It was said that every person on Earth owned a star in the sky. This was in the days when the world was trapped in eternal night, and people struggled to breathe the oxygen-deficient air while stubborn dots of light refused to yield to a blue sky that would never come. The sun, when it was visible, took up a good part of the sky, and if you looked at it through sunglasses it appeared very highly defined. If you looked at it without sunglasses you would go blind.
The company that gave people stars was also the company that controlled the whole world from behind the scenes. Their headquarters, a black-metal space station built around the sun, looked a lot like a scary evil death ray bomb from an old sci-fi movie. From the station The Company could see everything, and if someone wanted to know which star was theirs, all they needed to do was shout loudly and wave their arms. But everyone was too busy to bother.
Many tried to find their stars without The Company's help. They spent years of their lives hopping from planet to planet, looking for a sign that it belonged to them and wondering what such a sign would be. The Company did not care about these people. They never lasted long, anyway.
At the time there was a gazebo in a garden that was owned by The Company. Inside the gazebo was a pedestal, on which sits a beautiful glowing pink glass tetrahedron. It was rumoured that if you touched the tetrahedron your life would be better. It was The Company that started this rumour. The rumour is a lie. The moment someone takes the tetrahedron off of its pedestal, their eyes get wide and they seem to get weaker and weaker until they no longer control their own body. No one is entirely sure what happens during the hypnosis stage. Perhaps the person goes home and goes to sleep, or maybe they go out and ride a bike. But sometime during the victim's hypnotic leave-of-absence, they send signals to The Company's headquarters. Upon waking, the victim is delighted to discover that The Company had willingly handed over the coordinates to their own personal star and had even left a note encouraging them to journey to the star and build a house on the planet there. Start a new life, says the note. Bring your kids.
When the victim settles down into their new home, The Company's ships arrives and pours cement over the entire surface of the planet, killing the victim and their family and effectively rendering the planet and its star system useless.
Because no one would seek the tetrahedron unless they thought it would make their life better. And if they wanted a better life, then clearly they were unsatisfied with the one that they were already living. And StrexCorp couldn't have that, could they?
StrexCorp, giver of stars.