"What did you do to convince them to work for you?"
Darius's question was pointed and sharp, his voice full of accusation and hatred. Phillip lazily held his hands up, still restrained to the table, and suppressed a smirk, clearly happy to have shared some of his grief.
"Don't shoot me, I just did my job. Most of them were easy enough. Promise them a couple of credits or a shiny new relic, and they were almost too happy to join us. The tricky ones were the idealists, the political types who had issues with the way things were run here."
His face puckered up as if he were sucking on something sour.
"I had to make all sorts of promises to them. Most want some kind of voice in how the Senate would run the Fort once we won. Others wanted vengeance against the High Elders. You have no idea the kind of hoops I had to jump through to get approval for those kinds of things."
Darius scoffed.
