didn’t know you were here.”
Eve chuckles, “Sure you were.” She winks at
the assassin.
“Why am I here?”
Trent says, “It’s about our government.”
“Oh?” She implies with intrigue.
“About 100 years ago, our government and
culture radically changed from being ruled by a council that was
constructed from all of the guilds to just members of the
Merchants’ Guild. They decided to create a system of ‘only
strongest will survive’ by having us kill each other like dogs
fighting over scraps to advance. At first, everyone decided to try
it and now that it is planted firmly into our way of life, it is
permanent.”
“I did some research on it. The old way we
were expanding and growing at 2% per year as an empire. But now
with this new system, we are losing growth to the tune of about 25%
as an empire. Moreover, all of the guilds, except the Merchants’
Guild, have suffered in a similar fashion. The Merchants’ Guild has
such a strangle hold on the empire that is getting more powerful at
the expense of the empire as a whole.”
“What does this have to do with you and more
importantly me?”
“The Assassins’ Guild use to be the pentacle
of hire for killing. Now any slob off the street can be hired to
kill someone, thus devaluing our services and fees. But this is
something that effects the other guilds, too, not just the
Assassins’ Guild.” Brief pause ensues.
“I believe our government is being
manipulated by an outside source, perhaps even another government.
This foreign entity is cashing in on us at the same time it is
weakening our government. My spies think it may be telepaths or
sorcerers behind it.”
“That is a stretch. Do you have any proof of
this?”
“Unfortunately no. Even my spies, who are
professional spies, keep disappearing when they get close inside
the Council Hall. The other guilds think the same way.”
“What does this have to do with me?”
“The guilds are looking to support someone
who is powerful enough to help overthrow the current
government.”
“You mean as in a rebellion, treason, that
type of deal?”
“Yes.”
“Why do you think I am this person and why
would I care about any of this?”
“We’ve been watching you. Empress Draca does
not take interest in people personally unless they interest her. We
know you have powers way beyond any normal telepath. You can take
part in shaping the new government to ensure that it is in the best
interest of the citizens.”
“And the military?”
“You mean will Scuttlebutt fall in line. He
is old school and more interested in protecting our boarders than
politics.”
“In other words, you haven’t even discussed
it with him yet.”
“I don’t see why he would mind if the new
government didn’t affect the military that much.”
“I don’t like the current system we have, but
I am not sure I am ready to revolt just yet. Besides, I have a
pressing matter I must attend to in sector nine first. I will be
gone for a few months.”
“The war zone? Why would anyone want to go to
an area that is being fought over by several empires?”
“That is my business. I tell you what, when I
get back, we can deal with this issue. One revolution at a time. I
need to leave now. I will speak with all of the guilds when I get
back.”
“Very well. Thanks for the audience, Lady
Eve,” Trent says wondering what she meant by one revolution at a
time.
***
Down in the lobby of the hotel, Meek, Shawn,
and Python get their weapons from the front desk. Gothica walks up
to them and says, “Lady Eve wishes to talk with you Capt.
Meek.”
“Oh, sorry, but we were just leaving. Got a
ship to catch and all,” Meek says in a hurried blur of words.
The arachnid pulls out all four of her
blasters with blazing speed, “I must insist.”
“Woah, chill babe,” Meek says in a panic, as
his two friends freeze.
“Besides, she just wants to hire you for a
job.”
“Oh, well, why didn’t you say so?”
“Here