What could happen, Pieter? I live in some of the most secure space in the cluster, amongst the wealth of emperors, with millions of baseliners at my beck and call. i want for nothing, a member of what I’m told is a proud warrior caste, where we can aspire to be the pawns of politicians and fools within the Empires, roving bands of marauders, or even! EVEN… hired thugs.
Truly, the highest expression of our nature as sentient, intelligent beings is to murder gleefully in the name of someone else’s money. Oh, sure, some people might think it’s more worthwhile to try to build something lasting, to bring at least some form of human society to the cluster’s fringe beyond the endless hordes of impotent pirates, but I tell you, such thoughts are crap, and those who think them are just fools fellating madmen!
Some people may think such things, but we, Pieter! We are not people! We are warriors! And how better should a warrior prove their worth and place in the universe than to not just slaughter, but revel in the slaughter… as long as someone up the corporate ladder gets paid. Truly, these are enlightened times! Let all the murderous maniacs rejoice and make merry!