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“This is bullshit! Market rate for diplomatic consultation at this scale is 500k scrip, 750 if I’m feeling generous and I am most certainly not!”
The Saurian diplomat in front of you inclined his head in what you assumed to be a gesture of apology.
“You are not wrong Mr. Horner, unfortunately the scrip you are offering is backed by Clan Margathon. That clan is-as you say-‘in the red’. We of clan Quezet are taking an enormous risk in accepting Margathon scrip at all. Consider the inflated price compensation for our risk. After all there is a very real chance it will become worthless soon.”
“Even so, two million scrip is outrageous!”
“It is the only deal I am authorized to accept, unless you can offer payment in a more stable currency?”
Well this was news to you. No wonder Maragathon was willing to ask an upstart alien shipyard with no track record to build them something; they were desperate! How did you not figure this out sooner!? You were so eager to take on your first project you hadn’t even done a basic background check. I mean, you thought the fact that they could put money on the table meant that they were legit right?
Regardless you were too far along with the project to let it fall through now, and frankly; did it matter that you were getting ripped off if the money you were losing was worthless? You allow yourself a very long-drawn-out groan.
“fffffffFINE! Two million scrip for a department’s worth of human/saurian diplomats. Just stop my clients and crews from murdering each other until we can finish the ship!”
>Lost 2mil Margathon Scrip
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>cont
