It had a few hours since Richard's impressing introduction to Commodore Hunter. He had fixed the problem by replicating a few dozen uniforms. Now he was walking about the town exploring the Commerce section which seemed to be rather busy.
He walked by a store that was selling war trophies according to the owner and antiques from several worlds it was run of course by a Ferengi.
"Ah, a person who appreciates the ancient I see. I have something you might like. Colonel Tarik's K-Bar given to me personally after his engagement..." He wasn't allowed to finish as Wallace interrupted him.
"What's your name?"
"Jakin," he replied.
"I seriously doubt you have Colonel Tarik's personal K-Bar. I am not a fool. In fact I was given it by him personally 8 months ago. So don't peddle your expensive lies with me. That is all your kind do is wheel and deal and in the end all you get is money and the customer gets the short end of the deal."
Jakin slammed his fist down on the counter in a rather dramatic show of disgust which was problem cause it hit home. "Excuse me, Commander. I want your name, sir. I will report you to the FCC. And your Superior." He pulled out a PADD.
"Good. Wallace Richard," Richard said crossing his arms and giving a smug look as the Ferengi thought for a minute and it hit him.
"The same Wallace that the colonists been talking about? Chief of Security?" His look turned to one of panic.
"That is and to you it's Commander."
"Ah I do have something that you may like at the fraction of the price and it's been authenticated. I am sorry just my brother is a moron and found the K-Bar on a planet a few weeks ago. I thought it would be a good sales pitch."
"Well now I'll take it at 3 stripes of latinum with the K-Bar included," Wallace said as Jakin pulled out an old box that contained a pair of old Colt Revolvers.
"What? You have to be joking, this worth at least 5 strips."
"Three, not a bit more. Or shall we have a talk with the FCC about you selling sub standard merchandise?"
"Ok two strips and the K-Bar."
"Done. Deliver them to my quarters by 20:00 hours tonight."
Wallace walked off with a grin ear to ear. He was always good haggling with the Ferengi. After a few blocks Wallace found a place named Harps. It had an Irish Harp surrounded by four leaf clovers hanging from the front entrance.
Upon walking in Richard saw the place was a pub that seemed to be trapped in time. It had a long 20-foot bar with beer taps behind it and another counter with various alcohols. He turned to see a few dozen tables and a staircase that led to a top floor.
"Excuse me, Commander darling, would you like something?" an Irish accented woman said walking out of a storeroom behind the staircase. She seemed to be in her early 30's and was rather attractive.
"No, ma'am. I'm new here and just exploring a little."
"Well this is an Irish pub, we serve Irish ale, freshly brewed on my father's farm here on Serenity. We mix a few exotic drinks. We use real booze. Upstairs we have 6 pool tables and 4 dart boards. This place usually doesn't get real busy till after dark. Could you use a drink sir?"
Neat, an earth pub with earth games. "No, miss. Not right now. I'm just getting a feel of the town," Wallace replied.
"OK. I hope to see you back soon then, Commander."
Wallace spent a total of 3 hours walking around the town he was completely surprised by how busy this colony was. To him it resembled Earth's New York City more than a colony.
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