Before the beginning of times our ancestors traveled an intergalactic course in a state of siesta.
They did so on board the Hispania , an arc filled with many lifeforms from Sol.
They originated from a technologically well advanced ancient civilization that thrived in a system called Sol.

Sol was a beautiful place fit for a warrior, the legend says that great heroes fought glorious battles relentlessly.
Humanity prospered in the art of war but this paradise could not last.
An apocalyptic event transpired , tearing the lands apart.
It was in these times our ancestors built the Hispania and embarked on their journey to Sirius.
 
Their purpose was to find new lands after Sol’s destruction and they did so , though not as planned.
En route to a destination somewhere in Sirius they remained dormant for centuries , leaving the cradle of mankind far behind their tracks.
After many years an inferno broke out inside the Hispania , awaking her passengers from their longest siesta.
Nobody knows for sure who started this fire, some blame demons while others speak about barbarians who sneaked on board before the Hispania took off.
The arc took severe damage and it became quite clear that she could no longer guarantee a safe trip for all of the passengers.

This is what triggered the bravest sacrifice of our ancestors.
In an act of selflessness , thousands boarded shuttles filled with meager supplies and set course for the nearest system, Omicron Gamma, in hopes of a better future for their brethren who stayed behind on the Hispania.
This is where our people’s history as inhabitants of Hispania came to an end.

As all endings mark a new beginning so did the end of our ancestors voyage with the Hispania mark the first steps of humanity on planet Crete,  the dark ages, and our proud rich history filled with legends and myths.
Stories were passed on from generation to generation by word of mouth to be preserved from the sand of time by the largely illiterate population of Crete.
This book attempts to capture some of these myths in order to preserve them for many generations to follow. 
So the people of Crete will never forget what makes them Corsair.

How our people regained their ability for space travel, and even building large fleets is shrouded in mystery.
However , many legends about prehistoric flight remain in our culture.
One legend tells us about a Corsair by the name of Icarus who was the son of well known cow farmer and cheese maker Daedalus. Daedalus like many Corsairs had a thing for gold , as it was and still is to this day the most common form of currency going around on Crete.
Business was going bad because many people got ill from eating his cheese, after on one uneventful day , a strange comet fell out of the sky onto his herds grazing lands.

Glaring at the sky , asking the gods for a solution , he became under the firm belief that the nearby Planet Cella Dor was made out of pure gold.
Because Daedalus fell out of an olive tree during his youth he suffered severe height anxiety.
This however wouldn’t stop him for he had a son who was just lazing around all day.
Crete in the centuries shortly after ancestors that had set adrift from the crippled Hispania made planetfall, was scarce of basic resources.
The shuttles on which the ancestors landed centuries ago were long gone , scavenged for their building materials.

Wars had been fought over these technical relics and naturally they were out of reach for poor Daedalus.

If he was going to construct a shuttle that could fly all the way to Cella Dor and back with loads of gold, he would carve it out of unsold cheese, as a symbol of his dream colliding with harsh reality.
He would then drag it to the nearby space elevator.
In those times the space elevator had two functions: ritual sacrifice to please the gods and waste disposal.
Daedalus decided to combine the two.
If the gods would truly appreciate him for offering Icarus and his unsold cheese , his son would surely return from space with the gold.

For many months Daedalus worked on his shuttle and preparing his Icarus for the journey ahead.
He thought of everything , a cow leather outer hull , a sail made out of cow hides to catch wind and a rudder made out of bone and cheese , the whole deal.

Time flew by and the moment arrived.
It was a bright and sunny day at the space elevator.
Behind Daedalus Icarus and the cheese shuttle there was a long waiting line of people with litter and offerings.
Some were throwing rocks and yelling at them to hurry up, but Daedalus took his time in giving Icarus instructions.
‘’Icarus son of Daedalus , you will please the gods and bring me all the gold you can carry!’’ the father yelled before an impatient corsair pushed the launch button.

With astonishing speed Icarus took flight.
Under the massive air pressure his shuttle quickly shape shifted into a leathercoated ball of melted cheese with bones and Icarus inside.
This is how Icarus became the first post hispania Corsair to travel space.
He also became the first post Hispania Corsair to spend roughly a year in space.
Scholars calculated that Icarus’s flightpath went straight through the suns corona towards Cella Dor , affected by it’s gravity curved back to Crete , where it would finally crash down, Ironically near the same space elevator it got launched from.

This couldn’t have happened at a better time.
Another famine broke out and the village was hungry.
Properly cooked from his space journey Icarus’s cheesy remains fed the people for months , bringing wealth to Daedalus ,
who was promptly called out to be the new village elder.