Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2014 16:28:10 GMT -8
Since his arrival on SGE a week ago, Qoyk had been poking around in every corner of the station to which he had access and had even managed to almost ride the coat-tails of a visiting dignitary into the restricted residence section, reserved only for the very wealthy or those with power, but was soon turned around and escorted back to where he belonged. Not in a kind, "you must be lost, let me help you," way, either. It was a bit more forceful than that.
So, he decided to use one of his best attributes, that of his large lobes, to eavesdrop on the locals, cataloging those who needed things, those who had things, and those who could be easily manipulated. It was becoming quite the long list. Happily it seemed, SGE was a haven for individuals who were seeking a new life or running from an old one.
One of the names that had come up several times was that of Giacomo D'Anaconda. Many had heard of him, few had seen him. His establishment was run by others, with the big man hiding behind the scenes. On occasion, he did make an appearance, but only briefly, as if doing so was just to prove to others that the figurehead was real. He was rumored to be older, with harsh lines on his face, evidence of a life far from luxury. Qoyk was intrigued. A man like that usually had needs, and Qoyk was definitely one to fill those needs, for a price.
As he walked into the nightclub, he glanced around at the decor. It seemed to be in transition, as if a mind had been changed halfway through the decorating process. At least it wasn't that cliche' Quark's imitation that he had encountered on the other side of the Promenade.
A beefy hand appeared in front of his face and he skidded to a stop.
"Hold for scanning," the deep voice said.
"Do I look like someone who would carry a weapon," Qoyk asked, amused.
"I don't make the rules, pal," the man said. Truth be told, the scan wasn't really for weapons. While it would detect them, sure, it was more of an identity check and, most importantly, a scan for currency. He waved the device in front of Qoyk and his eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline at the results. The Ferengi's jacket was made of gold-pressed latinum. Decorative, sure, but more expensive than anything that had yet passed through this door. "You can pass," the goon said quickly. As Qoyk continued inside, the bouncer sent a quick message to Giacomo.
Qoyk walked directly onto the transparent dance floor and looked down. This would be a great place for an Orion pole dancer...
Tag @giacomo/Any
So, he decided to use one of his best attributes, that of his large lobes, to eavesdrop on the locals, cataloging those who needed things, those who had things, and those who could be easily manipulated. It was becoming quite the long list. Happily it seemed, SGE was a haven for individuals who were seeking a new life or running from an old one.
One of the names that had come up several times was that of Giacomo D'Anaconda. Many had heard of him, few had seen him. His establishment was run by others, with the big man hiding behind the scenes. On occasion, he did make an appearance, but only briefly, as if doing so was just to prove to others that the figurehead was real. He was rumored to be older, with harsh lines on his face, evidence of a life far from luxury. Qoyk was intrigued. A man like that usually had needs, and Qoyk was definitely one to fill those needs, for a price.
As he walked into the nightclub, he glanced around at the decor. It seemed to be in transition, as if a mind had been changed halfway through the decorating process. At least it wasn't that cliche' Quark's imitation that he had encountered on the other side of the Promenade.
A beefy hand appeared in front of his face and he skidded to a stop.
"Hold for scanning," the deep voice said.
"Do I look like someone who would carry a weapon," Qoyk asked, amused.
"I don't make the rules, pal," the man said. Truth be told, the scan wasn't really for weapons. While it would detect them, sure, it was more of an identity check and, most importantly, a scan for currency. He waved the device in front of Qoyk and his eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline at the results. The Ferengi's jacket was made of gold-pressed latinum. Decorative, sure, but more expensive than anything that had yet passed through this door. "You can pass," the goon said quickly. As Qoyk continued inside, the bouncer sent a quick message to Giacomo.
Qoyk walked directly onto the transparent dance floor and looked down. This would be a great place for an Orion pole dancer...
Tag @giacomo/Any