[b][indent][color=#800000][h3]Shipmaster Chur'R-Jev,[/h3]Tec, & Nol
Anvil Station, Commissary[/color][/indent][/b][hr]
A rapid clack of the beak came as a response, the Shipmaster amused well enough at the curiosity. [i]Rather go through ODST or SPARTAN training[/i]. There was something good and well about watching the Jiralhanae and Sangeili fight, especially considering the former were all too often butchered by the latter, especially considering the former had been so very, very stupid to the ways of real commerce that she Shipmaster knew. There was also something good and well about the curiosity of the humans, slight as it was against something so small.

He addressed the first, Corporal Hansen judging by the lettering on the tunic, honestly enough. [color=#800000]”I have my sources. Your kind appreciates a good market, same as mine.”[/color] There was something about not revealing sources that had always kept with Chur’R-Jev, something very simple. Revealing sources made them a target, made things more tentative, made questions that could be answered…and besides that, it meant others could always go to your source instead of going to you. Friends are friends sometimes because there aren’t better friends available, and the Kig-Yar wasn’t quite certain how low other humans were willing to bid for what he got. [color=#800000]”They were not cheap, but then neither was [i]my[/i] cargo. A fair trade.”[/color]

The second, the Shipmaster had to consider the question for a moment. Was there anything that quite met the same sensation as a human cigar among the Kig-Yar, or even really former Covenant? Not quite, all things said. Growing plants, drying them, preparing them, wrapping, smoking…these were things that no race in the Covenant, as far as he was aware, was both patient enough and willing enough to do. None had that freedom of action, or saw the action at the end to be worth it, or had the means to begin the process itself. No, the Great Journey had encompassed them all and, to those it did not encompass, they had been busy in reaping the rewards of the aftermath of every invasion, every battle, every world. He had been taken up in that, too, and was certain that any proposition of creating a drug would have been thoroughly dismissed for more pressing sources of income. [color=#800000]”The Kig-Yar do not. The Sangheili do not. The Jiralhanae do not.”[/color] 

A brief consideration. There was another he had not initially considered. None had considered creating a profit off of the Unggoy, small as they were, because that market had always been controlled by the Unggoy themselves. The Kig-Yar could see little cooperation ever being possible to try to displace [i]that[/i], and besides such gas production was a difficult start-up. More pressing sources of income always were. But he said anyways, to the one whose nametag said Yates, [color=#800000]”The Unggoy do. Gas ratios to their methane…I am told it is similar.”[/color] Another pause. [color=#800000]”I have others. Unlit. Would you want one?”[/color]