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Winchester<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, now known as 'Supafly', cut across the star-jeweled sky in all its majesty. The behemoth of a war ship had recently gone many changes within, and had been transformed from a mere vessel into a colossal strip joint - as Jamo liked to call it. In truth, the ship had a more classy air to it than that. It was not what you would call up-class however, but it sure as frell wasn't sleazy.
The decks had been changed from their usual military stations into lounge areas, bars, and other leisure rooms. The variety of facalities on board included a swimming pool, sauna and jacuzzi rooms, a virtual racing and combat arena, a multitud of VR systems to provide visitors with a chance to live out their wildest dreams and fantasies. The main command room on the ship was the only reminder of the ships former use.
The whole thing was staffed well by an array of attractive young woman and suspicious looking men who owed favours to Jamo. A lot of Bothan's seemed to crew the ship too, for what reason only Jamo knew. The general dress code amongst the help was skimpy for the women and a cut similar to Jamo's style for the waiters and croupiers.
The upper levels - decks 00 and 01 - were sanctioned off as private crew cabins and quarters. Jakatta himself, the owner and (partial) funder sat in his office, at his desk, with a glitterstim perched on his lip. A big stupid grin was painted over his face as he sat, observed by one bouncer, and contemplated his currently empty club-liner.
"... Suweet."
Hoking up a load of smoke from his 'stim, he rose to his feet and headed out into the hallway to descend down into the decks of the ship. Soon enough, he hoped, people would begin docking into the bay. He was expecting quite a few friends to turn up in due time. Until then, he'd revel in his own glory and inflate his ego just that little bit more.
