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tamingthemuseTitle: The stars are made of latinum
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: Gen
Prompt: tamingthemuse #383 Opportunity Whispers
Fandom: Star Trek : Deep Space Nine
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I wish I did.
Summary: Females and finances don't mix. But for how long ?
"Home is where the heart is, but the stars are made of latinum." - Rule of Acquisition Number 75
One day comes, in the life of every Ferengi, when he hears opportunity whispering in his lobes, and all he can hope is that this whisper will never fade away, and will bring him more latinum than he can dream of.
Nekta had heard it, too, the beautiful melody of latinum passing from the gullible pockets of strangers to the deep ones of a true Ferengis.
The only problem was that only male Ferengis were allowed to pursue the glorious path of profits, and Nekta was a female. It didn't matter that she felt she had the business lobes, no male from her planet would take her seriously. And not to be taken seriously by the Ferengis was not to be taken seriously in the financial world at all. Females and finances don't mix, they said. Rule of Acquisition number 94.
And then she heard about a female, some Ferengi called Pel, that had escaped the planet and had travelled through the universe, looking for opportunities ans profits in the habits of a male. It was secret talks between women, only whispered when no male was around, on those rare occasions when females were allowed to socialize with their peer. It was dangerous talk, the kind that could put ideas inside young females' heads, and no Ferengi wanted to see his female think.
Poor males. If only they had known what was really going on under their noses, all the fortunes that were gained and lost under false names. Sometimes the Ferengi Commerce Authority would catch a female doing business, take all her gains and ask for a written letter of apology, but they were more and more to think they had the right – the opportunity - to make profit.
And so Nekta decided she would try too, and she arranged to get a transport out of Ferenginar, to emulate Pel and conquer the universe's latinum. She would dress as a male, as it was the only way to get out of the planet, and to enter the business' world, but she swore she would, one day, when she would have become rich beyond imagination, reveal herself as a woman, and show Ferenginar ad the universe that women could have the business lobes too.
It was with all those dreams on her mind that she stepped for the first time on the Deep Space Nine space station, dressed as man – well, simply dressed was already a revolution. It was far from home, already known as a place of changes (Pel had worked here, and Nekta had heard of some Ferengis deciding not to follow the path of the profit here). She could begin here, as an apprentice, learned what she had to do, and then go explore the quadrant. It was a good plan.
She checked her synthetic lobes a last time, making sure noone would notice they weren't real, and she was off for her new life.
"Hi, I'm there for the apprenticeship."
"It was about time. Grab a plate and take those drinks to the first dabo table", the bartender replied, a typical Ferengi named Quark, who doubled as the owner of the pub. Nekta nodded and did as she was told. She wondered how long it would take her to get enough latinum to have her own tavern. She would very much like that.
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: Gen
Prompt: tamingthemuse #383 Opportunity Whispers
Fandom: Star Trek : Deep Space Nine
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I wish I did.
Summary: Females and finances don't mix. But for how long ?
"Home is where the heart is, but the stars are made of latinum." - Rule of Acquisition Number 75
One day comes, in the life of every Ferengi, when he hears opportunity whispering in his lobes, and all he can hope is that this whisper will never fade away, and will bring him more latinum than he can dream of.
Nekta had heard it, too, the beautiful melody of latinum passing from the gullible pockets of strangers to the deep ones of a true Ferengis.
The only problem was that only male Ferengis were allowed to pursue the glorious path of profits, and Nekta was a female. It didn't matter that she felt she had the business lobes, no male from her planet would take her seriously. And not to be taken seriously by the Ferengis was not to be taken seriously in the financial world at all. Females and finances don't mix, they said. Rule of Acquisition number 94.
And then she heard about a female, some Ferengi called Pel, that had escaped the planet and had travelled through the universe, looking for opportunities ans profits in the habits of a male. It was secret talks between women, only whispered when no male was around, on those rare occasions when females were allowed to socialize with their peer. It was dangerous talk, the kind that could put ideas inside young females' heads, and no Ferengi wanted to see his female think.
Poor males. If only they had known what was really going on under their noses, all the fortunes that were gained and lost under false names. Sometimes the Ferengi Commerce Authority would catch a female doing business, take all her gains and ask for a written letter of apology, but they were more and more to think they had the right – the opportunity - to make profit.
And so Nekta decided she would try too, and she arranged to get a transport out of Ferenginar, to emulate Pel and conquer the universe's latinum. She would dress as a male, as it was the only way to get out of the planet, and to enter the business' world, but she swore she would, one day, when she would have become rich beyond imagination, reveal herself as a woman, and show Ferenginar ad the universe that women could have the business lobes too.
It was with all those dreams on her mind that she stepped for the first time on the Deep Space Nine space station, dressed as man – well, simply dressed was already a revolution. It was far from home, already known as a place of changes (Pel had worked here, and Nekta had heard of some Ferengis deciding not to follow the path of the profit here). She could begin here, as an apprentice, learned what she had to do, and then go explore the quadrant. It was a good plan.
She checked her synthetic lobes a last time, making sure noone would notice they weren't real, and she was off for her new life.
"Hi, I'm there for the apprenticeship."
"It was about time. Grab a plate and take those drinks to the first dabo table", the bartender replied, a typical Ferengi named Quark, who doubled as the owner of the pub. Nekta nodded and did as she was told. She wondered how long it would take her to get enough latinum to have her own tavern. She would very much like that.
