OOC: Copying from another thread
IC: Olash watched and wasn’t convinced that it wasn’t mocked up for his benefit, until he saw the shaking of Cobb’s hand as he reached for tea. Olash sat back staring in a horror at the screen where the image of the officers dying horribly grotesquely pulled at sense of self preservation. The young officer burning to death by ice making him swallow. Olash was shrewd and knew if he died in this venture there would be no more profit. “Perhaps your security chief could keep Borrick out of trouble, and we might negotiate in private.” Zanic could be trusted, Borrick obviously could not. He’d been too busy drinking and stuffing his face to watch the video. Good thing too, the slug was taken to hysterics apparently.
DaiMon Olash

Zachariah granted the DaiMon’s request without question. He had seen the fear in the Ferengi’s eyes and knew they were closing in on a home run.
“Lt Stone, Lt Kastil, please continue to guard our guests. You have both done an admirable job so far in terms of securing their safety and I would hate for that to change now,” he nodded towards his officers, confident that they would continue to engage Borrick and Zanic in conversation and perhaps even secure a few additional trinkets for their trouble.

Then, moving towards the door, he beckoned for Olash to follow him. “Let us step once more outside and speak in private,” he suggested, before adding, “I am fully armed, Mr Olash, and will do all that I can to maintain your own wellbeing.”

Captain Zachariah Cobb

Looked at the phaser and pulled himself to his full minimal height, which made him look tiny compared to Cobb. “I will not give you reason to use that, Hooman.” Olash stated offended. “Profit over pride after all.” He followed Cobb and then made his counter offer. “I can’t simply give up the profits that artifact would bring. Though I have no wish to die. And delivering it may bring more trouble than is profitable for me.” Olash wanted NOTHING to do with that thing. “A ship such as this....” he waved around to all he had seen. “Dealing with such delicate…cargo,” Olash worded it carefully, “Must have a need for…items hard to get. My ships travel far and fast captain. A good customer is worth their weight in latinum. To be your exclusive supplier I would be willing to ‘lose’ the artifact.”
DaiMon Olash