Prologue: Jetunba Do’bara — Jetunba: Reborn
In the year YC107, under the watch of the Republic Parliament and the guidance of tribal councils, a grand experiment was born in the burning heart of Amamake. It was called Jetunba.
More than a station, Jetunba was vision made steel: a sanctuary for freed Minmatar, a place where the scarred could be healed, where the enslaved could be re-educated and find kinship among their tribes once more. It was a functional, living hearth. The Republic poured resources into its construction, the tribes lent their hands, and for a time it flourished.
But Amamake is no safe harbor. The crossroads of rebellion, war, and blood, it was a place contested fiercely by the Amarr. The Freedom Transport Fleet, bound for Jetunba with thousands of rescued souls aboard, was ambushed. Amarrian loyalists and their allies struck down the convoy. One of the carriers was destroyed, and thousands died in the void before they could reach safety. The tragedy was seared into the memory of the tribes: Jetunba’s promise was written not just in steel, but in sacrifice.
As the years wore on, the Republic’s attention waned. Political infighting, shifting priorities, and new wars drained resources away. Jetunba, once proud and functional, began to diminish. Its fires dimmed, its halls grew quiet. Eventually, it became a shadow—a memory carried in chants and stories rather than in docking bays and council fires.
Yet the Minmatar do not forget.
The Rebirth
Now, in a new age of fire, the name rises again: Jetunba Do’bara — Jetunba: Reborn.
This rebirth does not come from the Republic’s edicts, but from the will of the tribes themselves, spearheaded by the warriors of the Ushra’Khan. Where once Jetunba was a state-sanctioned program, Do’bara is a tribal vow. Its foundation will not be written in Senate ledgers, but in the sweat, blood, and labor of clans, capsuleers, and warriors across the warzone.

The Ushra’Khan have unfurled the plans: a new hearth raised from the ashes of the old, built stronger, brighter, and unbreakable. In war councils lit by flickering holo-maps, their commanders have set out the first path: projects and missions to gather and deliver the lifeblood of construction.
Stones for the Hearth
Before Do’bara can blaze in the void, it must be forged piece by piece. The first missions are not of conquest, but of construction.
Ore for the Bones:
From the belts and through planetary resources, capsuleers will strip the raw ore and resources that will form the skeleton of the station. Every shipment delivered is a beam laid, a rib of Do’bara’s body.Circuits of the Enemy:
Amarr convoys crossing the Bleak Lands carry shield matrices, guidance arrays, and power cores. These will not power their war machines. They will be seized in ambush and repurposed to bring light to Do’bara’s halls.Supplies for the Builders:
Food, water, medical stores—without these, no worker can endure. Capsuleers will smuggle shipments past hostile checkpoints, ensuring that the hands which raise Do’bara do not falter.Sacrifice into Stone:
Each mission is not merely logistics. Each crate, each haul, each strike is a prayer made solid. A rivet hammered with will, a plank forged of memory, a wall raised by oath.
The Promise of Do’bara
This is no empty project, no monument of politics destined to fade. Jetunba Do’bara will be hearth, forge, and beacon alike:
A hearth for the tribes—where exiles return, where freedmen are welcomed, where clan can meet clan without fear.
A forge of defiance—where steel and fire are shaped to meet the enemy, where warriors resupply, and where rebellion is sharpened.
A beacon to the stars—shining light into the darkness of slavery, a signal to those still in chains that the tribes endure.
And so the ember of Amamake’s Jetunba stirs once more. Its memory becomes mission. Its silence becomes song. Its ash becomes fire.
The Chant of Rebirth
As the first convoys depart, a chant spreads through clans and fleets:
“Jetunba was fire, Jetunba waned.
Jetunba is ash, Jetunba is ember.
Now Jetunba Do’bara—Reborn!
By ore and by steel, by circuit and by blood,
The hearth returns.
The forge awakens.
The tribes endure.”



