Posted by Civilian Zerbo (Colonial Finance Minister) in There’s A Bad Moon Rising (Tag Zerbo)

Posted by Civilian Jezem (Upstanding Citizen) in There’s A Bad Moon Rising (Tag Zerbo)
The things I do for my husband Argam thought for not the last time as he sat in a comfortable chair outside the office of the Colonial Finance Minister. The Ferengi wore his best suit and thumbed at the gold-pressed latinum ring on his right hand. He believed his husband when he said that a financial disaster loomed on Oed’s horizon. Though they cut themselves from their dark criminal pasts, Jezem kept some contacts. In case of emergencies was the reasoning though now Argam wasn’t sure if he was blessed or cursed by that particular choice. Something big was coming this way and his husband insisted he warn the Finance Minister before they all suffered the consequences.

Argam tried not to squirm in his seat, trying to hide his discomfort around other Ferengi. Fearful that they could see right through him and knew he did not belong. That he didn’t have all the Rules of Acquisition memorized and didn’t treat latinum and it’s accumulation as the ultimate goal in life. He was a good business man but he wasn’t a good Ferengi buisness man. How in the world was he supposed to convince the Minister of this impending financial doom?

Argam, Husband of Jezem

A tall Vulcan lady appeared from behind the desk. “Argam. Is it? The Minister would see you now.” She pressed a button and two big doors going to the office of the Finance Minister opened.

Once inside, Argam would immediately see valuables, priceless works of art and artifacts from their homeworld among other things, lining a giant foyer that was about 50 meters squared, then going to the main office area which was 100 meters wide and 400 meters long and high vaulted ceiling about 50 meters tall. Far in the back sat the fat Ferengi Finance Minister at his desk. Pressing the intercom Zerbo spoke. “Please go to the bar on your left and help yourself to whatever you want and eat from the buffet cart to its left. I will be there shortly.”

All the furniture, glasses, dinnerware, etc were fit and made for Ferengi’s. After about 20 minutes, Zerbo made his was over pouring himself a full glass of Trillian Port. “I am sorry for the wait dear sir. I was busy with another matter of importance. It is very nice to see more Ferengi coming here. How my I help you today?

Zerbo, Finance Minister

“Right. Thank you,” Argam bowed his head to the Vulcan before stepping into the office. The really, really extravagant office. Argam couldn’t help but oogle at some of the wealthier items. Such fine art pieces they were, and artifacts from the homeworld. The sheer size of this office. . . Didn’t one get tired walking back and forth through it all day? Argam eyed the offerings on the bar and buffet. He brought some latinum strips in case he had to pay for anything but decided to play things safe and leave both alone. He didn’t have much of an appetite at the moment anyways and alcohol won’t make his job any easier.

“The wait was no trouble at all,” Argam said, “and Oed is a fine colony full of opportunity.” All the market research he did suggested a stable economy on the rise. Which made the news he had to give all the more urgent. “Yes, you see I’m here today because- Well, to give you an urgent warning.” Argam paused, waving one hand as though he could conjure the magic words for a convincing argument, “Someone, or a group of individuals, are planning to flood Oed with low-cost products of seemingly exceptional quality except they’re all cheaply produced junk. All this done with the intent to destabilize the local markets and get their foot in the door.” These people are planning something big, Jezem said. This first phase of theirs only the start should they succeed.

Argam, Husband of Jezem