as you walk into a bar, the gunmetal gray and deep blue lighting of the federation station your on beats calmly along. The soothing blue and noise reduction systems turning the bar into a quiet and sparse place for federation marines, pilots and captains and the likes to relax and drink

you take a seat at the most empty spot, the bartender running over, her long hair bobbing as she makes her way

Suol: “hello! What branch you part of? What can I get you? Ack- sorry”