Trading Place

“Grjom ?” Quinn shouted. Looking around it was a rather small, empty rectangular shop, the plastically walls held pictures of the stock but not the real things. There was semi-circular desk sticking out of the wall with some PADDs and a small box.

“Grjom! It’s Eric.” Quinn flipped the open/close sign around and walked towards the desk.

Eventually a small half Ferengi, half something else unheard of stepped out clutching a data pad. About a metre tall his Ferengi features were adorned with lines that criss-crossed across his face.

“Eric, Eric, I know I owe you but I don’t want to deal with Starfleet anymore, not after what I’ve seen happening.”

“I’m not with Starfleet anymore G. I am trying to change things. The President is eroding the system, gathering power for himself.”

“Alright Eric, what do you want.?” The Ferengi replied hesitantly.

“I want you to look at this.” Quinn said handing Grjom a Ferengi Padd. “They’re schematics for some technology you will be interested in.”

The Ferengi looked at it for a few moments. “This is dangerous stuff !”

“Yes and the energy signature it would create would be too great for me to replicate it, let alone use it. But I know you can, you’ve done stuff like this before.”

“You want me to make you one ?”

“No, no. But if you were to replicate those and sell them. You could make enough latinum for buy the FCA.”

“So you want latinum ?”

“Fifty thousand bars.”

“What ! It would take months to make that.”

“Your brother owns a bank. Get a loan from him and you can have these specs and pay it back with your first sale.”

“Look, I have been in debt since the collapse of our resistance movement. I might be able to get it if I actually had some sales, but they’re all going to Jamnars company.”

“Jamnar?”

“He’s a Telerite, came in a month ago. He has a ship down at the starport that goes a darn site faster than mine so he gets his stock in a lot faster. Small but powerful advantage it seems. I’ve been thinking of going into banking, though the market is a bit saturated right now.”

Quinn thought for a moment. “So, if Jamnar’s business was to become hampered. So you help ?”

“You better not be thinking of hurting anyone.”

“Of course not, I’ll just, modify his ship a bit.”