Quark instantly gasped! Were was he? Why were there a huge number of hu-mon's in primitive clothing cheering? Just moments ago he had been in a shuttle that had been tumbling toward's the atmosphere of his new moon that he had been able to purchase from his profit's from the tullberry wine franchise he had built in the year's after his time on DS9.
"Lock Her up" someone yelled from the crowd. Trump, still confused didn't know what to say but suddenly he noticed something about himself. He had hair! It didn't feel connected though, more like it had been artificially attached his head. Also his lobes were gone! Instead he had smaller human ears, which matched is comically small hands that he just noticed. Was he dead and reincarnated? In the older days of the Ferengi alliance there had been talk of people who did this when they died instead of going to the devine treasuary.
It was said that if you made a profit you would be rewarded with untold power and the ability to control people and make profit off them in ways that even Ferengi businessmen could never do in, life.
Quark yelled "Lock Her Up" back at the crowd and they went crazy with excitment. He didn't know who this "her" was but that didn't matter. He could look that stuff up later. Perhaps the small communicator device he had in his pant pocket would allow him to do that and maybe even find other ways to make these people whom, he asumed were his personal slaves, also devote themselves to him. Quark had a few idea's on how to make money but never got to try them in life. Maybe that was what this was all about. A chance to elevate himself to something even bigger than a Nagus. Quark smiled. "I think I am going to like it here." he said and then began plotting in his head.
Jason
"Lock Her up" someone yelled from the crowd. Trump, still confused didn't know what to say but suddenly he noticed something about himself. He had hair! It didn't feel connected though, more like it had been artificially attached his head. Also his lobes were gone! Instead he had smaller human ears, which matched is comically small hands that he just noticed. Was he dead and reincarnated? In the older days of the Ferengi alliance there had been talk of people who did this when they died instead of going to the devine treasuary.
It was said that if you made a profit you would be rewarded with untold power and the ability to control people and make profit off them in ways that even Ferengi businessmen could never do in, life.
Quark yelled "Lock Her Up" back at the crowd and they went crazy with excitment. He didn't know who this "her" was but that didn't matter. He could look that stuff up later. Perhaps the small communicator device he had in his pant pocket would allow him to do that and maybe even find other ways to make these people whom, he asumed were his personal slaves, also devote themselves to him. Quark had a few idea's on how to make money but never got to try them in life. Maybe that was what this was all about. A chance to elevate himself to something even bigger than a Nagus. Quark smiled. "I think I am going to like it here." he said and then began plotting in his head.
Jason
