Latinum Talks

Posted on Mon Aug 3rd, 2020 @ 9:30pm by Captain M'Mira & Lieutenant Oliver Radrick

995 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Mission 3: Diplomacy, what’s that?
Location: Radrick's Quarters

Ferengi Ambassador Nidor's human assistant, Livia, was given the task of contacting Lieutenant Radrick regarding the fresh non replicated Slug-O-Cola. Silently, she fumed that she was given this assignment. Ever since the Trill Mahjur had come into Nidor's service, she had been pushed aside. Here, she had thought she found someone to work for that understood how economics worked. She thought her opinion was valued. Then Mahjur showed. And now, she was only consulted peripherally. Somehow, Livia knew she would have to get rid of Mahjur.

Livia stood all of five feet two inches in height. She had a short torso which was made up by the fact that she had legs that stretched for days. That was useful for her former dancing career and distracting a certain brand of man. Her hair was an uninspiring medium brown but her brown eyes were large and encouraged people getting lost in her eyes. Perhaps Nidor figures that a human would be more comfortable with a human. We shall see.

Rather than slip into Radrick's chambers during his shift, she elected to play it straight for now. She rang his chime and waited for Radrick to answer.

Radrick was pouring over data pads that he now had scattered all over his desk. He jumped slightly as the chime broke his concentration. "About time I have been waiting for the new data readings on the Santa event". He made his way from behind the desk and rushed open the doors. "Its about.....sorry I was expecting someone else." he stumbled with his words as the surprise of seeing someone other then the Ensign that was to bring him the data.

He stepped back slightly. "How can I help you?" he strained slightly as he attempted to remember who this women was but could not seem to recall seeing her in the pattern buffer data entries.

She smiled prettily at Radrick and said, "Such an open ended statement. It leaves me with so many answers that I hardly know which one to pick."

"Perhaps the one that pertains to your reason for being here." he snapped at the women who was keeping him from finishing his investigation into how the Santa got aboard and past all scanners and transporters. As he spoke he walked back into the room and sat back at his desk.

Her smile faded. Clearly, this man was not going to be much fun. "You approached my employer about some Slug O Cola. I have come to inspect the product and potentially negotiate its sale."

"I am surprised he sent you to negotiate this sale. Rule 94 states its a bad idea, however I was never to strict with the rules on that." he dropped his irritation and hoped he could salvage the deal, after having just shut down her advances.

He went over to a container by his desk and entered a code on the lock. It opened with a hiss and he pulled out a bottle of Slug-O-Cola. "This sample is on the house. You can taste it yourself or save it for your boss." he motioned for her to sit down on the small couch in the room as he handed the drink to her.

"Sometimes there are priorities in rules, Mr. Radrick." She then gave Radrick a smirk and said, "And personally, I have always believed that rules were meant to be broken." Sitting down on the couch, she looked at the drink, wondering what might be so special about this. "Tell me, Lieutenant, how did you come by these items?"

"I have connections through my Father's space Station". He gave her that information because she no doubt already researched his background, but he knew better than to give her his supplier's name.

"The benefit of my Slug-O-Cola is that it is not replicated. It is the "real stuff" so to speak. The Ferengi won't admit it but the Slug-O-Cola company in an attempt to shave off cost they have been replicating over 70% of their supplies sold. Of course I obtain it through legal means, being a Starfleet officer. I would never risk losing my position," he said everything with a confident tone.

It was his transporter methods to get the product to the delivery points that was questionable, but he was not about to get into the details of that with her.

Livia inched closer to Radrick, her smile becoming more enticing. "Replicating is hardly a surprise, Mr. Radrick. After all, Rule 239 is clear on the subject, 'Never be afraid to mislabel a product.' So, how do I know that this sample is not just the only true Slug-O-Cola that you have rather than the replicated ones that they've been selling?"

Radrick shifted slightly as he underestimated her aptitude for details. "I can provide references from previous buyers, but of course they could just be paid actors." he said smugly. "Perhaps you would like to see a larger shipment of the product." he forced a smile but quickly recalled it.

Livia smirked when Radrick shifted. "A larger shipment would definitely help establish your trustworthiness," she admitted. "Perhaps, if I'm satisfied, we could then negotiate a contract."

"I will make arrangements for us to travel to see one of my shipments, but first I have to take care of some Station business." he moved over to his desk and started piling up the data pads. "I will contact you when I am ready. Perhaps we could grab something to eat first. How well does your stomach handle Klingon cuisine?" he raised an eye brow quizzically as he spoke.

"It handles it well. If I can stand Ferengi cuisine, Klingon cuisine will hardly offend me," Livia answered. "Lead on."

Oliver finished cleaning up the data pads and made his way to the door. "Let's go then I know of a great place."

"Lead on," Livia told Oliver, as she followed.

Oliver Radrick- Transporter Specialist

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Livia, Ferengi ambassador's woman

 

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