The galaxy never stops, and neither does the Shame Corner.
Once again, the station’s doors were open and customers were coming and going. There was almost an energy that could be felt. No matter the time, someone was around to help whoever may be stopping in and in need of assistance. The all too familiar scents that usually occupied the space - fresh food and fudge, assorted baked goods, newly brewed caf - were present as well. But this time, something new was added to the mix. As one approached the nap pods, a different scent could be discerned. The recently finished laundry service was operating in full swing. Fresh, clean scents drifted outside its doors as people came and went. Just as they had with the mobile service, people were drawn to this one. While there were many grateful freighter pilots that could be seen making use of the space, people of all sorts stopped in as well.
The station was alive and alert, the staff ready for whatever came their way.
Dek gathered their wizard hat, wand, and robe (a frequent cosplay they delved into at CorusCONt). They stretched to a mere 4 meters tall once stepping outside their ship, allowing the roots to untwist and the gnarls to unfurl and snap back into place.
“I wish I could fit into an escape pod,” barked the Neti.
Just then, Dek saw the laundromat. “Perfect. Just what I need!” Dek walked over to the laundry scented arena in preparation to hand over their Wizarding Outfit.
Treel was just finishing dry cleaning a few uniform tunics for a freighter captain who was one of their regular customers when he saw the unmistakable form of a Neti approaching the storefront.
Though they had installed custom 9 foot tall tempered transparasteel glass double doors, the roughly 11 foot tall sentient plant had to open both doors, croutch, and bend his knees to enter. Luckily, the 12.5 foot tall ceiling inside the laundromat allowed them to stand upright.
Treel walked over to the front desk and took his position atop his custom built step stool behind the credit register. The Neti seemed vaguely familiar to the old Ugnaught. He recalled a few encounters decades prior with a Neti Jedi who was an acquaintance of Karracca, and wondered if it was them.
“Welcome to the TKC Textile Cleaners. How can we be of service Master Neti?”
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It had been a day. The small woman with the odd BD unit clinging to the back of her jacket seemed a bit shell shocked. And everything had started so well too. The Storm had finished being refitted, the Bane-Sidhe was housed in the hangar for fighter defense, the food stores had been recently refilled.
They had been scheduled to begin the shakedown cruise that morning until an alert popped up all over the ship that some form of life had gotten into everything. Conduits chewed through, corridors showing signs of animal habitation, food stores completely consumed on most of the decks.
So, here she was now. Twelve hours later, creatures hunted down with a vengeance and having spent several hours trying to figure out how to get an induction coil reseated after the engineering crew had abandoned ship in disgust from all the creatures.
“Well, Pips. At least the bar should be open still. And no yelling at me about it. Today was just…”
She sighed and made her way towards liquid oblivion.
Salni hopped out of the cockpit and onto the ramp towards the lobby. Her rainbow-hued feather hair cascaded down her back while she put her credit chip into the parking terminal nearby. It was a standard shipment of items she had aboard for Naga Sadow’s soldiers, mainly some power packs, stims, and some food.
She selected the full service for ship washing, locked the ship, and headed inside past the information desk.
“Might as well treat myself to a nice drink.”
A myriad of smells ranging from sizzling hot vendor food,random perfumes and clothes to cleaning droids washing some store windows. Just a usual day at Shame Corner. She smiled a bit, making her way towards the nearest bar.
Just as she got her first drink delivered Salni’s commlink chirped.
“This is Ugnaught Treel, owner and proprietor of the TKC Textile Service shop. My employees are currently attempting to attend to the full service cleaning you requested for your vessel and they report the entrances and hatches are locked. I request that they be unlocked or we will not be unable to fulfill the work order. I have spoken.”
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Darnoh slid a beer across the bar to the patron he was helping and then wiped the counter. Some days it felt like he wore many hats at the station, filling in when and where he was needed, but he didn’t mind. His eyes caught the small woman walking into the bar and he gave a polite wave, smiling.
“Welcome in. What can I get you?”