It is the year 2018, but it is not our 2018. It is a world of steam and sail, one where technology has not yet reached the level of the First World War. In this world it has been 140 years since The Fall – when a shower of heavenly bodies crashed into the Earth and nearly threw the planet back to the Stone Age. Nations like the Yukon Empire must now navigate a world where many areas remain mired in the savagery that overtook much of the planet in those chaotic years.
On the High Seas
The small raft bobbed on the gentle waves, a rectangular speck of wood grain brown against the deep blue of the ocean. Tendrils of smoke rose behind it from the burning hulk that was slowly slipping beneath the waterline. An hour ago the windjammer Beautiful Alexa had been cutting through the sea on its way to Australasia bearing passengers and cargo. Then a pair of pirate steamers had come over the horizon and intercepted the vessel.
After a brief fight, the Beautiful Alexa’s two 3-inch guns overpowered by the armaments of the pirate ships, the bark had been boarded. Pirates had carried off most of the passengers to sell as slaves, looted the cargo and personal possessions, and then cast those deemed unsuitable as human merchandise into the water and set fire to the hull. By the time the pirate ships had disappeared back over the horizon the Beautiful Alexa had burned to the waterline.
The raft and its occupants—nearly a dozen souls—were beginning to resign themselves to death when another ship appeared, this one flying the blue stripes and red cross of the Yukon Empire.
The Royal Palace in Victoria
Capital of the Yukon Empire
The gasps from some of the ladies present at court could be heard rising from the crowd that had gathered to listen to the Beautiful Alexa’s former second mate describe their harrowing ordeal. The man was badly wounded, an eyepatch masking a terrible burn wound from burning debris and one shirt sleeve tied off at the elbow. He had been wounded attempting to stop the pirates from carrying off a Yukon woman; by the time a doctor could tend to the deep cut the pirate cutlass had inflicted nothing could be done but remove the extremity before infection spread further up the limb.
At the front of the room, Queen Katharine Fraser Ramsay of House Victoria maintained royal impassivity, though those closest could see how her knuckles whitened as she gripped the armrests of her throne. Arrayed near her were the lords who oversaw the Yukon military, and those most familiar with the area.
The man finished his sorry tale, made his bow, and withdrew. A middle-aged man in a naval officer’s uniform stepped forward to take his place.
“My Queen, Lord Admiral, these atrocities on the high seas have gone on long enough!” A murmur of agreement rippled out across the crowd. Rear Admiral Sir Geoffry David Exeter drove a fist into his open palm to emphasize his point. “We must put an end to these piratical depredations. I served aboard a warship that patrolled those waters – the pirate scum sail from lawless ports, seize our ships with smug impunity, and then return to those cities and make a profitable trade with our enemies, and,” he added ominously, “Some of our supposed friends, from the bounties they capture.”
William Wallace Winston, First Sea Lord of the Admiralty, leaned to speak quietly to the minister of trade, who stood near enough to the queen that she was sure to overhear him. In the royal court one needed to avoid being seen as directly influencing the queen, lest other intriguers lob accusations of manipulating the sovereign. The men who controlled the various pieces of the Yukon government had become masters of saying what their queen needed to hear within her earshot.
“I wonder if we might strike at these pirates in their lairs, rather than trying to find them out on the high seas.”
The minister of trade nodded. “And if their ports of call are in fact such rich centers of commerce, perhaps it would be to our benefit to place them under more enlightened supervision.”
The queen raised her hand, a call for quiet whose formal point was to tell Admiral Sir Exeter it was time to vacate the stage but which was directed more towards her advisors. Katharine rose and took one step from the throne, bringing her to the edge of her raised platform.
“We have heard the cries of woe from Our subjects, who have suffered from the molestations of these sea brigands. In times past, We have been consumed by the needs of our people on land, and the necessary tasks of rebuilding Our civilization. But those times belong to history now. We shall not permit these bandits to defy Our will any longer.”
The Queen turned to where the First Sea Lord stood. “We have faith that Our Admiralty will make all the necessary plans and preparations, with all dispatch, for the sending of a fleet against the nest of these sea rats.”
Lord Wallace stepped out from among the members of the royal council and bowed. “It will be done, Your Majesty.”