<div class="floatleft">(http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/Prince-Omega/Zaheil_zpsibntwufd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zaheil<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Space/Front of the school/ in to the belly of the beast.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rosalyn Janeway<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“I can't believe I let you talk me in to this, cousin” the established entrepreneur spoke to the hologram of his cousin that had convinced him to join Starfleet. The captain on the other end would just chuckle while shaking his head. “It might have been the promise of captaining your own ship” to which Zaheil would hiss and shake his head. “Already captain of my own ship” He motioned outward to the vessel he was currently in, a small Ferengi cargo ship built for speed. “The Federation ships you'll be serving aboard will far outclass the Vaatu in every aspect of the word” the older Ferengi pointed out, Zaheil again hissing in disapproval. “It's not about the<strong>class</strong>. It's about<strong>ownership</strong>. I<em>own</em>Vaatu.<em>I </em>bought her with<em>my</em>money that<em> I </em>earned through business ventures. These<em>Federation</em>Starships belong to nobody except the Federation itself. What was your other point of argument again?” Nog would open his mouth to speak, only to find himself cut off by Zaheil. “Aah. Right. Feemale officers. I did some reading on that too, cousin. With all the rules and and and regulations Starfleet has set up, I won't be able to make any demands of my crew. What's the point of having feemale officers on board a ship if you can't exploit them for sexual favors?” At this Nog couldn't help but to laugh, remembering his uncle making a similar statement several decades ago. Zaheil sat in silence as his soon to be commanding officer laughed, realizing he was nearing the Hewman world of Earth and being in the process of asking for docking permission when Nog finally calmed down. “If you're so dissatisfied with how things have turned out Zaheil, why are you still joining Starfleet?” That was the very question he had asked himself every day for the past month. Finally he had an answer any Ferengi would be proud of. “Because if I jump ship now word might get out that I'm a Ferengi who backs out of deals that aren't favorable for him” It was true, but he didn't want any actual word to get out about it. “Even you must realize how many business ventures I would lose out on. The profit I could stand to miss. And a Ferengi with no profit is no Ferengi at all.” And he would be damned before he didn't have any profit.<br/><br/>With his docking request confirmed Zaheil would move to where his stuff had been haphazardly stacked, doing a quick check to make sure all of his things were ready to be beamed down with him for the third time since he woke up this morning. “And even if I don't make it as captain, there are hundreds of other cadets here. Cadets who may one day be captains. Captains that could be connections. The right connection can make all the difference in the world. Isn't that a Rule or something?” Zaheil would ask of his cousin, turning to the on screen hologram. “That's quite the gamble you're taking there Zaheil” Nog would comment, the main Ferengi giving a toothy grin and a nod. “No risk no reward, you know that. Now then. If you need me, I'll be here....on Earth....surrounded by clothed feeemales” and males, but that was to be expected. Nog would hear Zaheil whisper “Do I<em>really</em>want to do this?” to himself before the transmission was ended. Zaheil would right his uniform one last time before clearing his throat. “Vaatu. One to beam down to the Hewman planet” And off he went!<br/><br/>Zaheil found himself remateralizing in what appeared to be the front of the school, just inside the front doors and off to the side. The Ferengi would look around confused, wondering why he was here and not in the transporter room. Rubbing the top of his head, the Ferengi would quickly recount the steps he had taken prior to his arrival at his current location. Bags, check. Uniform, check. Beam....that had to be it. With a slightly irritated groan the Ferengi would slump, realizing what had happened. Zaheil would press a commucator button on his left sleeve, speaking in to it as others either stopped to stare at him or kept on walking. “Vaatu, run a level 3 diagnostic on transporter functionality” Great. NOW where was he supposed to go? It wasn't the stares that quickly started to annoy him, it was the whispers he wasn't meant to hear. Gathering his things the Ferengi would start to actually head in to the school, doing his best to hide the fact he still had no idea which way to go. He didn't make it too far, coming to a stop a few steps behind a redheaded human female. “This would be so much easier if I had studied the layout of the school and not the rules and regulations” He could potentially be heard muttering to himself, looking this way and that to see which way looked like the better option.