Protectorate

Wedged between the Empire and the Corporate Sector sits the Protectorate. A rough frontier enclave of mining systems spread through the treacherous spacelanes of a supernova cluster. A lawless place.   It's a rough deal being a Marshall. They don't give you much; a silver badge, a blaster and a freighter with some guns welded to it - and they ask an awful lot in return. Keep the peace. Protect the innocent. Perserve the Protectorate.   This is the story of the Blazing Swan, and the Marshalls who fly her.