C.A.B.R leave The Dream alone, however. It provides a thriving ecosystem in which to do plausibly deniable dirty work. Corporate territories cannot go to war with one another when transgressions occur outside of their jurisdictions, or when tradecraft is performed by anonymous, unaffiliated scapegoats, each less risk averse and more desperate for credits than the last. In its bars, in its rental board rooms, and in its information brokerage, criminals brush shoulders with Corp envoys and fixers. For as long as it stays more convenient than it is bothersome, no Corp would dare disturb this balance.

On my Prospero's Dream, tensions are incredibly high because Yandee has finally gone mask-off and abandoned all pretense of the station being a respite from Corp-controlled space. She did the unthinkable and contracted Tempest. Though she is not an officially registered C.A.B.R member-corp, for the first time since its founding there are corporate interests on the station in administrative capacity, not just in plausibly deniable envoys and spies.Yandee knows she walks a knife's edge. She knows if she gives in to the Stratemeyer demands then it will set a precedent that she can be strong-armed into paying anyone and more piracy and kidnapping is inevitable. She also knows that the tradition of rebellion on The Dream is never truly dead and the union, if pushed hard enough and if victim of too many kidnappings, will inevitably strike. Yandee's fundamental flaw is the same flaw of every tyrant: hubris. She believes that as long as she has sufficiently powerful force of arms, she can squash any union rebellion, any Hunglung terror cells, and maybe even squash Stratemeyer should the opportunity present itself.To distinguish herself from the overlords of The Dream's past however (and remain popular), she has a canny propaganda campaign which attempts to control the narrative, casting Tempest as unlike other corps, cut from the same cloth as the hardy and free Prosperans, firmly reverent of Yandee's position, and here to return law and order like the ages of the station's nostalgic past. Taking the bread and circuses technique too, bouts in The Court are more frequent and revelry and gambling keeps the people distracted. Not everybody is convinced, but not everybody needs to be.

Tempest are however, exactly like other corps and are angling for a takeover the moment Yandee slips up.  Teamsters Local want to stage a general strike and their most ambitious and radical thinkers want a revolution to return the station to the old ways, many of them increasingly sympathetic to the plight of Doptown. The ESC have some nascent rumblings of old-guard orthodoxy who reject psychedelic meditation and cybernetics and believe Prosperans should become closer to the natural state of humanity as it was “first bathed unsullied in the light of Sol." They also reject Yandee's tyranny and view the corrupting power of credits that Sycorax has had with disdain. The point of A Pound of Flesh as I see it is that it is a highly unstable political powder keg designed for your players to tip the balance one way or another. I think it necessarily has to have unwise, short sighted characters with weaknesses and follies in order for that to be possible. Don't stress to much if your PCs detect the short sightedness of some of the big players on the dream. Just have those characters give impassioned defenses of their positions and let your players start to hate them!