Of All the Bars in all the Galaxy

Posted on Mon Sep 2, 2019 @ 10:02am by Lieutenant Commander Anahera Chernova & Anzhelina Walker & Ketacyn Aumar & Tiral
Edited on on Tue Sep 17, 2019 @ 6:07pm

2,470 words; about a 12 minute read

Mission: First Unity
Location: The Lonely Star

Having completed her duty shift, Ana changed out of her uniform, took a quick shower, and dressed for a night out. She wore a mini skirt that showed off her long legs, a tight red low cut blouse that clung to her curves and showed off her ample cleavage.

Making her way down the Strip, she spied the Lonely Star. Walking in, a wave of nostalgia came over her. It was like the establishments she used to frequent before joining the fleet.

The place was dimly lit with lots of shadowy, private corners and booths. The clientele seemed to be a rougher crowd, long haul transport haulers grabbing a drink or a meal before running right back out, or those wanting a place far away from the eyes and ears of the authorities.

The first person that caught Ana’s attention was the tall Vulcan at the end of the bar. She wasn’t what one typically thinks of a Vulcan. She had dark copper hair tied back in a long braid. She wore tight black leather pants that hung low, emphasizing her shapely feminine hips and thighs. A low-cut midriff top revealed a lot of cleavage and an impressive six pack of abs. Green eyes flashed from a face that had the severe beauty Vulcans were often known for. And her green eyes tracked Ana suspiciously before she leaned over to whisper something to the blonde bartender. The two stun batons on her hips seemed to indicate she was the bouncer.

The blonde cut an extremely feminine figure, with soft, lush, full-bodied curves, long, flowing golden hair cascading down delicate shoulders framing beautiful blue eyes that were sapphire pools set in her alabaster face over full, pouty lips. She had a youthful, baby doll beauty and innocence belied only by the wisdom of over a century of life in her eyes.

The blonde had been talking to a buxom white-furred Caitian with a long, bushy white tail. The fur was clean, shiny, and well-maintained, like pure white snow, and pale blue eyes tracked Ana over the glass of milk and whiskey she sipped. She was dressed in tight leather pants and a red tank top, low cut. Empty holsters at her hips and the knife tucked into the back of her waistband indicated she was likely involved in a dangerous profession. Her feline ears quirked a bit in Ana’s direction curiously.

The blonde bartender looked up, a small frown, but then it was replaced by the usual veneer of a pleasant smile. As Ana entered, a few patrons got up, glanced at her nervously, and hurried out, quickly giving up whatever business they had been conducting.

The blonde gave the Vulcan a look, and the copper-haired beauty walked over to Ana, standing in front of her to stop her. “Can I help you?” she asked. She was Vulcan, so it was none too friendly.

"Maybe," Ana said, looking her up and down. "I was looking for a drink and some company," she said with a smile. She'd already spotted several potential weapons, should things get physical. Turning her attention to the blonde, she said, "Love what you've done with the place. Reminds me of Val's Place on G'tyl IV, before the Arval Directorate destroyed it in an attempt to kill me. Director-General Y'Har Bolin wasn't happy I got away."

The blonde raised an eyebrow. “You know Val?” she asked, intrigued. She nodded to the Vulcan, who stepped aside.

“I suppose we can get you a drink and some company, Starfleet,” she said, though the word “Starfleet” sounded like a warning.

"I wasn't always in Starfleet. We all have our pasts," Ana said. "I'll take an Aldebaran whiskey, neat.”

The blonde smiled. “Don’t I know it,” she said with a light, girly giggle. “I’m Ketacyn Aumar,” the other El-Aurian introduced. “And you’ve met my friend and associate Tiral.” She nodded to the Vulcan, who had resumed her place at the end of the bar watching over the room for trouble. Ketacyn poured the whiskey out neat and set it in front of Ana. “Y’Har Bolin is an ass anyway,” she said with a flirtatious smile.

"I'm Anahera Chernova, a pleasure to meet you, Ketacyn. it’s not often that I meet a member of my mother's people," Ana said. "As for Tiral, I like her. reminds me a little of myself when I was younger," She said. "Yes, Y’Har Bolin is an ass, without a sense of humour. I temporarily disabled one of his freighters, took the merchandise, and replaced it with overripe uttaberries. he didn't see the funny side."

Ketacyn gave her light, attractive laugh again. “I can imagine,” she said, pouring a second whiskey for herself. She glanced over at Tiral. “So you were too serious all the time?” she teased Ana. “No, Tiral is my best friend. We’ve been together for a long time,” she acknowledged. “So you’re only half Listener?” she queried. “Human the other half? That tends to be the case. We pass well enough. That must be a story.”

"Yes, my father was a civilian engineer on Earth," Ana said. "And my mother is a b... I mean conwoman, who abandoned us when I was sixteen," she said, and took a drink. "May she die painfully."

“Mommy issues. Gotcha,” Ketacyn said with a smile. “I’ll steer clear of that topic then.” She gave a sympathetic smile. “I lost my family somewhere along the refugee trail,” Ketacyn admitted. “Had to make my own way in the universe without anyone to help me until I met Tiral. I won her from an Orion pirate in a game of domjat. So you can imagine the life she lived.” Ketacyn gave Tiral a fond smile.

"I can imagine. I've had my own run ins with those sadistic bastards," Ana said. "It’s good to have someone who cares for you. I have a granddaughter and an adopted sister," she added.

Ketacyn smiled. “Family. One thing I never got around to. Guess I still have time,” she admitted with a shrug of her slender, delicate shoulders. She topped off Ana’s drink. “I mean, I guess I can understand. It would be hard watching someone you loved grow old and die. I might not want to stick around, either.”

"Yeah, I've seen loved ones die too. But she could have said something before she left. I had to find out what I was from a stranger," Ana said.

“Your dad didn’t tell you?” Ketacyn asked. “Or was he not in the picture?”

"My father had no idea. He thought she was as human as he was. He loved her and ended up drinking himself to death when she left," Ana replied.

“Damn,” Ketacyn said. She reached over and pressed Ana’s hand, her large blue eyes meeting Ana’s. “I am sorry,” the beautiful blonde said quietly. “That’s a tough thing to go through.”

"Thank you," Ana said. "I ran away and joined a freighter crew. All was fine, until we were attacked by pirates. They abducted me and left the rest of the crew to die." Ana began looking back through the years. "I became the captain's woman. He treated me kindly and taught me how to fight." She paused and took a sip of her drink. "It was a good life, until he got himself killed in a raid and Rogan, one of his lieutenants, took over. Rogan was a sadistic bastard. He'd beat me and worse. I killed him one night by plunging his own knife into his chest as he slept." A smile crossed her lips, remembering the look of surprise and fear in his eyes as his life's blood poured from the wound.

Ketacyn smiled. “Well done,” she said. “Then you got away?”

"No. Then I took over., Ana said, giving Ketacyn a wink.

Ketacyn laughed. “You don’t say. So you became a pirate? How in the void did you manage to get into Starfleet Security with a record like that?”

"It's a long story, but let's just say, after the severe losses Starfleet sustained during the Dominion War, they needed experienced people," Ana said.

Ketacyn contemplated. “That tracks. They really set the bar low after the war,” she admitted. “I do know this Orion pirate who got in,” she commented with a chuckle. “Of course, he was just a kid at the time he was a pirate, and had an...influential friend to help him out. He’s a captain now.”

"So, this is where you are?" asked a new voice. It belonged to a small but attractive humanoid woman. "So, you stand me up for our dinner date so you can hang around a bar, chatting up the bartender?" she asked Ana.

Ketacyn turned to take in the attractive young brunette that was speaking, running her baby blue eyes over the woman’s figure. “Hello,” she greeted with a flirty smile.

"That was tonight? I'm sorry," Ana replied. Then turning to Ketacyn, she said, "Ketacyn, allow me to introduce my granddaughter, Anzhelina."

“Granddaughter? Well, I guess I can see the resemblance. Remarkable beauty.” She flashed the flirty smile at Anahera. “Can I get you a drink, lovely?” she asked Anzhelina, straightening up.

"Yes. Surprise me," Anzhelina said.

Ketacyn nodded and got down to business. She picked up a mixing glass and poured in some alcohol and other ingredients and soon placed a drink in front of Anzhelina. “Dark chocolate mojito,” she said with a smile.

The pilot took a sip of her drink and smiled. The sweet creaminess of the chocolate cream, rich bitterness of dark chocolate and the warmth of the rum. "Not bad," she said. "Could use a touch of spearmint though."

“I can add more mint,” Ketacyn said with a smile, crushing some more and sprinkling it into the drink again. “I’m glad you like it.”

Anzhelina smiled. "So, Ketacyn, as a bartender, I bet you hear a lot of rumours," she said.

“Well, I am El-Aurian,” Ketacyn said, pulling a tray of cleaned glasses from the cleanser beneath the bar. “I am a good listener.” She smiled and started putting the glasses away beneath the bar. “Is there something in particular you are looking for?”

"Yeah, any rumours about the Ch'lgren warlord Aryx Turcan?" Anzhelina asked.

Ketacyn considered. “Ch’lgren. Don’t see a lot of them on the station,” the bartender mused, tossing her blonde hair. “I can ask around, put out some feelers.”

"Thank you," Anzhelina said. "Could you also keep a look out for bounty hunters? I'm sure he'd send them."

“Not for free,” Ketacyn said, looking at Anzhelina. “Sorry, cutie, but a girl’s gotta make a living.” She gave a flirtatious smile. “Lots of bounty hunters come through here.”

"I understand. What would you like in return?" Anzhelina asked.

Ketacyn considered. “Latinum is always nice, but boring,” she said, pushing back her blonde hair. Her blue eyes met Anzhelina’s. “You with Starfleet? What’s your job?” she asked.

"No, I'm a civilian contractor. I work as a shuttle pilot," Anzhelina said.

Ketacyn considered. “Contractor, huh?” she mused. “Could be useful. Can you do a job and not ask questions?” she asked Anzhelina.

Anzhelina looked to Ana.

"Don't mind me, I'm off the clock," Ana said, taking a sip of her drink.

"In that case, I'll just do what I can to plan for any eventuality," Anzhelina said.

“If you’re interested, just leave your contact details with me or Tiral before you leave,” Ketacyn said. “I’ll give you a call if a job comes up.”

"Will do," Anzhelina said. "Now, tell me, do you sell food, ‘cause I'm starving?" she asked.

Ketacyn chuckled. “We do,” she said, offering a padd. the fare was basic pub food, with some healthier vegetarian offerings for the likes of Vulcans and such, but it was nothing fancy. It went with the dive bar vibe.

"I'll have the fish and chips," Anzhelina said. "What do you want, Ana?" she asked.

"I'll have the chicken wings," Ana said.

“Good choices. Any dipping sauce,” Ketacyn asked, putting the order into the padd to send back to the kitchen.

"Tartar sauce and lemon juice for me," Anzhelina said.

"I'll have chili sauce," Ana replied.

It didn’t take long before the wings were ready and Ketacyn pulled them from the kitchen window. “Enjoy,” she said. “Let me know if there’s anything else you ladies need.”

"I could use a beer," Ana said before taking a bite of one of the wings.

“Anything specific?” Ketacyn asked, pulling out a mug to fill. “Just got in a shipment of Ferengi slime ale.”

"I'll pass on the slime ale, thanks," Ana said. "Do you have a Lvivske Pilsner (Ukrainian beer)?" she asked.

Ketacyn considered the inventory in her prodigious memory. “Not a frequent request, but you know, I think I have a case in the back. Long haul cargo worker out of Kiev, I believe. Paid in kind for some information. I’ll get a bottle.”

Ana smiled. "Great. I'm going to have to make this place my new haunt," she said. "And could you get one for Anzhelina too? It’s high time she tried a proper beer."

"Hey, I can choose my own drinks, thank you very much, Grandma,” the younger woman said.

"Well, Granddaughter, take this as a lesson from your wise, old grandma, and drink the beer I give you," Ana replied. "Grandchildren," she said turning to Ketacyn conspiringly, “always think they know best." The Security Chief then rolled her eyes in faux exasperation.

Ketacyn laughed. “Don’t they?” she agreed. “Be right back.” The beautiful blonde disappeared into the back stockroom and returned with the Ukrainian beer, setting a chilled bottle in front of the two women. “Enjoy.”

Ana waited until Anzhelina grabbed her beer before raising her own and saying, “Budʼmo (to your health)” and taking a drink. The taste brought back pleasant memories from when her father would let her have a sip of his beer when she was younger.

Anzhelina the toast and took a drink of her own. It tasted okay, but it wasn't the best beer she'd tasted.

“Let me know if you ladies need anything else,” Ketacyn told the attractive mother and daughter pair, giving them a smile, and going out to the tables to take an order and wipe a few of the tables, a gentle sway in her hips sending her short white skirt swinging.

FIN

Ketacyn Aumar
Bartender/Owner
The Lonely Star
Langley Station

Tiral
Bouncer/Owner
The Lonely Star
Langley Station

Lieutenant Commander Anahera Chernova
Chief Security Officer
Langley Station

Anzhelina Walker
Civilian Pilot
Langley Station

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