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On a perfectly normal (and boring day) the chime above the door went off as a young caitian stepped into Shivan’s blacksmith shop. She seemed young by the confident way she held herself and the youthful exuberance behind her quick and energetic movements. She had dark brown fur and bright violet tiger markings, perhaps a type of long-lasting fur dye or tattoo. “Hulloooooo,” The caitain yelled into the empty shop at outside volume, “Anybody arouuund? I got weapons I need to seeeeeeeell!”

She carried a dark cargo bag that was slung across her back, most likely holding the weapons she sought to sell.

M’rahja Ko

Coming from the workshop at the back of the shop, Shivan scowled. “Shut it before I- I mean, Welcome,” he said, swiftly adjusting his attitude as he approached the counter. “What’re you hoping to sell?” He asked, eying the duffel bag. “Set ‘em here, and we’ll take a look.” He didn’t seem to pay much attention to M’rahja, not at first. He was only worried about keeping this.... fantastic shop going.

~ Thyr

“Guns. Knives. A gun knife? Is that what you call a gun with a bladed bit on it? Anyways, I got loads!” The caitian tossed the duffel onto the table and didn’t flinch at the cacophony of metal parts clanking and sliding against each other. She unzipped the bag in one motion and dumped the out the contents in the next. A dozen or so weapons tumbled out of the bag. All Klingon make and all illegal in Federation space. There were daggers with nasty serrated blades, a few had dried blood on them. There were phasers that had been illegally modified and there was one assault-type phaser with a bayonet on the end. “So, what can I get for this junk?” She asked.

M’rahja Ko

“Nothing. I don’t deal in that anymore.” Shivan said. Something caught his eye, was that…? No. He couldn’t. It was illegal and Eryn would take everything away if she found out. Maybe he should call Jezem? “Where’d you get all that junk?”

~ Thyr

“What do you meaaan nothing?!” The caitian whined in a high-pitched voice before falling into a spectacular pout, “I found it laying around and since no one was around I figured I could self ‘em and make a buck. What about the blades? Can’t you take those and sell them?” She pointed to one of the blades dried in blood and after noticing that detail quickly added, “Some hunters must have grown tired of ‘em and tossed ‘em.” Which she supposed was true. Those guys were pretty. . . dead tired.

M’rahja Ko

Shivan plucked a three pointed dagger out of the pile and gave it a hard look. “I’ve had… Unfortunate experiences with one of these.” He said. He looked over the pile. It took all his willpower to say no. “Look, I can’t. I’ll get arrested if I take these. Lose the shop.”

~ Thyr

The caitian’s eyes went wide, “Arrested? For a couple weapons? Jeez, isn’t that a bit dramatic?” She was scowling now. First she got stiffed her shipment, harming her small and perfectly valid business, and now she can’t recoup any loss by selling the weapons of the goons that jumped her? “Then where can I sell this junk? Surely there’s someone who will buy ‘em off of me because I need something.”

M’rahja Ko

“No one on this rock deals in that, I can tell you that.” Shivan had checked, thoroughly. No one corners his market. Even the market he’s not allowed to have. “You’d do best to get rid of those someplace they won’t be tied to you.”

~ Thyr

“Uuugggh!” The caitian kicked the table and began to shove everything back into her duffel. “This place is dumb. Stupid rules. Stupid regulations. Getting in the way of honest hard work.” Once everything was safely zipped back up in her duffel and settled on her back she glared at Shivan, “Thanks for nothing, loser. Federation ass-licking loser.” And with those lovely parting words she stormed out of the shop.

M’rahja Ko

Shivan had to go upstairs and punch his dummy. Stupid Caitian. Stupid rock, stupid rules. He was no Federation brown-noser of any kind. He hated this place. He had to report the Caitian to Eryn. He went back to the counter and grabbed his comm device.

~ Thyr

Jezem was out with his “friends” when the call came. He excused himself with a smile and walked a ways off before answering, “What is it? I was in the middle of something.”

Jezem

“I just had some Caitian woman offer me a bag full of illegals.” Shivan said into the comm, stepping back into the workshop. “Mostly Klingon weapons, but plenty of others.” He described her to Jezem. “I’m gonna call Eryn too, so don’t worry, but I decided to call you first.”

~ Thyr