Call of Mars: Corporate Warfare

It's not that I would hold it against you if you didn't believe me, but I want you to understand that before all this, Mars used to be an okay place to live.
Of course there were always some people complaining about a lingering sense of boredom or that they didn't like the fact that we used the steady stream of mutants R&D provided as additional labour, but to me those people were always simply unable to see the good side of things. Sure, life in one of Old Earth's sprawling megaslums might've been more exciting, but it would almost certainly be short, violent and miserable
And while it was true that the mutants weren't exactly a picture of trustworthiness, they worked just fine as long as you kept them in their Worker's Safety carts (called safe-cages by pretty much everyone not in matketing) and gave them a good jolt with the shockstick from time to time.
You worked at most ten hours a day and the pay was decent enough that you could easily go and grab a bugburger and soydrink from the company store before watching some light entertainment on Prime, enjoying Alexa-controlled non-organic reproduction simulation that was perfectly tailored to your interests or doing whatever else it was you wanted to do that evening.
Now people might say that I have only the limited and privileged perspective that comes with a lower middle management position, but I can't imagine that even the lowest of the packetmonkeys would disagree if I say that we had a good thing going here.
So of course the wannabe technocrats from the other side of the planet had to fuck it all up.
A dirty bomb stuffed into the back of an electric car detonated in the eastern district of Amazon City, irradiated our main distribution center and produced thousands of casualties. Of course the board couldn't let such an attack on our profit margins stand, and after short deliberation, retribution was the order of the day.
Now, some people claim that they even brought Bezos himself out of stasis to hear his council, but I honestly don't see that happening for something as minor as this.
Anyways, up went our carrier zeppelins and only hours later, drone swarms were unleashed on the outskirts of Teslagrad. The evening news spoke of a breach in the colony's protective hull and that supposedly 3 whole districts in the Muskian capital had been depressurized before the leak could be sealed off. In a way, fuelled by smug satisfaction, I assumed that this would be the end of it.
Of course I was wrong.
Instead of joining our company at the negotiation table to redraw the borders of our markets, the Muskians started an all-out offensive. Cybertrucks with mounted guns roamed the desert and engaged our security forces in costly hit-and-run battles. Their crews were excellently protected by the vehicles windows, which were unbreakable by small-arms fire, and where our men had managed to dig in beforehand, the trucks let loose hordes of flamethrower-wielding infantry to smoke them out.
All in all, things weren't looking all that good anymore.