Star Trek: Dimensions
You sit in a bar, drinking some Romulan ale. People all around you talk and hurry to places they need to be. All the while you just sit in a chair waiting for your Ferengi friends to show up and buy the batliff from you. The bartender doesn't seem like a talkative person, but you don't mind. You've been to other bars on space stations that have had the most annoying bartenders you've ever known.
"Meet us at your quarters. Where is it?" a Ferengi says behind you.
"My quarters are number 20, Section 5B. Meet you there in several minutes. We should take alternate routes."
"Agreed." You gulp the last of the ale and glimpse a Bajoran woman sitting near to you glancing, maybe eavesdropping on your conversation. But you don't mind, and you head over to the lifts up to Section 5B.
You enter the lift with a three Klingons, and you pull up your hood mask to hide your face. There could be a chance that these Klingons know Kolgar.
The lift reaches your section and you begin walking down the dimly lit corridor to your quarters. You can see that the two Ferengi who agreed to buy the batliff have arrived already.
"Hello, my good friends. Nice to see you today," you say brightly, and they maintain the same plain expression.
"We will pay you sixty bars of latinum for the batliff. Nothing higher." Just as you expected, the Ferengis changed their buying price.
"I thought we had a deal here, guys! Give me eighty bars, and you can have the batliff, okay?"
"Give us sixty bars NOW!" the Ferengi in the back exclaims, and pulls out a hand phaser, presumably set to kill.
"Alright, alright, guys. I'll give you the batliff. But first you must give me the money."
"Batliff first. Then money."
"I thought we trusted each other. You don't even know how to get into my quarters, do you? Could you possibly be that smart to break the door seal and get inside? No? Okay. I want you to give me the money now. I really just want to get rid of this thing as soon as possible."
"Fine. Here is your sixty-one bars of latinum," the Ferengi says coldly, and he opens up a dark colored box and dumps the contents on the ground. Sixty-one bars of gold-pressed latinum clatter to the floor, and you shrug.
"Seems good enough. Thank you for making your part of the transaction," you say, and bend over to pick up the bars, but the Ferengi kicks you in the head and you fall over. The other Ferengi is about to shoot you when someone sticks a knife through him from behind! The figure stabs the other Ferengi and comes over to you. They help you up and begin gathering the bars of latinum spilled on the ground and whatever is inside the Ferengis' pockets.
"Who are you?" you ask. The figure takes off their hood, and it is the same Bajoran woman from the bar.
"My name is Ro Laren. And who might you be? You shouldn't be making transactions with Ferengis. You know how dishonorable they are to their deals."
"I had a sneaking suspicion you were eavesdropping on me!" you exclaim, and open up your quarters, "come on in, you're welcome to stay for awhile if you'd like." You take the batliff from the table and you are about to throw it into the trashc chute when the woman stops you.
"You should probably take this back to its rightful owner, Nairay. Kolgar is a pretty dangerous figure," she says.
"Yes, I know, but he can't find me here. He's too stupid."
Suddenly your quarter doors and open, and Kolgar and three other Klingons stand beside him.
"Well, well, well, what do we have standing before us, hmm? Ace, my good old friend, and his Bajoran accomplice? Maybe you might explain those two dead Ferengi out in the corridor, Ace, before I kill you and your girl friend."
"Hold on, Kolgar. Okay, here, take your batliff back," you say nervously, and hand one of the men the batliff. He takes it and growls at you.
"As for those two Ferengi, I can take care of them, I'll just pick them up and put them down the trash - "
"Not this time, Ace. You won't be getting away with it this time."
You ignore all of the junk that Kolgar has to say and you pull out a secret knife from your back pocket, and nod to Ro Laren. This is your chance to get out of here alive.
"Meet us at your quarters. Where is it?" a Ferengi says behind you.
"My quarters are number 20, Section 5B. Meet you there in several minutes. We should take alternate routes."
"Agreed." You gulp the last of the ale and glimpse a Bajoran woman sitting near to you glancing, maybe eavesdropping on your conversation. But you don't mind, and you head over to the lifts up to Section 5B.
You enter the lift with a three Klingons, and you pull up your hood mask to hide your face. There could be a chance that these Klingons know Kolgar.
The lift reaches your section and you begin walking down the dimly lit corridor to your quarters. You can see that the two Ferengi who agreed to buy the batliff have arrived already.
"Hello, my good friends. Nice to see you today," you say brightly, and they maintain the same plain expression.
"We will pay you sixty bars of latinum for the batliff. Nothing higher." Just as you expected, the Ferengis changed their buying price.
"I thought we had a deal here, guys! Give me eighty bars, and you can have the batliff, okay?"
"Give us sixty bars NOW!" the Ferengi in the back exclaims, and pulls out a hand phaser, presumably set to kill.
"Alright, alright, guys. I'll give you the batliff. But first you must give me the money."
"Batliff first. Then money."
"I thought we trusted each other. You don't even know how to get into my quarters, do you? Could you possibly be that smart to break the door seal and get inside? No? Okay. I want you to give me the money now. I really just want to get rid of this thing as soon as possible."
"Fine. Here is your sixty-one bars of latinum," the Ferengi says coldly, and he opens up a dark colored box and dumps the contents on the ground. Sixty-one bars of gold-pressed latinum clatter to the floor, and you shrug.
"Seems good enough. Thank you for making your part of the transaction," you say, and bend over to pick up the bars, but the Ferengi kicks you in the head and you fall over. The other Ferengi is about to shoot you when someone sticks a knife through him from behind! The figure stabs the other Ferengi and comes over to you. They help you up and begin gathering the bars of latinum spilled on the ground and whatever is inside the Ferengis' pockets.
"Who are you?" you ask. The figure takes off their hood, and it is the same Bajoran woman from the bar.
"My name is Ro Laren. And who might you be? You shouldn't be making transactions with Ferengis. You know how dishonorable they are to their deals."
"I had a sneaking suspicion you were eavesdropping on me!" you exclaim, and open up your quarters, "come on in, you're welcome to stay for awhile if you'd like." You take the batliff from the table and you are about to throw it into the trashc chute when the woman stops you.
"You should probably take this back to its rightful owner, Nairay. Kolgar is a pretty dangerous figure," she says.
"Yes, I know, but he can't find me here. He's too stupid."
Suddenly your quarter doors and open, and Kolgar and three other Klingons stand beside him.
"Well, well, well, what do we have standing before us, hmm? Ace, my good old friend, and his Bajoran accomplice? Maybe you might explain those two dead Ferengi out in the corridor, Ace, before I kill you and your girl friend."
"Hold on, Kolgar. Okay, here, take your batliff back," you say nervously, and hand one of the men the batliff. He takes it and growls at you.
"As for those two Ferengi, I can take care of them, I'll just pick them up and put them down the trash - "
"Not this time, Ace. You won't be getting away with it this time."
You ignore all of the junk that Kolgar has to say and you pull out a secret knife from your back pocket, and nod to Ro Laren. This is your chance to get out of here alive.