“…and in exchange, you can keep anything you loot.”

“You’re not too clear on the concept of ‘mercenaries’, are you?”

“We’re fighting to overthrow our oppressors!”

“So, it’s a good cause. My livers are quiverin’… You want goodwill rates? Fine. I’ve got my own bills to pay. Food, fuel, ammunition, transport, medical, battle-damage, and – oh, yeah – mercenaries. Who negotiate their pay rates with considerable vigor. So guarantee to make up six points over expenses minimum if the looting rights don’t work out at three-quarter valuation, pay our death-and-rebirth benefits too, and we’ll win your war for you.”

“You are a mercenary!”

“Proudly. And 24% up front in hard cash – not local currency – plus reflux bonds.”

“24- Your brag sheet said 12%!”

“That was before you tried to pay me in looting rights.”

“And the reflux bonds?”

“Do you want a company of underpaid, unemployed mercenaries hanging around your planet?”

– mor-Lissek Galek negotiates a contract