The creaking of a well fashioned hull, seemed to send out a sweet song, its chorus joined in with the rhythmic murmurs sounding out from the engine room..the light laughter and high pitches echoing like songbirds in the mid-morning breeze..yes welcome on-board the Legacy of the Northern Quadrant. These nomadic folk, are known by many names throughout the known galaxies..some call them drifters..plagued wonderers of old who only make port to resupply and live out the old ways eons before the first solar contraption ever kissed the air's currents. Then again..there are some who call them merchants..traversing the entire quadrant bearing exotic materials, fruits..and..even.. people.. Gypsies of the modern age..entertainers..who speak lost tongues..that is what those who dedicate their lives to open space are dubbed..tied to no Federation..living the way they want, taking what they want as long as no interests have collided..banding together in times of woe..and hardship..Making a good name through the work they earned through their blood and sweat.. An honest living indeed..but lo..their names have been maimed by this new era..their trade crushed to the ground..with all but one mere term..Pirates.
That is what they called these spontaneous folk now..Piracy was there new found trade..notorious..blood thirsty, greedy scoundrels that care of nothing but their own gains..hijacking ships and leaving not a trace of life some say..but hey..if no one ever survived these plights..where did the stories come from? These tales were way too colorful for the common folk who only cared about making a living..and those in the higher classes were way too busy about other things..classes..who invented such a word? Indeed..who thought it would be prudent to divide the people into grades? Well..here on board the Legacy..we have a motto..and trust me it's not blood that binds us as family..but the bond we all shared.. The children belonged to everyone-even if the brood's parents had first say in raising them their own way-as it should be-everyone just cared and treated each other as their one of their own kin..That is the nature of spending entire lifetimes on-board a secluded space..and though new blood and members were not a rarity..the bonds and stories woven into each web were. Those who fraternized with pirates..or even helped them in the most tiniest of ways..would share the same fate..suffer the payment of treason..and die..That was known..and for those who were lucky enough to find love on the other side..treasured the hearts that were given..for it was but a lifetime ago that their new foundlings had lived under the Federation..or so that was the way of things..sacrifice..but for something real who wouldn't?
The giggles from the children were all what kept everyone pushing forward with hope..for with each new generation engraved a new depth of understanding..it wasn't out with the old and in with the new..but rather..it was in with the old..embrace the new…and live to the fullest.
