"Do we have any buyers?" the announcer asked for the third time
"I'll take it!" shouted a short Galran, pushing up to the front of the spectators
"Oh, the little half breed wants it? If there are no other buyers..." the Galran vendor trailed off, scanning the crowd gathered for any other prospective buyers. Seeing none, he refocused on the runt in front of him. "Then it's sold to this little guy in the front! Please wait backstage for negotiations while the showing continues."
The halfbreed waded through the crowds once again to meet one of the vendor's employees, who showed him backstage to a waiting area.
Not five minutes later, the showing on the other side of the curtain was over, and the Galran from earlier entered the small room that the halfbreed had spoken to earlier.
"Three hundred GAC." the vendor stated simply.
"We both know the merchandise isn't worth that much. One hundred."
"You're right, halfbreed, but why should I undersell my wares to someone as lowly as you? Two fifty."
"Because I'm not so filthy as you may claim. Besides, the ware is defective. One thirty."
"Still true, but I do need to make money on these wares. Two hundred."
"We both know you probably got it off some backwater planet for free in the milky way system. One fifty's my final offer."
"So I did. You have a deal, halfbreed."
They shook hands, and the runt transferred the 150 GAC into the seller's account. He took the halfbreed over to the cages, and the halfbreed's merchandise was inspected one last time before he left.
"I want it in the same condition, if not better, when it arrives at my quarters. Here are the coordinates." The halfbreed then proceeded to rattle of a string of numbers.
"In the Delta sector?! You're- Forgive me, general Kei. Vrepit Sah."
The general waved off the salute and gave a halfhearted return. "Vrepit Sah. There's no need to be so formal, you know. I am trying to blend in."
And then he left, giving the poor confused shop owner no time to reply.