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Ferl'lak's Office Anyone can visit

Posted Dec. 3, 2018, 12:08 a.m. by Civilian Ferl'lak (Director of Civilian Operations) (Travis Good)

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

Stepping into the office, Omni took a second to survey her surroundings, noticing the open layout of the office. She didn’t pay much attention to much of the decor, beyond her sloght catch of the Ferengi, ribboned uniform. Quirking a brow, or perhaps her own equivalent, she ventured further into the office, adjusting her gaze to land directly on Ferl’lak, himself.

“Mister Ferl’lak,” The Lieutenant greeted, making her way across the room untils she stood before him, hands coming to rest behind the small of her back, where she preferred to keep them. “I apologize for the sudden intrusion, were you working on something of grave importance?” Of course, it could have mattered little to the XO, but she didn’t allow it to come off that way, especially when that wasn’t her view on the situation.

Lt. Cmdr Omni
XO

Ferl’lak was a bit takken aback by seeing the XO. To his shame he has not yet gotten to acquaint himself with her. “Ah! Commander! Do please come in! No. You didn’t interrupt anything. I just completed my task for the Captain and was about to take these PaDD’s to all that needed them. One is for you. It is my budget plus proposals.” He slid one to the front of the desk for her.

“I am eager to see what you have come up with, Mister Ferl’lak.” She had never truly met the man, beyond a few nods of acknowledgement while passing in the halls or whenever they were in an akin area. It was, in no way, anyone’s fault, simply a matter of business and schedule. “I am sure the others will be just as eager.”

“Yes. I’m sure they will but it was a bit depressing to see how much of my own Latnium I have put into this place. But it’s for the troops as is said often.”

“For the troops, yes.” Omni wasn’t sure how else to respond to him, hardly being a woman of business.

“Please. Let us move to the lounge area so we can sit and talk better if you don’t mind. It’s less formal unless this is formal business?”

Ferl’lak

“Of course,” Allowing her hands to fall before her abdomen, she ventured towards the lounge area. Respectfully, she waited for Ferl’lak to take a seat, as this was his office and she were nothing more than a visitor. “This has nothing to do with formality, rest assured.”

“I trust you have been well, Mister Ferl’lak?” Omni posed the question, keeping it calm.

Lt. Cmdr. Omni
XO

“Ah. Good. A brief reprieve from business. It is always a good thing.” Ferl’lak sat in one of the big lounge chairs. Actually it was built for him specifically. Since he is smaller than others. The chair is made to look almost as big as the surrounding ones but he can get into it much easier.

“I’m glad you came to visit.” He said as he waited for her to sit down. “I’ve been meaning to come see you but things keep popping up. I’ve been good. Was sick almost all last week because of radiation poisoning. Spent too much time overseeing the retrofit of that bad vessel. Now I have a robot doing it for me. But all in all I’ve been good. How have you been?”

“I see. Do not apologize for time lost, Ferl’lak, I understand. Sickness is no issue to he trifled with. May you continue to make a swift recovery,” She inclined her head in something comparable to respect for what he had gone through because of the radiation. “That is pleasant to hear.”

“I have been adequate,” Omni nodded. “The shipyard has been met with several recent changes, both in infrastructure and in atmosphere. One can hope they continue to bring life to the shipyard.”

He got up and went to the bar as she spoke and waited for an opening. “Would you care for something to drink? I’ll get you a water as well if you prefer that?” As he poured himself a three finger amount of Corellelian rum.

Ferl’lak

“I cannot drink. Water will be just fine.” Her people were not so adverse to the effects of alcohol on the system. In fact, it was poisonous to them, even in small amounts. Of course, her planet had different alternatives, but her people weren’t exactly known to the Federation, just yet.

Lt. Cmdr. Omni
XO

“Very well. Water it is. I hope you will allow me a slight reprieve into the various flavors the makeup the composition of rum to make me feel better about the business that is this Admiral?”

“Please,” Omni gave a grand gesture of her hand, as if saying she did not give much difference to the fact.

He walked over to her and gave her a chilled glass of cool water and went back to his seat and sat back down. He took a slow, long sip and smiled. “Ah! That hit the spot. Commander. Since we are just two colleagues chatting to get to know one another.....I do have a question that I have been dying to know. Now. You don’t have to answer. But....what species are you? You look familiar to me from my time with the Alliance. The Ferengi Alliance. I think somewhere in the Charlie Quadrant. And feel free to ask whatever you want to know about me. Today I’m an open book and nothing is off the table. There are thousands who would literally kill to be in your shoes right now and I’m dead serious.” As he took a sip of his rum and waited.

Ferl’lak

Taking the glass of water, she tilted it slightly towards him, as if expressing gratitude for the drink. Taking a sip, she settled it down beside her knee, her fingers gently wrapped around it. The Commander, whose inhuman nature could be seen by the precense of a cranial ridge flattened against her forehead, along with her cybernetic implants, quirked a brow at the question. “I do not mind the query, Mister Ferl’lak. Although, I must say, you are the first to ask. You are not wrong. My species is not quite known to the Federation, especially after the massacre of Vjendrillo, many years ago. However, I am a V’tiarii. We were not visible to other cultures for several hundred years, because of technological advancements. I trust you caught sight of us, after the Reformation.” She smiled. “I am open to questions about my species. Although, I was very young when they came for us, so I can only give so much information.”

“Ah. Yes. Quite right. It was a brief glimpse.....of about several weeks. You see Commander. You are not the only ones with technology.” He raised his glass in a smart ass salute and smiled showing his rows of razor sharp teeth.

“That seemed the problem for the council. Too much technology, not enough ways to conceal it.” Her voice was monotonous in that comment, having no response for the smart alec nature to his words. After all, she wasn’t emotionally there yet, to understand such things as sarcasm and whatnot.

“But I will just look it up on the compter and come to you with questions instead of playing Russian roulette. As a Ferengi we don’t like to waste time. Time, like latinum, is a highly limited commodity. It’s in the Rules of Acquisition.” He took another sip of his rum and genuinely looked sad while looking at Omni.

Russian Roulette? She was going to have to look into whatever that happened to be. Assuming it was some kind of terran game, she didn’t bother to ask him about it. “I see. Quite understandable, really. Time is valuable, it shouldn’t be thrown about.” She noticed his sadness, debating if there was something to say. “Are you all right?”

“I’m not going to ask about what happened.” Gesturing towards Omni. “Or about that fateful day. I may have not been turned like you have and I am thankful to Latnium that you were rescued eventually. I have had my share of run in with these Borg things and as the Hew-Mons say; I got out of there by the skin of my teeth each time. Others weren’t so lucky. My culture and people have been assimilated as the say. We have a very low designation number of 180.
Hew-Mons have not been targeted on a scale like both our peoples have and therefore have less sympathy when it comes to understanding. But not in a bad way, they just don’t really know. But I’m going to drop that subject unless you want to investigate it further?”

“Our people have both been faced by the hardships of these machines, for lack of better term. Until a human can fully understand what we have gone through, as a people, they will never truly be able to empathize for our positions, regardless of whether we were assimilated.” She shook her head, allowing the topic to fade into time.,

He took a long sip of the rum this time and then tranfered to her next question.

“Kill? That seems extensive.” Omni returned, tapping her fingers against her knee, which pulled up her sleeve, showing another one of those odd ridges. “What was your purpose in the Ferengi Alliance?” She was curious about this man, wishing to further aquaint herself.

Lt. Cmdr. Omni
XO

“Ah. But you asked about my past and what I did.” He gestured to the Da’Mon uniform. “That is a complete replica of the uniform I wore when I was in the Ferengi Alliance. I was a Da’Mon. The equivalent to a Starfleet Captain. I had my own ship and crew and we traversed the universe in search of profit. I come from a civilization that greed is tantamount and business leaders are looked upon as heros.”

Omni turned her head, trailing back to the uniform she had seen upon her first arrival in the office. Things were starting to make a bit more sense about this man, especially his choice to join such a dangerous place for business. Then again, the Ferengi seemed as driven to danger as they were wealth.

“To put it frankly, if you want the best deal makers or breakers in the universe, then you called us....for a fee of course.” He smiled at that. “But I however was apparently profiting more than I should have and was investigated by my XO. A good businessman but a poor commanding officer. It was found out that I actually sometimes took little to no profit at all. And the mother of all cardinal sins....I gave things away for free. Rule 18- A Ferengi without profit is no Ferengi at all.” He let that sink in before continuing.

“How is that bad you may wonder? Well like I said, if you’re a Ferengi than these tenants are sacred and you do not break them nor break one of the 285 Rules of Aqusistion. I broke them and was stripped of my ship, rank, crew, uniform and most importantly, all of my Latnium. I was then dropped off at the nearest planet basically naked and broke and left to fend for myself.”

“They sound almost like the regulations put into place by the Federation and Starfleet.. Strict code never to be broken. Well, really, more so like the Andorian empire and their dilligent code of honour and rigor.” For a second, she seemed at a loss for what she was saying, considering what the man had faced, what he had lost. “You had been stripped of much, Ferl’lak. I am sorry to hear that.”

“It’s ok…now. But thank you for your sympathy.”

“Fortunately with the contacts and customers I made by being honest and not cheating them, they took me in and helped me become the Ferengi that sits before you today. I started a transportation business which funneled intelligence. The more I knew, the more powerful I became. People gave me untold amounts of Latnium to either make it go away or to find out new things. All in all over the past 20 years of exile, I have surmassed a fortune. I am a multi-trillionaire many times over. No other Ferengi in the history of my people has even come close to half of what I have. All thanks to information, hard work and not being a typical Ferengi when it came to business.”

“I still have the hard wiring of my culture and it pains me to give something away for fre…fr…free. But I take it on the chin and smile. So since I have toppled governments, made new ones in its place, know just about anything that is top secret, restricted, and the skinny on the universe’s most wanted....ya. People would kill for your spot right now. Anything else madam?”

Ferl’lak

“This is a rebound shipyard, really. It’s going through many changes and altercations to its infrastructure and to its production of materials and reconstructed vessels. However, just as the inanimate side of this shipyard is changing, so it those who are animated. Crewmen are being met with new challeneges, civilians much the same. Perhaps your challenge is being able to freely relinquish something to another. However, I doubt anyone would be keen into forcing you to do anything. I must say, though, Intelligence is the best business to be in. Of course, on my side of the business, we are gathering and analysing intelligence, committing actions in the retrieval of such things. But using that data, all of the information people like I gather, it is no wonder you have been prosperous in your endeavours.”

“Yes. I have been prosperous.” He put his stubby fingertips together to form a steeple and smiled before continuing.

Omni settled back for a second, the fused vertabrae at the base of her spine making it difficult for her to sit prim and proper for more than a few minutes at a time. She had learned he was not a man to waste time, and she didn’t wish to waste any of his. Thus, she debated any further questions.

“If you don’t have anything planned, for which I can leave if you do, may I ask.. Why did you come to Serenity?” Omni inquired, a curiosity about her words. “We are still in the process of rejuvenating this shipyard, and business is bound to be slow, even nonexistent. The civilian population.. Much the same. So, why here? If I’m not overstepping, of course.”

Lt. Cmdr. Omni

“You are not overstepping. I am being completely honest with you.....and only you. My dear Commander. I have long range probes sent out and five ships equipped with state of the art weaponry and cloaking devices. They have a crew of 20 each consisting of command, science, tactical, and two civilian diplomats each....mainly science. But the others are there for necessity. Their aim is to monitor the probes and seek out new…well you know the rest.” He took a drink and continued.

“This is all off the books here and is funded solely by my corporation. I get all of the intel but it also gets sent back to San Francisco, Earth where it is dissected and analyzed. So you, the Captain nor the Admiral would find out. That, my dear Commander, is the reason why I accepted this position. It may seem that I am trying to further my own wealth, game and agenda but as Rule 9 states: Opportunity plus instinct equals profit and let’s not forget Rule 45: Expand or die. And finally, Rule 62: The riskier the road, the greater the profit. See. People were right. I didn’t give Latnium away for free after all. Like I said earlier. I’m still hard wired in my upbringing.”

“I will be more than happy to share any and all of that information. Hold on a second.” He got up and went to his uniform and moved the frame out of the way to reveal a safe and punched in the code and opened it, retrieving a PaDD. He closed it and put the picture back and walked back over to her and handed it to her then he sat back down.

“On that you will find out everything that I’ve found out so far. I will add you to the list so that that PaDD in your hand will be automatically updated. Nothing left out. See. I live here and wish to stay alive. So any information I get will be shared, especially if we can be harmed by it. I am also planning on asking the Admiral for Latnium to build a gaint telescope near here so we can see even further out. Anything else?” He took a long drink of his rum.

Ferl’lak


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