much more to wage than any possible benefit, in 2093 the Board of Spacefaring Nations signed the Treaty of Detroit, delegating the exploitation of Martian outposts to a monopolistic corporation in exchange of fixed shares to the board members. For that effect, the founded company was named COREL, the Colonial Resources Leasing Corp.

Even though interplanetary travel had become relatively cheap, Martian conditions were extremely rough, with air, food and water under a strict ration system, and COREL having carte blanche to lower material costs at the expense of the workers' conditions, without any kind of outer scrutiny. Still, the great mass of Earth's unemployed and convicted increased the Martian population to the hundreds of thousands during the next 50 years. For most of them, dedicated to mining, refining and engineering of military and scout drones, life was hell.

As Anarchist militants from Earth were brought by force to what already was the prison planet of Mars, they brought their ideas with them. In the tiny cells and burrows of the Martian working spaces, coded signals were exchanged; secret meetings gathered the forsaken inside abandoned corridors. And so the Engineers and Miners Martian Assembly was born in 2148. In spite of being both a guerrilla and a syndicate in a planet where both kinds of organization meant death, it had no problem to find people with nothing to lose.

For EMMA, the oppresive ways that Earth had brought to their planet had no place there. Mars was meant to be a new beginning. Mars was meant to be the cradle of human emancipation.