A Slice of Home, Rougher Side

Posted on Wed Jan 28th, 2026 @ 4:44pm by Samanthia Akiashiro

942 words; about a 5 minute read

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

Samanthia sat in her storage room office going over the ledgers and inventory, seeing what she had on stock and what was already out behind the bar waiting to be served. She felt the familiar ache of sitting way too long. She stood up and stretched to ease the muscles and to get the blood flowing properly to relieve the numbing ache.

She moved with the muted music filtering through the barrier that provided a bit of privacy from the patrons. It was a slow time as it was in the middle of a shift where the patrons were either at their post working or were at their quarters relaxing for their next shift. Turning the stretches into slow dance to get the maximum stretching and exercise in the shortest time before the next rush of patrons.

She let her mind wander back to similar times in the past where she worked on the books of the bar she ran. Starbase to Starbase to ship. Even though she started out her fleet career on a ship of the line. Only difference, this time she was civilian.

She had heard snippets about Admiral S'iraa being the CO of this ship and died in the line of duty. She only seen him when he worked out of Starbase 332 as Sector Fleet Admiral. She was kinda surprised when hearing that he took command of a ship which usually went to Fleet Captains or Commodores for a ship this size. Like her Mate, S'er'in'e, an all-white Caitian which were rare and considered sacred. She sent a prayer to one of Caitian deities for favor and protection of her Mate, husband and father of their child Mariah.

She scowled a bit as that brought back memories of her first family. The emotional hurt of them being taken away from her in terrorist attack which the culprits were never caught, at least to her point of view. Maybe she should look into that to see if justice had been served even though it won't bring them back. At least get closure on that chapter of her life. Maybe she should contact some of her old acquaintances in S31 to see if they would know anything. She wrinkled her nose as that would put her owning them a favor in return. She sighed as she finished off stretching dance to return back to the books.

The non replicated drinks were reserved for special occasion or for patrons that worked part time as staff in advance before getting to partake of the non-replicated drinks she had brought with her. Service rendered like Bartending, Janitorial clean up, Servers and of course The Bouncers. They were only to interfere when things got out of hand or life threatening.

With a few fights happening now and then, The Bouncers had it pretty easy. Show of Presence to prevent the more deadly fighting where life hung in the balance.

She liked her system and a bit worried about future non replicated drink from about the galaxy being shipped to her. She would have to get with the ship's Senior Operations officer or Quartermaster who handled incoming freight to allow her drinks to be shipped via fleet ships that serviced big ships such as Galaxy class and bigger. Or allow Akiashiro Merchant shipping to handle her imports to the Dreadnought. At least her freight wouldn't be as large as some of the other places that did business aboard the Dreadnought.

She leaned back in her chair after finishing the last of the ledgers, tapping the end of the pen against the cargo crate desk she was using at the moment, lost in thought, working out future logistics. What stuff she had and the extra was stored aboard her Danube long range type II shuttle.

She smiled as she could at least stretch out her liquors and other drinks for a bit longer than most of the more popular places aboard the ship. As this bar was more for the crew and residents to vent and blow off steam in physical action along with relief mentally. Maybe for private gatherings that interfere other business or needed to be out of the limelight of the more popular places.

~~oooo a good idea~~ She thought with a smile, standing up after saving the current info, shutting down her laptop. It was time for her to call it for the evening to be with her family. ~~private gatherings. I must get the word out...~~

After all, she was a newcomer to the ship. But with the discretion that came with the place, it soon would become popular amongst the tougher crew members and residents.

She looked around the common room as most of the patrons were drinking and socializing. One Fleet Young'un was sprawled out on the floor, a bloody mess out cold. She observed the young'un for a few minutes, seeing that he was still alive and breathing. She shook her head slightly with a half-smile and smirk. Looking around for the obvious winner who was just as bruised and a bit of blood on uniform, gleefully bragging about his successful fight to his drinking buddies.

"Yeah..." She muttered agreeing with herself as she signaled the bartender that she was leaving and pointed to the Fleeter laying on the floor. Getting a nod of acknowledgement from the bartender, resumed her walk towards the exit. "A little slice of home. The good with the bad."

She couldn't help but smile at knowing where the unconscious would end up. In some back corridor, wondering how he managed to end up here instead in the bar where the fight took place.

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