Timeless Treasure
Posted on 12 Sep 2022 @ 6:05am by Brek - Timeless Treasures Art Gallery
Edited on on 12 Sep 2022 @ 6:09am
Mission:
M3 - Into the Deep
Location: Promenade - Timeless Treasure Art Gallery
Timeline: MD06 - 10.30hrs
659 words - 1.3 OF Standard Post Measure
Brek contemplated his new acquisition: a commercial unit, which so far had zero personality and obviously, zero profit. This would have to change super fast. Using an old battered Ferengi PADD, he made a few inquiries and he hired a group of workers to help him with his project. In his mind, the gallery would look like an old curiosity shop, like those they used to have on Earth, circa... well the ancient past. Before hewmons had spaceships and replicators. When space had been blessed by their total absence.
When his minions arrived, he gave multiple directions. Where to place the shop’s sign - which had to be collected among his possessions, stored in a cargo bay. What colours he wanted, where his office would be and how the art would be displayed. As usual, every time an issue was solved, a dozen more details emerged, causing problems, rendering his project too complicated, impossible to achieve and downright pointless, at least according to the leader of those minions.
“Listen, “ Brek started after the umpteenth complaint, shouting above the hammering and sawing noise that filled the place, “... what did you say your name was?”
The man, horribly tall, with a bulky torso and, oddly, thin legs, looked down at him and sighed. “I told you ten times already, my name’s Hanig.
“Yes, Mr Hanig. What I’m asking is not complicated. I want a partition put there,” he indicated, lifting one arm in that direction. “So that I get ample space for my office.”
“I can see what you want, Mr Brek. What I cannot see is why you want it?”
“Why I want it?” Brek almost lost his temper. “But my dear Mr Hanig, it is not for you to see. Just to do. This is what you are being paid for, is it not?”
“Sure is Guv.” The man scratched his head. “But what’s the point? I mean, you are telling me you want more space for your office than you want for your art gallery? Does it make sense? Why not...”
“Stop right there! Be kind enough to put the damned partition where I asked. I need space in that office, otherwise I will suffocate. This is where I’ll spend most of my time, hunting for treasures.”
“Treasures?”
“Art and artifacts. I aim to satisfy collectors throughout the quadrant.”
“Oh...” Hanig walked away. He collected a couple of tools, and then he added. “You should know, there is already an art gallery on the station. It is run by a lady.”
“So what?” The man had touched a nerve and Brek bit his lip. It wasn’t only this commercial unit that needed a revamp. It could also do with a better presence in the gallery. For who would buy art directly from a Ferengi? So he would put a lady too in his gallery. A nice and pleasant one. Yes... Where would he find that, though? Females, no matter their species, were generally temperamental and incomprehensible...
“So you’ll have competition, is all.” Hanig added with a casual shrug. “I can’t understand why we need art galleries in space anyhow. You don’t ask me, but I say it: it’s a dumb idea.”
“You do realize, I hope, Mr Hanig, that if your opinion mattered, you would be in a different line of work? Get on with it. And then I’ll want this desk of mine to be fetched.” Brek looked around him, in the chaos he had orchestrated. “You there, Mr...” This time he remembered the name, “Edhix, go to the cargo bay, and bring me those items.” He gave the man a PADD with a list of instructions.
It went like that for two solid hours, during which Brek moved like a mad man between teams, spending a lot of energy and sweating profusely. Such was the price to pay to reach his idea of perfection.
