Nah, you're still not getting it. No one hires me.
My other half is a Picket Ship. It'd hang around waiting for trouble, that's all. Keeping its metaphorical ear to the ground on the off chance that something worthy of teeth-bared, claws-out engagement blows up in its particular patch of the galaxy—so it could make the fuckers who started the whole thing regret every choice that led them there.
[He levels an assessing look the god's way, considering the things he's heard from Tezcatlipoca's introduction and from other conversations going on as a result of it. This god, he decides, would hate to know the extent of the ship's power, and how little of it actually ever gets used for anything at all.]
It's boring, mostly. The Culture hasn't gone to war for the better part of 1500 years, and the last time it did, casualties numbered in the hundreds of billions. Presence of myself and my peers was meant to prevent any overly feisty shit-kickers from resurrecting the idea of war as a conflict-resolution method.
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Nah, you're still not getting it. No one hires me.
My other half is a Picket Ship. It'd hang around waiting for trouble, that's all. Keeping its metaphorical ear to the ground on the off chance that something worthy of teeth-bared, claws-out engagement blows up in its particular patch of the galaxy—so it could make the fuckers who started the whole thing regret every choice that led them there.
[He levels an assessing look the god's way, considering the things he's heard from Tezcatlipoca's introduction and from other conversations going on as a result of it. This god, he decides, would hate to know the extent of the ship's power, and how little of it actually ever gets used for anything at all.]
It's boring, mostly. The Culture hasn't gone to war for the better part of 1500 years, and the last time it did, casualties numbered in the hundreds of billions. Presence of myself and my peers was meant to prevent any overly feisty shit-kickers from resurrecting the idea of war as a conflict-resolution method.