Drones buzzed and rebuilt what was left of the ferrocarbon frame and quadanium steel plates on the belly of the massive beast, various magnolocks and military grade adhesives all put in place to bring it back to perfect condition. The repair was expensive, but the money brought in by the interior nightclub kept The Technicolor Beat mostly profitable, despite its massive operating cost. To maintain this surplus, the soft churns of industry outside the ship were dwarfed by the hedonism taking place inside its form.
Docked in a temporary bay on The Wheel, The Technicolor Beat almost shook the vacuum of space with its loud and booming music. Walking in, its participants would feel the bass before they heard it; forcing their heartbeats to match its speed with every passing step. By the time the droids guided the guests to the nightclub, a sense of high would be felt from not only the buildup of adrenaline, but a heavy mixture of betawave generators and thick clouds of pheromones to get everyone in the mood.
Once inside the now empty reactor, a massive laser show would become obvious, a nearly twenty meter tall Twi’lek’s outline would dance as it flashed in vibrant neon colors while the zero gravity dance floor that ran through the center had swarms of dancers doing this trendy move or that. On the main floor was a massive bar surrounded by hundreds, while every story held a balcony that watched over the eternity of the nightclub, from the first floor to the top. It was a massive example of what could be created when funds were dedicated to creativity, rather than practicality.
Today, much of the galaxies notable underground was invited to celebrate the newly found diplomacy aboard the station known as The Wheel. With various groups now finding stock in the station, the best solution they could come up with was getting everyone’s tensions back down by drinking and getting as high on spice as possible before someone inevitably refused to back down from this argument or that conflict. It was only a matter of time before one of the local crime cartels decided to shoot each other, so why not enjoy the peace for the time being.
With the music playing loud, and spirits high, the only thing that could ruin the night was a lack of booze. Luckily, The Technicolor Beat came prepared.
Edited by The Slave, 03 June 2018 - 01:13 AM.