Lt Commander Ava Munro - Post Scarcity Utopian Nonsense
Ava Munro
((Outside the Slug-nasium - Ferenginar))
Ava looked to the building they were stood outside of. The Slug-nasium. Some kind of boxing gym or arena.
Munro: You fight?
Ava provided her CO with a cheeky grin. She hadn't yet got a grips of where MacKenzie lay on the fun-o-meter. She figured she'd soon find out - maybe when she was being drummed out of Starfleet by a Fleet Captain no less.
MacKenzie: ::flatly, rolling her eyes:: Only Starfleet Command when they send me on bogus missions that are a waste of my time. Long story. Not that they would enjoy the idea of a flag officer fighting...
Somewhere in-between. Ava could work with that.
Munro: I suppose you can picture the face of the Admiral who thought it was a good idea when you throw a punch at a bag. I've been told it's therapeutic.
Ava noticed MacKenzie raise an eyebrow, and she tried a disarming smile or at least she hoped that was how it came across.
MacKenzie: Do you fight?!
Munro: :: joke :: I've been known to tussle. Rarely win but the greatest lessons come in defeat or so I'm led to believe.
MacKenzie: The Ferengi don't fight, but they gamble on other species that do. Want to go in and see if we can catch a match?
Ava nodded enthusiastically. This was a better turn of events than she had anticipated. She got to watch a fight AND spend some downtime with MacKenzie. She had felt that since she had come aboard they had only ever danced in a professional capacity.
A boxing match was a perfect venue to get the barriers down, ironically.
Munro: You don't need to ask me twice.
MacKenzie: Response
They stepped between the large bronze pillars, following a throng of visitors of mixed species'. There were several automated ticketing machines with holo-Ferengi that were bartering for the admittance fee.
Munro: How's your bartering skill? :: wince :: I have to admit I'm not good with latinum.
MacKenzie: Response
Ava stepped forward, and the holographic Ferengi smiled before disappearing altogether. An elderly Ferengi lady stepped forward, she looked at them and appeared to sniff the air around them.
Ferengi Lady: :: notes the pips :: Fleet Captain and a Lt. Commander…
She eyed them up some more and then whispered something under her breath that Ava thought was something about lower deckers being more gullible.
Ferengi Lady: :: crossed arms :: You got latinum? Post-scarcity utopia nonsense and all that high and mighty Starfleet hoodoo doesn't pay my operating fees to the Ferengi Institute of Commerce. And I suppose she :: points at MacKenzie :: will be wanting the VIP treatment, the foot massage and the full works? Looks like she might need a facial as well - stressful job running a fleet. Tried it, gave me indigestion, sold the whole lot of them for a tidy profit.
Ava bit on her lip to stop a laugh coming out. Not that she found the woman funny, she actually thought she might be the most fearsome Ferengi she'd ever met.
MacKenzie: Response
Munro: Just standard tickets will do. We're just a couple of girls wanting to catch a fight. That's all.
She turned to an assistant nearby.
Ferengi Lady: Payment upfront. And payment now. I'm not dealing with those Starfleet adjusters. Took me a whole season to get my latinum last time :: eyes up MacKenzie :: The higher the rank, the harder to pay. Always the same.
MacKenzie: Response
Tags/TBC
Acting Commanding Officer
USS Artemis-A
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