Cuts Like A Knife

Posted on Mon Sep 24th, 2018 @ 11:21am by

Mission: Mission 8 - Shattered
Location: Azziz Spaceport
Timeline: MD 14: 0100
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The meeting that Kravik was in took much longer than what he had expected it would, of course when dealing with and Ferengi, things have a way of being drawn out unnecessarily. Luckily though the payout more than made up for the extra time that it took to complete the deal. Kravik had no love for the Orions, but they're gold-pressed latinum spend just as well as anyone else's.

What Cranbrook was walking through a nearby Market on his way to where his ship was docked he caught sight of a few vendors selling some different trinkets of sort. Kravik thought that it would be nice to maybe get Katrina something as a way to thank her for sticking around and not trying to run, again. As Kravik got a little closer to the vendor, he stopped and began looking at the offered inventory. He was unsure of what Katrina would like but was determined to find something.

“Excuse me, sir?” Kravik asked the shop owner, “Could you maybe help me find something for someone?”

The man stepped closer and with a sour smell upon the grungy man's breath answered. “Yes, yes of course my good sir. How may I help you?”

“I'm looking for something for…”

“A woman?”

“Yes, that's right. I was hoping tha..”

“I have the perfect thing. A very rare piece that I just acquired today from a dependable source.” The merchant reached under the counter and then sat out a jewelry box and began opening it. “The piece I have is of supreme craftsmanship of a very rare Andorian Snow Pearl. It is worth easily five hundred credits, but for you I will go as low as four hundred fifty.” He added with a smile that was missing some teeth.

“Hold up, there.” Kravik answered with both hands up. “Let me see the merchandise,” he finally stated. Kravik knew damn well he would have to haggle this guy down, nothing in this tent was worth that much.

The dealer opened the box and Kravik's mouth fell open. “Where did you get this?” He asked with a welling of anger in his voice.

“I told you, as fine and respe….” The voice fell silent as Kravik reached across the counter and grabbed the man's shirt and pulled him over to just a few centimeters from his reddening face. The shop keep then felt a blade on the side of his throat.

With maddening eyes, Kravik repeated his question. “Where is the girl you bought this off of. I will slit your throat right here, and no one will care.” There was a silence that lasted only seconds but to the man whose life was in jeopardy, it lasted an eternity. “Tell me.” Kravik emphasized by pressing the blade harder against the skin, causing pain and few droplets of blood to form.

“Okay, okay.” he answered with a shaking voice. “A few hours ago, she came prancing through here. She looked nervous and scared. She didn't say much, that's all I know. She walked towards the starport, i didn't give her much, so she's probably still trying to find someone that will accept her small offer for transport.”

Kravik pushed the man back, causing him to stumble and land against his back against the opposite wall. Then Kravik grabbed the necklace and put it into his interior jacket pocket.

“Hey, that's mine!” said the dealer as he charged through the side of the booth towards Kravik. The shopkeeper brandished a disruptor pistol, but before he could place it between the two men Kravik had already sank the fifteen centimeter blade between the fourth and fifth rib space while his left hand grabbed the pistol. The man's mouth was open but only a gurgling and hissing sound were the only audible noises.

Kravik laid the dying man down behind the counter and withdrew his blade, cleaning it on the man's shirt. Before standing up, Kravik took the pistol, placed the safety on, and stuffed it into the back of his pants, allowing his jacket to cover it.

“Sorry friend,” Kravik said apologetically, “I was never going to hurt you, this is on you.” Kravik stepped over the man and closed the tent flap behind him. Now he needed to find where Katrina was, and grab a few things from the ship before he did so.

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Kravik
Passenger
Scrape-metal Dealer

 

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