[QuarianRex]

QuarianRex looks at the fearsome bill of 376000, then at the Kournikova clones, his decision made for him. He efficiently barks a few orders into his handy-dandy trans-spatial wrist-com and waits.

Within minutes the sky bursts into a coruscation of light as a Warp Point opens in this sector. As quickly as the sky lightened, so to does it now darken as a ship of truly mind boggling proportions eclipses both the sun and the newly created warp point. As the floating behemoth descends just outside the crater its underside splits open to release a deluge of minerals that just barely misses some poor beat-up looking lad who was trying to eat some lettuce.

Long moments pass as the thunderous assault continues, seemingly without end. When finally the cacaophony comes to an end the ship seals its hold and raises back into the sky, its exit marked by the closing of the wormhole. As light returns to the shattered landscape surrounding this meager tent a glorious mound of minerals, just slightly smaller than everest, can now be seen to dominate the landscape.

"Ooh, it's so big!", the Annas coo in unison.

QuarianRex, brought back from picturing what the Annas would look like in catholic schoolgirl uniforms, replies, "What? That? It's not much. It's a bit of an inconvenience really. If only these primitives would get past using the barter system..."

"Ahem", interjects AlexTzu, "Milord I believe that locals currently operate primarily under a system of credit."

"Hmm..? What was that? I was distracted by the Annas. (quit touching me there, well, actually don't stop, but not in public you naughty minxes) Credit you say? Well I'll have to remember that for next time. My current debt is now paid in full. Well now, where is this primitive fellow? I wonder if he will mind being cloned into a hermaphrodite?"