> a Ferengi run tavern that had a so-so reputation.
>
> "I need to ge here anyway to cancel any more future orders of dog for
> me for a while." said Knucklebiter.
>
> The communications officer nodded and started moving toward the tavern.
> He had to admit that dog was not a common delicacy, but many Earth
> cultures had included them in their menu in the
> past. He stood in the
> entryway as the ursoid spoke with the proprietor.
>
Knucklebiter motioned o9ne of the Ferengi waiters over
to the bar, leaning over it to keep thier conversation
low.
"Ugluk, tell Durg to hold off on any more of those
'dogs' for me please, they are a little too rich for
my system." said the Lt, as he patted his midsection.
"Get me a Stirlak tea, extra extra sweet, cold."
"Can do Mr Knucklebiter." the young Ferengi replied.
" A little something for the 'wife fund'".
Knucklebiter said as he placed a strip of ladinum on
the bar, which quickly dissapeared into the waiter's
pocket.
>
> When the ursoid returned, Brad started telling him
> what had happened.
> "Your department head was held hostage this morning
> by someone we
> believe is a member of the Brotherhood of Humanity.
> He is in his
> quarters, but we are putting forward that he was
> badly injured. I
> wanted to make sure that you knew he was all right."
>
"More Brotherhood messes..." he exhaled deeply. "Just
as long as I know what story to tell, I guess, if I
asked by anyone. He took a deep pull of his tea fron
the huge tankard, "I just returned from an away
mission, that involved them, but until I know if it is
"Classified' or not I can't elaborate."
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