"Vhell, vou could go into medicine, vit those zhings demolitions, maybe heavy lifting, assasination, gladitorial fights, maybe a mercenary war over gravel pits, any number of things I find, many of vhich pay just as vell as var." medic said, "And I alvays found large scale conflicts to be a bore, vhat vit ze healing, ze wounds zhat are alvays ze same type, ze waves upon waves of wounded, ze constant swarm of enemies, ze horrid food, ze awful conditions, no, I don't zhink var is ze best vay to make money. I figured zhat most other things are much more fun, and if you can make a cloning bay, you can make LEAPS in ze field of science, so, I recomend science. Zhat or pharmacudicals, if you know how to make things cheap, zhen you vill make a fortune. Or consumer products, vhen I figured out how to produce sugurs mirror, I made a fortune."
Engineer watched as the ship flew off.
"Give me a moment."
He plopped down a new teleporter entrance. He got on it, and teleported to Dace's ship.
"Now, from one southerner to another, I recomend that ya turn back now, and go back ta the battlefield. I'll make it worth your while." Dell said, pointing a shotgun to his head.
