In Which He decides Against The Norm

The Merchant Alien showed respect toward the Lord and said, "Sire, we are only able to deliver a limited number of supplies," in response to the Lord's question.

You already possess the required components. You really have no intention of handing them over to us, do you? The crew member who answered John's call did so with obvious annoyance on their face.

The Merchant Alien shook his head and then explained, "The remaining supplies are allocated for ships that are going our way." Unfortunately, at this time, we are unable to provide you with those. You absolutely must have a reservation in place prior to your arrival."

I can no longer put up with you and your poor services. You must have some sort of reservation, right? Oh, that horrible foot! You informed us that there were no more open places when we attempted to make a reservation by placing our purchase, and we were disappointed. I'm afraid, sir, that I won't be able to conjure up the goods for you out of thin air like magic. Everything that we could provide to you has already been handed over, and everything that remains is currently being loaded into your ship. The response given by the merchant alien, which gave a sense of powerlessness to the speaker, was "We are supporting you in every way we can."

When I ask for his assistance, he encourages me to "show a little shame, mate." This is supposed to be helpful. You didn't even make an attempt to put the necessary supplies on board the ship, which is really disappointing. That is being taken care of by our team right this very moment!

The merchant alien responded by saying, "Getting the supplies on the ship is not in our policy," before letting out a long and heavy sigh. "Regardless of where you check it's the same thing." 

"Best not argue, Paul. Assume leadership of the group. Hennessy's response was, "I will organize the supplies on the ship," which was what he said. After that, he directed his focus to the merchant and questioned him in the following manner: "Now, how much would you like to have for the reserved supplies?"

"Mister, let me finish what I was saying..."

Hennessy was the one who put a stop to it. As the outside temperature began to noticeably drop, he shot the merchant a stern look before continuing on with what he was doing. He said, "How much?" but showed no obvious emotion to the question. I'm asking."

The merchant paused for a few minute, and during that time, he gazed at Hennessy with eyes that sparkled with a hint of greed mixed in with his mistrust. On the other hand, he hadn't joined his lips together quite yet.

He eventually uttered, "It won't be cheap, Sir," after which he moaned once more, giving the impression that he was so reluctant to carry out the plan he had laid out for himself. He replied, "Sir, I'm afraid it won't be on the inexpensive side."

Everyone was aware that it was an elaborate hoax from beginning to end.

Before approving the request, Hennessy made the decision not to comment.

He whispered something beneath his breath that sounded like "ten grand."

Hennessy answered with the number three while he was leaning in close to the table and putting his arms hard on it. Either we get all three, or we get nothing. Choose! It won't be a problem at all for the dragon ship to make a stop on the following stop world and collect the supplies that we have booked there because it will be able to do so without any difficulty. When it does happen, Wellington, you won't have even a single coin left in your pocket."

"The worth of the supply is no less than $5,000," the speaker said. Wellington, the Merchant Alien, grumbled his grievances to himself in an irritated tone.

Hennessy smiled a nasty grin as he spoke and remarked, "We both know that supply is worth a grand and not a cent more."

The jaw muscles of Wellington tightened, and the features of his face contorted as he clenched his teeth.

John was about to let out an amused chuckle. Watching someone have a conversation about Hennessy with another individual was an interesting thing to do. During the repetitive space voyages that they all had to go through, one of the things that kept them engaged was the fact that they had games to play.

After hearing it, he was able to accurately forecast the choice that Wellington would make as a result of considering it.

"Hennessy!" As he murmured the words, "Charming as always," the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

As soon as they got at the location where they would be docking, the crew immediately began loading the cargo onto the ship.