He nodded at Kara in response to her chuckling reply.
"If you feel you can run the Bar, feel free. You can start taking inventory on what we have left and what you think we'll need. You other two" , He turned to the others, looking at them. "You can start cleaning up and sorting through the rest of the joint, I'll check the back room."
He then turned and stepped behind the bar and through the door then into the back room.
As she received an answer, her eyes picked up on a few details of the officer's face. She felt like she saw him before.
Nevertheless, with her military days behind her, this was a chance to keep in touch with her former wing-mates on a regular basis and also do something useful. She saluted in a slightly joking fashion - Aye aye, sir. - and then turned to de Mortis - Well, it looks like i'll be serving you a drink... but not the way i thought. Heh. Have a lovely day, miss.
She then headed straight behind the counter and started looking at what drinks were left. Most bottles were either empty or what was once left in them was now on the floor in between plenty of glass pieces. She treaded through the mess, took a menu to view the old drinks list and tried to check if anything was worth saving.
"Alright. I came here to lend a hand and thats what i got hm? If cleaning and sorting things that needs to be done, ill do them." That being said, Holdan started to search for things he needs. He turned to the man,"Do you know where can i find tools for cleaning the floor?" Then he looked at De Mortis."Miss Mortis, would you help me about cleaning?"
Nighthawk gave a nod to Kara before turning to the other Male, mustering him from top to bottom before nodding.
"Cleaning Supplies I don't know, first of all all this rubble and old furniture needs to be rid off" - Giving a shrug he'd look through the room and then at his Data pad, he pushed a few buttons and left a message. For others to be sent to pick up the place aswell.
"Going to need to redecorate this whole place and get all new interior."
Sabah Shipyard, the Ambrosia Bar - roughly two weeks later Holdan had just finished mopping the floors and Kara was scrubbing the counter clean. About a dozen more people were moving things back and forth. After another hour of tireless work, things started to settle down and Kara took a break.
As she was looking around what Ambrosia was now, she spoke to herself loudly Well... this sure was a complete make-over. I can't believe we've done this much so quickly.
She walked to the bar's administrator and stated, with eagerness in her voice So, sir... I guess it's time to open the doors for some patrons, right?
"Ambrosia has taken quite the turn, we've done very well with it, I cannot tell these fools how proud I actually am of what we've made of the place, but it is truly a masterpiece of renovations and redesign in a mere two weeks. Grand opening is upon us and we're ready to open the doors to the Republic. I am expecting more patrons than ever and we're ready for it."
Nighthawk stood in the middle of Ambrosia in a bit of Awe, his sunglasses covering his expressions quite well as he was lost in thought before a worker took him out of his trance to hand over the new Menu's as a last check over. Glancing at the two Menu's, he began to study them for any last minute things.
Deciding that the two sheets in his hand we're completed, he handed them back to the worker who ran off to place them back with the others on the counter by the waitresses, who were ready and waiting for the night. He slowly turned around, looking through the room and smiling before he headed to the front doors and unlocked them, ready for the people to flow.
"Ahem...Kara, would you give a Crayter II and 44th Apocalypse for cheapest price around? For example...Free" Holdan chuckled and got his food and the spicy drink. Found a chair to sit and ate his food. After all the work he done, he thought he earned the free stuff. When he finished his food, a man came into the bar. Eyepatch, the black-red Admiral uniform like the hulls of Crayterian ships, and a young face for an admiral that everyone wouldnt expect from him.
Walking through the dark halls of the Ambrosia, the figure looked around at the entire construction and shook his head with a sigh. Even the entire remodel and reopening did not help this place back up onto its feet. It's been too long since a Mover Maestro took care of this treasure trove. Nighthawk walked behind the bar, grabbed the bottle of Peppermint Schnapps and a shotglass before he proceded to sit down, pouring himself a shot.
"I miss the old days, were Lou kept this place hustling and bustling." - It seemed as if he were talking to himself, but a female figure walked up behind the Man as he downed his Schnapps, a person that was unidentifiable in the shadows.
"We tried our best to get it running, if they do not appreciate a good bar, then we need not provide more. Besides, it's just in case."
Moving about the room were a few workers, all wearing Grey jumpsuits, like the two main figures at the Bar. It seemed as if the workers were laying new wiring.
"IS THERE ANY WAY A MAN CAN GET A DRINK AROUND HERE?" A booming voice calls out, belonging to a dishevelled old salt, wearing what's left of some sort of Colonial Uniform with a large backpack with the faint marking 'Helena'.
As he walks to the bar, he trips over something on the floor, gets up cursing aloud and waves a strange tool in the air.... "who left this here?" he looks over at the busy technicians, scowls, points at them. "Be more careful morons, where you leave your tools", he bends down to recover his backpack, turns to place it on the bar. "DRINK ... NOW" he yells as he lowers himself onto a bar stool.
Silently the barman hands him an empty glass and begins to fill it from an unmarked bottle, but is taken by surprise as the stranger grabs the bottle and says "start me a tab". He puts the bottle to his lips and takes a long draft, fills his glass and places the bottle next to his backpack, which is now wriggling violently.
leaning down he unclasps the cover, reaches in and pulls out a large purple cat wearing a black collar with some sort of badge attached to it.
He lifts the cat stares into its' eyes and says quietly "Well Ezzie it's just you and me now kid", places her onto the bar, lifts his glass and stares into the distance while sipping his whisky.
A beautiful woman walks in into the bar and looks around as she is looking for someone, this woman is Fina Smith, the scientist of the Legacy of Orillion. She ambles to the bartender while stretching her arms after the long trip from Omicron Mu to Cornado. While the Bartender fills her glass with Peppermint Schnapps she asks him with a soft voice Have you seen agent Omega here by any chance? We should meet here, but I haven't seen him yet. While the bartender looked if he is around Fina took a small sip of the Peppermint Schnapps and made a silly face because it tasted weird for her. She then decided to set at a free table to relax while waiting for Agent Omega. As she was sitting there, she got a bit lost in her thoughts for the upcoming project that she would start. Her mind got flooded with ideas which she tried to figure out if they are useful or just trash, and most of them were trash because she already felt the influence of the Peppermint Schnapps. Oh my this Schnapps is pretty strong. She thought while starting to laugh very joyful. The only thing she wanted more right now was to meet the Agent and get a bed where she could rest for some time until she starts the work on the project.