When the world’s ending, it’s better to drink a beer and crack a smile than to fall to your knees and weep. At least, that’s what members of this pragmatic faction believe. The Syndicate isn’t interested in the petty interplanetary conflicts going on around them. But these guns for hire are interested in dust — and all the things that dust can buy them.

If you’ve got a grudge — and you’ve got the money — head to the back of the taverna and look for the only person wearing a smile on their face.

Can you get it done? you’ll ask.

I’m in the Syndicate, they’ll reply. I always get it done. Question is, can you afford it?

“Money makes the weed go round.”