Twisting In The Wind

Posted on Mon Apr 23rd, 2012 @ 4:12pm by Captain Alexander Gunning & Lieutenant Commander Nilani Prax

Mission: The Mystery Men of Mira
Location: Marauder Thrall [Main Bridge]
Timeline: MD03: 0943hrs.

[ON]

"No, Daimon. Frankly I don't care about your desire for profit. Not today at least." Thant hissed quietly in the ear of the Daimon in command of the Marauder Thrall. "I have a chance to quadruple our profits in this region by simply sitting down and talking to some Federation... hew-mon and here you are, trying to make me late."

"Ambassador Thant, I don't think you understand the cut you could make from this deal, all we have to do is meet with one cargo vessel outside the Federation jurisdiction zone." The Daimon replied, clearly becoming agitated at the long-sightedness of the Ambassador. Who would let the promise of long-term profit stand in the way of short-term gain? "Helm, take us to the rendezvous point."

"Helm, you will do no such thing!" Thant cried out. "Maintain course for Starbase Three-Three-Two! Daimon, do not make me call head ambassador Gart up here."

"No need!" the afore-mentioned ambassador called from the rear of the bridge. "DaiMon Krull, I do hope that you haven't forgotten the little favour I did for you a couple of years ago? Regarding your brother and a rather unpleasant Tholian prison sentence?"

The Ferengi Daimon's breath fired out of his nostrils in a violent, guttural grunt. "No, I have not forgotten, Ambassador."

"And of course," Gart continued. "You haven't forgotten that little business involving the embezzling of Senator Kre'ton of Romulus? It would be a terribly costly ordeal if he were ever to find out about the doctored ledgers that I hid for you."

"Fine, you've made your point, Gart." The Daimon acknowledged as he turned to the pilot of the Marauder. "Keep us on course for Starbase Three-Three-Two. These diplomats don't value the pursuit of good, honest latinum."

"On the contrary, Krull," Gart's smirk almost spread across his lobes. "I plan on extorting plenty of profit out of the Archans whilst we negotiate with the hew-mons."

The Ferengi Daimon took a moment to allow the comment of the Ambassador to fully meld itself around his synapses. He turned round and looked the man who had proven himself to be a shrewd negotiator on many occasions. "What are you planning, Gart?"

"All you need to remember Krull is the two hundred and eighth rule of acquisition," the senior Ferengi responded, before turning and making his way off of the ship's bridge. "And if your lobes aren't big enough to figure it out," he called back over his shoulder. "Then they aren't for business."

Thant followed his boss from the bridge with a wide grin on his face.

The CONN officer turned to Krull, with no desire to report the helm's status. "We are approaching Starbase 332, sir. We will be within docking range within the hour."

"Fine." Krull huffed. Gart was probably right. Sometimes answers were more dangerous than questions.

[OFF]

Daimon Krull
Commanding Officer
Thrall

Gart & Thant
Ferengi Ambassadors