The Buccaneers Bay

[Unseelie]

Trafalgar had once been larger, with habitation domes and commercial rings stretching out from the main spire. A shipyard and a smelting facility, everything a growing empire needed to scrape its way to ascendancy. Everything, that is, except for space. The Bretonian Bucaneers had the misfortune of setting up shop far to close to the Great House of Bretonia, and this was the same weakness as it was a strength: they had no need to go far afeild to draw in their lifeblood, but neither did the BAF have any sort of logistical problems reaching them.

In 565, the Bucaneers touched off a war with Bretonia by killing King William I, and by 589, the last of their people had been captured. A few fled to other nations, one family in particular to Crete, where they established the Blys Estate.

Trafalgar didn't stay long dead, of course. The combination of proximity to jumpholes and tradelanes made it too rich a spot for an outpost. Soon, beside the hulks of two Nessie Class Battleships, the Junkers would pressurize one concourse after another on the old hub. There were, perhaps, histories, buried somewhere here.

Catalina A Blys hoped so, as her gladiator scraped slivers of steel off the landing bay. She'd never been particularly good at setting down.

"You're going to pay for that, Ma'am" Station control said briskly, after outlining their depressurization schedule.

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