(If anyone wants to join and take over an NPC, please feel free!)

“Ok that’s enough!” Jaiturk shouted as he stamped a foot down in the dusty road, the boy’s eyes fixed on a larger child who looked like he could easily break the 10 year old in two. It was a young Bajoran teen named Jaelo Tryad, maybe 14 at the oldest, trying to earn a credit or two selling home made Jumja sticks in the city square. He knew his place, and he knew what would happen if he didn’t pay his fee. He remembered what happened to Xovris Dirr, a 12 year old Tellarite mechanic, well enough. He failed to pay Jaiturk his protection fee one day and the next? Each and every tool broken and unusable. He was heart broken as those tools were a gift from his father to help the family get by. But he knew the rules…

“Ok ok…” Jaelo replied as he fished out the usual fee, 10 credits, and handed them to the smaller Orion who smiled at the older kid and reached over, grabbing a small Jumja stick and sticking it in his mouth. “Very good, I’ll see you tomorrow Jaelo…” Jaiturk said as he turned to walk away.

Xorvis approached Jai and said, “I’ve got the protection money from the Cardassian twins and the Korda girl but… she said we might have trouble…” As it turns out Xorvis was a fantastic lieutenant. After getting shaken down and seeing what Jai was capable of, he approached the Orion with a proposal. He joins Jai, helping to create a small band of thugs and thieves, in return he gets a decent cut and the power as second in command. That was over a year ago and the relationship had at times been tense, but through their growing criminal enterprise the boys had become fast friends.

Jai let out a chuckle before throwing his hands behind his head and clasping them together, laughing out loud before dropping them down and leaning against a building, crossing his legs and digging his toes into the dirt, lowering and shaking his head as the laugh drew to a close. He looked up at Xorvis, “You really think the Korda will care that we stole Anastasia’s pocket money? Those syndicate pretending phonies have made enough money to buy her a a palace, we twisted her arm for 20 credits! We’ll be fine…” he said, a little unsure of himself as he said it out loud.

—Jaiturk, Brat—