Posted by Lieutenant Commander Omni (2 of 13) (Executive Officer) in Ferl’lak’s Office Anyone can visit

Posted by Civilian Ferl’lak (Director of Civilian Operations) in Ferl’lak’s Office Anyone can visit

Posted by Civilian Ferl’lak (Director of Civilian Operations) in Ferl’lak’s Office Anyone can visit
Ferl’lak stepped into his big office. He was surrounded by his precious artifacts and artwork and felt calm. As a Ferengi he sympathized with the crew about having a very high ranking person that not only truly believing they have more power and authority than they actually have, but one that has a very clear agenda and that was to get rid of the current CO and this station.

Ferl’lak could not let that happen. He needs this station to establish trade routes not only for the Federation but for his own vast business. He has calculated an increase of 2,000% for his business and his personal fortune would quadruple, making him, that he knows about, the wealthiest Ferengi alive and the richest person in the Federation.

He smiled at that and poured himself a glass of rum and sipped on it while preparing the datapad the Captain wanted. He frowned when he actually saw how much he has spent with not only the contract Latnium provided by the Federation, but it wasn’t enough. He decided it was a calculated risk to dump his own Latnium into this station. When he saw that figure Ferl’lak’s hand began to shake and he quickly reached for his rum and downed the whole glass and poured another round and downed it. He poured another glass but left it alone.

Calmer now he knew it was in his best interest to sink all of this Latnium into this station but to a Ferengi, any Latnium spent, even a single bar, is difficult and yet he had spent a grand total of £54,640,162,990.76. (The “£” is for Latnium in this instance and not Pounds). Damn near everyone on this station owes Ferl’lak a great deal by making it so they had their rooms, linen, tools, pads, medicine and medical equipment, and a slew of other infrastructure and personal amenities and luxuries, not to mention providing the food for the first three months.

The only people who know of his huge sacrifice or generosity, was the Captain and the XO. Although they suspect that he was doing it for other business reasons as well.....and they would be right. He was a Ferengi after all. Not the typical type of one but a Ferengi just the same.

So his final totals were for total given and spent:
Federation budget received:£2,892,004,661.99
Federation budget spent: £2,892,004,661.99

Ferl’lak personal budget spent: £54,640,162,990.76
A small tear fell down his cheek as he pressed send to the email to the Captain and sent them to the PaDD’s he had that he would carry for the Admiral and his team of schmucks.

Ferl’lak

Bump

Figuring it might be time to check up on the civilians of the base, Omni quickly found her way to the office of Ferl’lak. She had not met much of the man prior, however, she intended to change that with this brief meeting. Stepping up to the room, she adjusted the hem of her uniform, which clearly indicated her affiliation on this shipyard. Making certain there were no visible wrinkles, as she did not intend to appear a ruffian, in any way, not that a few wrinkles would truly do that. However, Omni saw no need in risking it. Raising her mechanical hand, its lithe, titanium structure allowing for optimal movement, she pressed a chilled finger to the chime, awaiting response from the man within.

Lt. Cmdr. Omni
XO

Ferl’lak was busy finishing the math and putting the information onto easily readable PaDD’s for the staff coming to visit when he heard the chime. “Come in!” He said staring at the door.

The office was big as he purchased two offices and had the wall knocked down. It was divided up into an obvious office section, a meeting area with a big table and chairs, a bathroom and a full wet bar. He liked to entertain and he also proudly displayed art from many cultures and planets throughout the room. Some under glass and others not. One thing that was under glass in a darken corner of the room was a Ferengi Da’Mon uniform with rank, medals and ribbons adorned in its proper place. The only thing from Ferl’lak’s past that was visible if one knew about such things.

Ferl’lak