Negotiation Game | Starter for lastnamebasis
Bones stood in the entrance of cargo bay, mouth slanted downward into a contemplative scowl. Since the USS Enterprise was docked in the Cardassian Spaceport, heād felt it prudent to run a perfunctory check on their inventory levels. The results wereā¦. Well, they were frustrating as hell!
āI swear tāgod, we never should have gotten roped into the liberation of that pleasure planetā¦ā The doctor muttered to himself. Triage on the injured and needy fleeing the planet had all but depleted his consumable resources. Now Leonard was forced to admit he would have to beam down to the vendors markets for Cardassia and negotiate some additional medical supplies.
āDamnā¦ā Bones growled beneath his breath, ā...damn damn damnā¦ā Turning abruptly, he stalked down the hallway towards the turbolift, riding it to the Bridge.
The trouble with negotiating goods from Cardassia wasnāt the hospitality, or even the accessible means. It was that Cardassians liked to put everything down in writing for their official records. And they only ever wrote in the Cardassian language.
Ā Which Bones could neither speak, nor read.
Emerging onto the Bridge, Leonard tipped a nod at his captain before turning and striding over to where Uhura sat. āLieutenantā¦ā He greeted, nearly raising his hand on instinct to tip a hat that wasnāt there. Women always did that tāhim. āā¦could I, ahā¦ Could I have a moment of yer time?ā
