Ambrosia

[SamothRyvertu 0]

"This is absolutely unacceptable!"

 

The young security officer quaked under the booming voice of the Argelian, speaking in a placating tone. "I assure you, Mr. Samoth. There have been no unauthorized entrances into your restaurant since civilians were evacuated."

 

If he even heard the junior grade lieutenant, Samoth made no indication. "Not even a single guard? What was the entire security force of Camelot doing that was more important than safeguarding the property of good, working citizens of the Federation? Not all of us have a fancy Starfleet uniform," he commented, pulling at the gray tones of the security guard's regulation garb, "But we all work for the prosperity of our great civilization."

 

The security grunt shook his head. "If anything is amiss, Starfleet will compensate you for your losses. There really is nothing to worry about."

 

"But it's not the cost! It's the principle of the matter, don't you see?"

 

He didn't see anything other than an irate restaurateur loudly proclaiming his indignation. Pacification was the key in this case. "Right, Mr. Samoth. We'll make certain that the next time a fleet of Hundred-loyal vessels is en route to attack Camelot that we post a full security detail outside of Ambrosia."

 

The jowly proprietor scrunched his face into a comically perturbed expression. "See that you do." As the lieutenant walked away, shaking his head, Samoth turned to his little entourage of staffers and smiled. "Well then. Let's brush the dust off of everything. Business as usual, come on."

 

As the assembled group of waitresses, bartenders, entertainers, and janitors chattered animatedly about their return to Camelot, Samoth turned to the restaurant entrance's locking mechanism. "Computer, allow passage into Ambrosia. Authorization Samoth Ryvertu Gamma Twelve."

 

The computer wisely complied even though it could not sense his impatience. He turned to those among his happy collection of employees and smiled.

 

"Gentlemen, ladies..." his voice trailed off as he winked at one of the Argelian dancing girls. "Welcome back to Ambrosia, quite simply put the best eatery in the Gamma Quadrant. Fear not, our temporary displacement will not affect our work, and I guarantee that the customers shall return in even greater numbers than before." Eloquent to a fault and fond of being on a soapbox, Samoth smirked smugly. "Now, let's get the waterfalls working again, and get the holographic palm tree generators online."