Valentine and the Empire

<p>Valentine and the Night Watch were never meant for space. They're city guardsmen; men of horses muskets cold nights and bad ale. Not the endless dark of the void.</p><p>Now they're stranded aboard a warship the size of a city arguing with an artificial intelligence that calls itself <em>Caesar</em>.</p><p>Unfortunately halberds don't help much when the enemy's wearing armour. The Watch are out of their depth armed with borrowed guns facing a battle they don't understand and trying very hard not to break anything important.</p><p>They're not soldiers. They're thugs with a uniform.</p><p>Fortunately they're <em>very good</em> thugs.</p><p>Their orders are simple: don't die don't touch anything expensive and try to look like they know what they're doing.</p><p>It's all rather busy really.</p><p>And then the Emperor offers them a job.</p><p>If they can survive long enough to take it.</p>