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A Ferengi Marauder-class cruiser slowed from warp speed as it entered the Sol System. It was not a common occurance. While Ferengi were not rare in the system, it was not common for a military vessel to enter the home system of the Federation.
At that time, Ambassador Rilg sat in his quarters awaiting the ship's arrival at Space Station McKinley. He was surprised that his government had opted to accept the invitation to join the Diplomatic Council. While the Ferengi were an economic force in the Beta and Alpha Quadrants, they were very little military threat to the other powers of the region. Considering that the Council had been set up to prevent future wars, he saw little reason for the Ferengi Alliance to accept the seat. Of course, the decision was actually up to the Grand Nagesse, and she had decided that it was time for the Alliance to take on a full role in galactic affairs. Grand Nagesse Yshelle had that right.
The comm horn sounded. "Ambassador Rilg. We are approaching Earth. I assumed you would like to come over to the Bridge to contact the station."
"I will be right over" responded the Ambassador with annoyance. He could not stand Daimon Dork. The man was a snivelling idiot. He was what had resulted from the reforms of Grand Naguses Zek and Rom's period of reform. Fools that were more worried about good service than profit. Thankfully, most of those reforms had failed, though, the existance of the current Grand Nagesse Yselle did prove that some of the reforms had worked. The influx of workers had vastly improved the Ferengi economy and helped the Alliance grow to twise its previous size.
Rilg slipped on his colorful jacket and stepped in front of the mirror to make sure that he looked presentable before heading over to the Bridge. He arrived and made his way over the the Daimon's seat, where Dork was looking over some information on a PADD. Rilg had a feeling that the information Dork was looking at had nothing to do with latinum or profits. He sighed to announce his presence.
Dork looked up at him. "Welcome to the Bridge, Ambassador. May I get you anything?"
Rilg couldn't help the second sigh that escaped his lips. "Daimon Dork, just have your communications officer hail the station. I would like to get off this ship as soon as possible."
A look of horror had quickly passed over Dork's face. Had he failed in providing everything the Ambassador had needed? He could only wonder. He wanted to ask so that he would not make the same error again, but he had a feeling that thtat would only annoy Rilg further. He turned and nodded toward the communications console.
A moment later, the disgusting face of a human male filled the viewscreen. "I am Lt. Brad Arsineau. Welcome to Spacedock. How may I help you?"
Rilg fought off the desire to just scream. It was not this human's fault that he had had enough of such offers. "Thank you, Lieutenant. I am Ambassador Rilg, the new Ferengi Ambassador to the Federation and the Diplomatic Council. We were hoping that you could provide us with a docking bay so I could come aboard."
Brad nodded. "Certainly, Ambassador. One moment please." Brad quickly turned to another console to check some information. "Your ship can dock at Docking Bay Nine."
"Thank you, Lieutenant," he replied before the connection was closed. Rilg turned and walked to the nearest hallway. "Inform me when we are docked."
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In Ops, Brad quickly buzzed Admiral Renaud's Office. "Sir, I wanted to inform you that Ambassador Rilg of the Ferengi Alliance is arriving. His ship will be docking at Bay Nine, sir."
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Ray & AJ
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