Oed V was rapidly becoming a destination for the ‘art crowd’ of the quadrant. Thanks to some very generous donations arraigned by the Finance Minister, a select few galleries had opened and the response had been immediate and quite positive. At the center of the new movement was the art gallery of one Franklin Turner. Turner’s Gallery on Outpost 42 had been well known throughout the sector’s art circles as the place where hard to find pieces could be found, artists commissioned, and most importantly… for the shows. Now that he had relocated to Oed V, Turner’s shows had increased in visibility, glamour… and size. The Turner Gallery shows tended to showcase well-established artists in all mediums, but every now and then he hosted a new up-and-coming talent. It was one of these shows that Franklin was setting up for; in a multi-aryist showcase featuring the metalwork of Eryn; a reclusive artist of no small reputation.

“Trust me. No one will know it’s your work. Quite honestly, the anonymity of the artist is drawing as much attention as some of the pieces in the catalog.” Franklin said with a pat on the shoulder to the man standing next to him. They were both watching one of the gallery workers hang a particularly striking piece of black and gold fractal patterns.

“Ok, as long as we are clear. I don’t want nobody gettin’ back to me on this.” the dark-red skinned man said.

“Not at all. I guarantee you. Just like the Outpost, I have it all ready. And, to put the rest of your mind at ease, I have arraigned the proceeds of any sales to go as you have directed. Seventy-five percent will be sent to the accounts of the Osage Nation via anonymous donations. Twenty percent goes to the Medicine Without Borders Foundation, and the remaining five to the account here on the colony. All as you have requested.” and he stepped forward “Up on the left corner, Saul… yes. Right there. Good.”

Tenkiller looked around. There were about two dozen pieces he had done, each abstract… but with an underlying sense of order. He looked around again and then said “Ok, Frank. They’re all yours. See you for the opening tonight.” and the Vice Commander of the Colonial Customs and Defense Agency walked out of the gallery.

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