Quark stood on the roof, checking his data pad. After a few moments, he saw the shuttle descending, landing on one of the docking pads that had never been used before.

He spat on the ground as the back of the shuttle opened.

Brunt was here, and he was smiling. It was never good when Brunt smiled.

[ooc: Establishy and locked to. . . me.]

Quark's datapad was flashing. Which hadn't happened ever in the entirety of his stay in Fandom. He blinked a few times, and picked it up ( Read more... )

Quark lay in his bed, feeling miserable and definitly not feeling up to his weekly broadcast.

Today would be a day spent recovering for the poor ill Ferengi.

[ooc: Just establishing the lack of the radio show today. Work schedule change and etcetera means I will be moving Profits and Prophecy to Saturdays, starting this week, assuming the ( Read more... )

Quark hated the thought of getting sentimental. But today, he found himself in his shuttle, going through the computer core ( Read more... )

Well, hell ( Read more... )

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