The Plaza Exchange Market was the center of the ‘non-standard’ trade economy on Oed V. The market itself was a giant square, Two full blocks long on each side, with a large open air bazaar in the middle of the buildings. The buildings, over the unknown duration of the PE’s tenure in the city, had grown and fused together into one giant eight story structure of brick, stone, and metal. On the outside were few windows, and the ones that were there were heavily tinted. On the inside, the bazaar was overlooked by dozens and dozens of business of every kind: from food to fusion generators… jewelry to jasmine plants… whiskey to weapons… anything an individual could want (legal and otherwise) could be found at the Plaza Exchange.

For a price.

The Breen sat in the far back corner of the small Cardassian-ran tea shop on the third floor of the bustling and chaotic market and watched as a small Bajoran woman slid a vial of reddish goo to a Vulcan under the table where they sat having a wholly unrelated conversation. [O] She made the pass. Target has acquired package [O] they said inside their helmet’s comms.

Vonn, CIA