Hiring Muscle

Posted on Wednesday February 10th, 2021 @ 7:59pm by Niyahra Riohn

Mission: Marauder's Map
Location: Some shady back-alley, Rangalor V
Timeline: MD01 - Evening (following "An Offer you can't refuse")
612 words - 1.2 OF Standard Post Measure

The conversation with that Romulan in the club had sobered her right up, it was clear he was trying to help her, and even though every fiber in her body still told her not to trust Romulans it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. They needed to take the revolution to a next level or it would bleed out, with nothing to show for it except dead friends. It was easy enough to get in contact with the right people and she had set up a meeting only hours after initial contact. She was told to wait in the alley. None of it was putting her mind at ease at all.

In the dim light of the alley the diminutive yet stocky frame of the Ferengi Pay Master Grint waddled brazenly down the Alley. It was clear who he was, the deep orange military uniform with gold black curaiss and gold emblem gave him away. The Latinum Guard did not hide in the shadows, although his Romulan contacts had a flare for the dramatic and like his Lieutenant said 'you should indulge them'.

He sneered as he approached as he approached Niyarha. A lecherous twinkle appeared in his deep brown eyes and he rubbed his hands together as he approached. "I understand you wish to hire a company from the Latinum Guard." He asked in a loud and greedy tone.

Niyahra startled at the sudden echoing of the man's loud voice, seemingly making no effort of hiding his approach or his intentions, "The fuck, man," She reached for the derringer style phaser pistol in the small of her back and looked around to see if there were any other approaching, "a mutual friend set up this meeting."

The Ferengi hobbled up close and extended his tiny hand. "I'm Pay Master Grint, of the Latinum Guard 9th Company." He introduced himself jovialy. "I also wouldn't worry too much about safety young lady." He added with a sly smile. Pointing upwards toward two chisled and weathered men stood on the roof. Both were dressed in guard uniforms and were pointing lance type phaser weapons into the alley.

"That's not necessarily reassuring," Niyahra looked at the two men posted on the rooftop, they would at least be able to keep any disruptive elements at bay giving her a chance to escape. If all else failed she'd just use the Ferengi as a living shield. She had no love lost for the species, their greed was what stopped them from entering the war, and it was the only thing that kept them on the right side of the Dominion now, "and yes, we'd like to hire a small strike team, some experienced and hardened veterans that follow orders. Nothing too big or extravagant."

Greedily Gribt pulled a gold and brown Ferengi style PADD from his belt and tapped at the controls hastily. He sneered for a moment. "That may prove costly! I trust our mutual friend will be bank rolling this endeavour?" He asked bluntly. The Lancers overhead crouched to get a better view down the alley and swept it up and down with the tips of their lances.

There was so much flying in her direction this night that all of the double speak and shadowplaying was starting to get on her nerves, "Yes, you can put it on their tab." Niyahra fiddled with the capsule of KRed in her pocket, nervously biting her lip, "they won't need a ship, so that should curtail the costs somewhat." She took in a sharp breath, "So, I take it we can get some discount." Anyone accepting a Ferengi's first offer was way too rich.