Trading And Occasionally Smuggling
Posted on November 21st, 2014 by Ilaihr

‘Clock’ ‘Clock’ ‘Clock’, there was a knock at the door. A young human was stood impatiently, with a Ferengi PADD in hand, waiting for a response. ‘Clock’ ‘Clock’ ‘Clock’, he knocked again, this time louder.
"Come in Adam, my boy!" Called a voice from the other side.
He entered the room. "How did you know it was me?" He asked before realising he was talking to a telepath. He was then suddenly struck by a wall of smoke and a strong smell, his face convulsed and contorted as he coughed and choked trying to pull himself together. "Captain… Are you smoking?"
"Nooooo…." Ilaihr replied innocently. "What could possibly give you that idea?"
Adam continued to splutter at the smell. "Call it a hunch sir; based on the pipe in your mouth, the all encompassing ambience of the room and the fact that smoke is coming out of your nose!"
"I guess I’m smoking then. I find it relaxing."
"Isn’t it banned in the Federation? Its like super unhealthy." He inquired in a concerned tone. "What is even in there?"
"Ah, but this isn’t a Federation ship, and if you remember we do cart a good many things through the Federation that aren’t actually legal in the Federation."
"Point taken."
"And to answer your other question, its a mixture of things I’ve been growing in hydroponics. There’s some Salvia Divinorum, some Nicotiana Tabacum, Cannabis Indica, and I added some Lophophora Williamsii for its mescaline content. I find entheogens relaxing and quite…. enlightening. Although N. Tabacum, know as tobacco isnt an entheogen in itself, it does allow the concoction to stay lit much more easily. Would you care for a toke my boy?"
"No! Thank you sir… it’s not my thing really." His eyes started to water.
"I assume you havent come in to talk about my personal bad habits. Unless you’ve come to play me at poker?"
"Again, no." He passed the PADD to Ilaihr, whilst shielding his coughs from the captain’s face. "Daimon Shok called; those containers of beryllium we picked up, he has a buyer for them."
Ilaihr let out a deep sigh, containing thick amounts of smoke as he looked over the PADD. "Gesik?"
"Aye cap."
"That blasted Ferengi sending us to the crocodile people."
"Not a fan of the Gorn sir?"
"I dont mind the Gorn. Although you should always carry a weapon when we deal with them, lest you become their next meal. I just don’t like going there." He handed the PADD back to Adam. "Tell Jingo to set a course."
"It’s a nine month trip to the Gorn Hegemony sir! What the hell are we going to do on the way?"
"Luckily we have some buisness in the Klingon Empire on the way, that should keep us busy. So you dont have to worry about getting bored, and if you still do, you could always take up smoking?"
"I’ll pass. I’ll get to it then sir, you have fun."
"I’m sorry Adam I can no longer hear you over the kaleidoscope of psychedelic colours. Tell Dan’el to bring me an update on the plasma injectors on your way, if you’re even still there."
Bemused, Adam nodded at Ilaihr as he left his quarters, shaking his head at how fundamentally eccentric his captain is. All the while Ilaihr was reclined in his chair, with all the muscle coordination of a jellyfish, laughing to himself and the rabbit like humanoids he was hallucinating.