Junebug frowned at the hand, she had hoped to win the trick but she was pleased to have found where the Royal Council was. Andor's Armored had seen alot of action in the ten years Sayeeda had served with them. Protracted periods of peace are not good a mercenaries bottom line. More often than not she had fought for the side of nobles and oligarchs against other rival houses, although she had done her share of suppressing rebellions and crushing insurgencies. War did not have a moral component to her, it was a business deal, and talk about freedom and other such abstracts made her subtlety uncomfortable.

"Well it certainly seems like you have seen your share of action," she said judiciously before laying down a string of pentacles to take the next three tricks and switch the trump back to swords. It was difficult for her to gauge what such experience meant as combat quality varied a great deal among what she thought of as indigenous units, or indgies. Most recruits for the Armored came from experienced local personell who had an interest and an aptitude, or like Sayeeda from academies from a handful of more developed worlds.

"Well I for one hope there isn't any shooting, any more shooting I should say, on this particular run." Prince of Swords, Hierophant, Queen of Swords.

"Although from what I've little of hear there isn't much chance of that." Sayeeda had seen alot of worlds run by self styled strongmen and they usually tended towards a bunch of drunken thugs swaggering around with too much weaponry and not enough discipline and if there was a civil war going on that would be doubly true.

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