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NAME OF LOCATION - Ferengi Outpost of Acquisition

DESCRIPTION - Think of something illegal or something valuable. Something you've always wanted. Now, think of you finding that thing. This outpost makes those crazy little dreams of yours become a reality. Morals? Ethics? Common decency of items for sale? Such trivial things are terrible for business!

Ferengi Rule of Acquisition 202 -
The justification for profit...is profit.

The Outpost itself is actually a very old Federation Station design that was purchased by the Ferengi due to its cheap price tag ... and because it was a good deal. The station was painted brown and retrofitted for a more proper Ferengi place of business. Traders, barterers, merchants, and all sorts of people sell various wares from this place.

Being an old station design, the Outpost also features a few rooms that could serve as guest quarters. The outpost also has docks for up to six vessels. Any more than this will have to hold position off to the side of the outpost. Of course, simply parking your vessel here comes at a price... However, some merchants sell their items out of their ships to pay rent, and the Outpost is often surrounded by a small flotilla of freighters and merchant vessels.

The Outpost is not terribly defended, however, most of those that would generally attack a small and mostly defenseless station are actually patrons of this place, meaning that actual threats to the outpost are very very rare. However, for its size (and age), the Outpost has a respectable arsenal of weapons to defend itself such as shields, phasers, and torpedoes. Of course, those around the station itself may jump in to defend their livelihood if threatened as well, making the Outpost a tempting, but mostly unreachable goal when it comes to victory.

Prophet's
Prophet's, obviously a pun on the word "profits" and the almost godlike respect that the Rules of Acquisition hold among the Ferengi, is a bar that sits in the main area of the outpost, and serves as the primary place for social interaction between patrons of the station, when they aren't buying things in shops. All sorts of food, drink, and some other pleasures may be purchased here for the enjoyment of all who enter.


LOCATION - The Ferengi Outpost of Acquisition is located in Sector E-6

PEOPLE - Pirates, Scalawags, Bottom-Feeders, and of course businessmen/women of all kinds can be found on the Outpost. There are more slime balls here than anywhere else in the Quadrant. But just because the business tactics are shady doesn't mean they're all bad. It really varies as much as the people themselves. Whoever you buy from, or sell to, just be ready for anything.

CLIMATE - The Outpost is a center of commerce, profit, and a hub of activity for questionable persons. This means the climate on the station is much like a giant mall, with a bunch of pirates, outlaws, and business sharks roaming the halls... Needless to say, it isn't the place for a quiet and relaxing experience.

RESOURCES -If there are any resources here, you won't be leaving with any of them without paying a hefty price.

ASTRONOMICAL DATA -
The Outpost is very near Tortuga Prime, and the Tortuga Prime Nebula, thus, its almost guaranteed that these areas will have a vast supply of pirates, outlaws, and independents running around at any given time.

Incomprehensible chatter and laughter came from a few tables in the back of the bar. The small crowd primarily consisted of humans, but there were easily a few Klingons and Romulans in the mix. The tables were litered with several empty bottles and shot glasses, not to mention spilled alcohol. Oddly enough, there wasn't any hostility floating around. They had just previously released all their frustration on a few other unfortunates.

Needless to say, they would leave quite the mess in their wake.

Currently leading the group of scallywags was possibly the only properly dressed man in the room. Despite the numerous drinks he had stacked up against the other men bold enough to partake in the previous drinking game, Gilder didn't look the slightest bit drunk. He looked to be leading a conversation with someone a majority of the time.

Ryuma was completely toasted, having fallen asleep in his own arms. Needless to say, he'd awaken later with wet clothing as the ice his crewmates were stuffing in his clothes melted. This wasn't helped by the numerous beverages that were spilled during the course of their stay. No one would suspect that the sleeping guy with a frilly yellow hat was actually the captain of the crew, especially with the amount of disrespect the pirates were showing him while he was unconscious.

Did any of them care that they were taking up a third of the station's docking facilities? ******** no. They sure as hell weren't going to leave the SS Essential or the SS Tovarek hanging in orbit. Needless to say, the rest of the crew took turns manning the two ships.

The Romulan in question stood up, seemingly offended that they even had the gall to compare himself to them.

"Psh. You witless prunes couldn't muster the brainpower to do more than bludgeon eachother to death."

He was obviously smashed already, as he kept trailing off at the end of his sentances. However, it was enough for one of his Klingon buddies to hear him.

"Speak up. I couldn't hear you, nancy boy!"

The romulan glanced back over his shoulder for a brief moment, hardly remembering he was there at all. Not that it mattered; Gilder and credits were the only loose glue holding the Romulans and Klingons together.

"I wasn't talking about you, microbrain! You're only a halfwit."

The Romulan would probably have gotten his a** beaten by members of his own crew had he not trailed off on that last part. Gilder did nothing to stop this; he seemed completely disinterested. Ryuma was completely out of it, and would probably be egging them on even if he were awake.

A flash and then a white streak appeared outside the system, it was distance, but still visible. A large Ferengi Freighter slowed to full Impulse and lumbered into the system. It angled to its race's Outpost, which was fitting. There would be no other reason for it to go anywhere else. The Ferengi Outpost was the main 'attraction' in the sector. Who else doesn't like a run-down Outpost on the brink of collapse on the edge of known space? Didn't think so...

The Ferengi Freighter came in close, and disregarding a long waiting line for docking, moved into a docking ring and slowed to a stop. Docking Clamps wasted no time extending and then attaching themselves to the vessel. Soon, long and slender exit ramps extended from the station and attached over specific point across the ship. Oxygen and other gases, some having pungent odors, flooded the boarding ramps and brought the smells of the station into the starship...

The bolted doors hissed open as the boarding ramps completed their sealing onto the vessel's hull. Finally, the inner doors opened, completing the attachment of the Ferengi vessel to its Ferengi station. Now occupants would begin exiting the vessel and boarding the station, dispersing off into any and every direction possible...

The crowd's intense size made it considerably difficult to manoeuvre their way through the crowd. Many times, Kelvinar and his man almost got separated into small splinter cells. Kelvinar rallied his men together in a small overhang between two stores selling an odd assortment of equipment. One appeared the be selling Medical Supplies, while, another seemed to be selling an impressive selection of food and drink...

Once Kelvinar's men had be gathered, he began to speak so as they all could hear them, "I want you to split up into 4 groups of two and disperse around the station. Keep an eye out for Supplies that we may need. Also," he began to add, "keep an ear out for information that may prove to be useful," he concluded and sent them all off in their separate ways. Some began to search on this floor and other floors...

Kelvinar decided to take Jefferson and go to the Weapon Sales Store. They would need more and better firepower back when fighting the Romulans. Not to mention, they would either need to find someone to purchase Torpedoes from to replenish their diminishing stock or, find someone that would provide all the Torpedoes for free, granted, if they chose to upgrade their Torpedo Tubes...

They quickly pushed their way through the crowd to enter into the shop. Not many people were in the store, because, the store only needed a few people to keep it a profitable business. Kelvinar and Jefferson stepped over what appeared to be a discarded Phaser Cell. Kelvinar glanced back at Jefferson in slightly confusion. They averted their sight back to what was in front of them. They took glances at the different shelves and their merchandise...

They peered over the tops of some shelves in an effort to find the Ferengi in charge of the store. They could not find him. They stole a glance to the back of the store and saw a few hallways leading to what appeared to be Cargo Bays, no doubt, the Ship Weapon Systems. That was what they wanted. But, however, they first needed to find the Ferengi Store Owner..

The quickly made their way to the counter, hunched up their shoulders and moved up to the front of the counter. Still, there was no Ferengi Merchant. Curious, Kelvinar peered over the edge of the counter. When no Ferengi appeared to them, they rang a bell that they discovered on the counter and waited...