Tales of the Belt

 

“So what do we really know about this guy?”

After the collapse of the Amazon, which is a tale in itself, the trade guild was formed, mostly Sales and advertising people, they still had specie, so weren’t affected by the demise financially, but knew the Market still existed for things, and as investors, Trusted with investments, and always seeking profit, we were called the Jews of the Galaxy, we never figured out who (((they))) were, all records of the before time have been lost.

 We have developed a stable, ultra free market, and as such, we control most markets, price fixing is crushed ruthlessly, and we are a very diversified group, the Spice flows, the Saying goes. Investors are so rich, they can call points on the entire operation, so the discoverer is happy with 10%, the pilot/discoverers call themselves Made Men, if they get that far. We can also provide insurance, of any kind, for a price. Alliances with MS 13 helps with security, for an additional fee/points, we take our investments very seriously.

 

We have many hard assets, defendable planetary systems and so on, but our Guild lives on travel, the interstellar caravans we have created, the gifts we have brought to Humanity,

We thrive on trade, as all Humans do.

 

“ I have worked with the Cat for several years, he always turns a profit”

“But never 2B tonnes, right?”

“Yes Sir, but he’s done the math, odds are 90% plus, let’s do this!”

“Well then, let’s send a team from MS to, shall we say, observe?”

“ Done and Done, thank you Sir”

“Why the thanks?”

“He’s my Brother”

After a few days of Bureaucratic crap, the Transactions were complete, and following the Ferengi Rules of Acquisition, “never give away something you can sell”

I sold the investment rights to my little Brother for a nominal fee, and he was off. He had 200lb. Of specie, and a half million in credits, good enough we hope, at this point I can only wish him luck, and profit, Burn!