Taking over the Yakuza. It had seemed a ridiculous idea when he’d first come up with it, an inspired improvisation to save his hide when the Japanese mob had sent an assassin to punish him for impersonating one of its members. If he’d thought it all the way through when he first came up with it, he might have decided on something less audacious. After all, he already had what was supposed to be a full-time job-although being a legionnaire in Omega Company, even under Captain Jester, was a good bit less demanding than belonging to most military units. But running this conspiracy was more than a full-time job.
The basic idea was simple. He’d invented a phony super family that would unite the families on different worlds, allow them to mediate territorial disputes, and to trade useful information. It was an idea whose time had come a good while back; only the inherent conservatism of the criminal mentality had kept it from coming into being. But he’d done it, essentially with no help from anyone except a few of his own family members who had certain useful knowledge and contacts and had used them to slip him information. And it had worked.
The only problem so far was that the entire superfamily consisted of Sushi and his trusty computer, a Legion milspec model, but with lots of custom features installed by Sushi himself. Eventually, he was going to make a mistake, and he just had to hope it wouldn’t be a fatal one-especially not to himself. It was probably a shortcoming in a would-be criminal mastermind, but he really didn’t want anybody to get hurt if he could avoid it. He didn’t even really want to pocket more than a tiny fraction of the Yakuza’s income. The whole idea originally had been to keep himself alive, and he’d be perfectly happy if he could continue to achieve that goal over the long term-say, seven or eight decades.