Montag is the closest city to Kilji Castle, it’s sort of the city where the soldiers like to blow off steam. You see, Emperor Kilji frequently hires mercenaries with troops for protection of his world. The mercenary can leave the soldiers there free of charge between real jobs, and the Emperor pays well for this. It’s also a place where the black market runs the strongest. You can procure anything here, with little effort. There is no ban here. After all, if you were a strong mercenary wouldn’t you rather go where you can obtain any weapon in the vast solar systems? Wouldn’t the strongest troops be marching through here just for that purpose? I guess you can’t say, no matter how self-serving, and womanizing he is, that the Emperor lacks common sense.
The buildings here are a tarnish color, stone through and through. I guess you have to rebuild less with all this stone. None of the buildings have signs or anything to signify what they were, and they all look alike. It’s supposed to be confusing for the attacker, but what about the occasional visitor? I guess they don’t get a whole lot of that here. We walked in the second building, a empty tavern. Well, almost empty, there’s about fifteen tables with chairs all around. There’s also a bar, with a bartender, but he looks like one of the soldiers.
Sertoff walked to the table in the corner facing the door, and sat in the corner chair.
Figures, you know. I walked over and sat to his right then turned back to watch as the soldier brought two opened bottles of white liquid to our table. He meekly set it down and backed away from the table in a half-bow to Sertoff. I glanced at Sertoff and raised an eyebrow.
“It’s all about control.” he picked up a bottle and drank.
“I thought it was about winning.”
He smirked, “You’ve got a lot to learn.”
Light poured in from the heavy wood door as it opened inward. Daemon spotted us and walked to the table, sitting across from Sertoff.
The soldier brought him a bottle as well and backed away in the same fashion to Sertoff.
“This can get really annoying.” I complained about the soldiers actions.
Still drinking, Sertoff drew out his blaster and shot the soldier, then he set it back in jacket. He set down the bottle and looked at me through his hair, “Satisfied?”
I blinked at him in a mild anger, then shook my head and looked away. What can I say? They’re not my men.
“Nice to see you two getting along for a change.” Daemon raised his bottle.
“Oh is that what you call it?” I asked as I started to get up to leave.
“Take it easy Assassin, you’re not going anywhere.” he said softly.
