“The Sydnicate? Are you newly popped, or just new to the Continent?
The Syndicate are a bunch of mercenaries who want to regulate the industry. They want all ‘irregular’ operators to co-operate, agree on price, standards, and so on. Of course, the Syndicate will take a cut off the margin. Most of us disagree, and choose not to join. Balen is the biggest of the operators who refuses. He says he wants nothing to do with them, so they hate him, and try to cwoak him whenever they can.”
“Of course the local powers don’t want the irregular market regularised, as it will make things more expensive – and the Syndicate might end up being more powerful than some of the minor states. And they don’t like that idea at all.”
“Count D’Step is a pretty powerful acrobat, head of a group called “Jugglers, inc.” Bunch of sneaks, hiding in shadows and poisoning drinks. I don’t like him much, but there’s always been a rivalry between acrobats and buccaneers. Can’t explain why, must just be a whim of the Titans.”
“The Orly I sent must have Yarly been cwoaked by D’Step. He’s just playing silly games.”
“Just sit tight now, I need to concentrate for a bit.”
The flying Megadugon flies a casually erratic course over what seems to be endless hexes of water. The Ocean, perhaps? The course is generally east, but it is hard to keep track of hexes and directions. The journey is not quite gentle, and a number of the passengers are ill, to the amusement of the small crew.
As well as stack seven, there are a number of other mercenaries on board, though for the most part they keep to themselves.
Finally, with the sun setting behind them, Jax looks back at the cargo of units.
“There it is. Take a good look, folks. Not many units see this and live.”
“That’s Lord Wye Island, home of Stephanie, and the Jax Bunccanneers.”
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