Posted June 14, 2019, 1:26 p.m. by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Merchant) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Civilian Alston ‘Fox’ Mace (Trader) in Side Simm - Exploring Magellan: Mystique Club
Alston hated customs agents, they always seemed to be rather full of themselves. And they were partially right, they had all of the power at the checkpoint. If you wanted in, you had to get past them. Well.... most of the time at least.This time though, he was here on legitimate business. And hopefully it would lead to more business opportunities in this area too, so it was worth playing nice with them, for now. If they saw him coming and going enough, and started to think of him as a regular, they would be less likely to look as closely at what he was carrying. Either that or they would be more willing to look the other way, for a small incentive of course.
He was in it for the long game. He had a few employers who were operating in the area, and had rumors of some good money available around here. That and things had started to heat up a bit too much back by the Cardassian border, a couple to many close calls for his liking. So what better place to go then the other side of the Federation. That and the fact that any transports had to fly past Romulan and Klingon space, limited the number of people willing to make the trip. It seemed like the perfect place to set-up shop for a bit.
Stepping into Mystique he looked around. He had heard that Starfleet had been pouring some money into this starbase, but he hoped it wasn’t to far off the beaten path that he couldn’t at least get a decent drink.
Alston Mace - Trader
After making sure his storefront and its… backroom infrastructure… was set up and working and his cargo had been secured properly, Pikelsimer decided it was time to scope out the station and get a lay of the land as it were. So, still in the suit he arrived in but still very slick, he walked into the Mystique Club.
There was a decent crowd gathered, and the place was lively. Pikelsimer made his way to the bar and ordered a glass of Denobulan cognac… very tasty and very expensive. The bartender looked at the man and said “Sure, but for that we need payment up front.” Pikelsimer simply nodded once and reached inside his jacket and produced a single bar of gold-pressed latinum. “I’ll start a tab. Plan on being here on the station for a while. That work?” The bartender looked a bit wide-eyed at the payment, but hustled away to get the requested beverage. Micah turned his back to the bar and leaned back, surveying the scene before him.
From the corner of his eye, a familiar face caused Pikelsimer’s brown to scowl. “Great. Of course this would happen first thing.” he thought to himself.
Pikelsimer, Businessman
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