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“The Exo went pale when he realized what we were dealing with. Well, what he thought we were dealing with. I never really thought he was a paragon of courage, mister ‘I’ll-be-Captain-one-of-these-daysâ€� Beckett. He wanted to turn a blind eye as it were, and keep going. Of course we didn’t want to break the law â€� or tempt karmaâ€� so the Captain over-ruled him and decided to stop. It was. A trap, I mean. But nothing like we thought â€� not something as mundane as Corsairs. Oh, no. And it didn’t spring on us till days later, when we were light-years away.”
― Christina Engela, Space Vacation

“In the Black Palace, in the capital city below, the man know as the Patron â€� Martel the Mighty, ruler of this dark world - had packed his coffers and was now also, presumably, making good his escape. For the Corsair elite and ruling class â€� those whose hands were literally dripping blood, profiteering from the bloodshed and violence that terrorized dozens of worlds - escape was the only option left and he would not be the only one to mount an escape attempt, nor be the only one to succeed. For years to come, there would be countless bounties offered on missing prominent Corsairs that had slipped through the net, with the occasional report of so-and-so being spotted on some or other rim world, presumably sporting a new beard and a pair of sunglasses â€� which might have raised a few eyebrows in the case of the many female Corsairs.”
― Christina Engela, Dead Beckoning

“Imagine, if you will:
Meradinis!
The stuff myths are made of! The Turtle Island of the stars â€� home planet to the fearsome and once legendary Corsairs. The very name of this world immediately grabbed the imaginations of young boys and girls, and universally mesmerize dreamers and romantics alike. The truth though was less romantic â€� and as reality so often demonstrates in real life - instead rather ugly and brutal. The Corsairs were not corn-ball comics that went about with parrots on their shoulders, saying “Arr!â€� to everything they encountered. They were anything but. Behind the Corsairs and their culture lay a history fraught with a struggle to survive, a vengefulness and a cruelty â€� and a drive to survive by preying upon others that struck fear into the hearts of neighboring fringe worlds.”
― Christina Engela, Dead Beckoning

“Meradinis! Turtle Island! It was a little corner of chaos!
This was the scene the speeding black ship had left behind three days ago, fleeing in humiliating shame, those three days a constant running battle. For three days the accursed Imperial ship Indomitable had followed, firing on them at every opportunity. Death or imprisonment now awaited those who called themselves Corsairs â€� and though this death was now more certain rather than just a possibility, Sona Kilroy, or “The Hammerâ€� as he was called by his men, was not prepared to give up his freedom so easily. Piracy was his life and he’d known no other. He was tough and cruel, a despicable man, a case in point when academics quoted the barbarism by which the Corsairs had made themselves known and feared across the star systems of the peaceful Terran Empire.”
― Christina Engela, Dead Beckoning