Finishing Touches and Quiet Opening

Posted on Fri Dec 12th, 2025 @ 3:14pm by Samanthia Akiashiro

643 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: The Hand That Rocks The Babe
Location: Dreadnought : The Dive

Once the holoprojectors were installed and tested. Samanthia gave a small smile. She could use one of setting she used on SB-332 in her lounge, yet that was designed for a large multi-level place. She looked thoughtful as she ran the test program to get all the holoprojectors in synch.

Crates that were still in the main area were shoved around as each holo-emitter became active. The air shimmered with unprogrammed energy yet still be able to walk through without being hindered. It produced a tickling sensation upon the skin.

Working with the remote, reduced the emissions so the crates stop trying to dance all over and the tickling stopped all together.

"Oh yeah," Samanthia muttered, letting her voice fade as an idea came to mind. She locked the current settings on the remote and headed back into the storage and office for the place. She sat at the makeshift desk which held the controls to the emitters and cables were attached to.

Several hours later, Samanthia locked in the programming and moved into the main area. She smiled widely as the place looked run down with a lot of history to the place. Old faded pictures of various professional sports stars from a wide range of sports across the galaxy. All overlaid each other on a faded brick walls showing some damage through wear and tear. A few flickering neon signs advertising drinks and brands of a few major beer makers that are not in production anymore. Neon lights giving just enough light to see by yet provide that intimate feeling of privacy in a public place. Booths lined the wall with faded and stained vinyl bench seats that person would find in such a place. Tables carved and scratched from use and abuse, just as badly stained as the seats were. A good ole Hole-n-the-wall dive bar.

Scattered table looking like they had been scavenged out dumpsters or side of roads waiting trash pick-up that were still sturdy enough to function as intended a long with a collection of mixed chairs that semi-looked the same. They were scattered around the center of the room. One side was the bar serving counter that separated the patron's area and staff working area was of old polished mahogany bar countertop that was darkened through the years of usage. Even that showed a few ingrained gouges and scratches from sliding beer mug and few skulls being bounced off.

In one corner, high enough that it couldn't be reach yet seen comfortably, what looked like old twentieth century flat screen television that showed some game in progress or sporting events, along with advertisements for products across the galaxy and even a few recruitments ads for Star Fleet or vacation on passenger cruise ship to see the galaxy or to a resort planet.

Moving behind the bar, looking that area over, making notes for fine tuning the projector emitters. She nodded softly. "It's good to be back in business."

Now she needed to find some employees to cover shifts as the place would be opened around the clock. She looked thoughtful as she tested various devices and replicators.

A lot of drinks were going to be replicated yet still had the varying effects of alcohol depending on the drink. Real stuff still bottles were reserved for special patrons and those that could afford it. Not the usual federation credit accounting, but actual currency.

She glanced at the time, and it was getting late. She wrinkled her nose as she made funny face as she realized being a mother, life wasn't all about making the quick cash. She dimmed the lights as she left the establishment and secured it. Next to the door, she posted a sign "Employees wanted. Inquire within. Ship time 0900 hrs.

~~Tomorrow, I open~~ Thinking as Samanthia smiled making her way to family and home.

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