It had been a long time since the Zoners Trading Consortium had claimed Omicron 74 as their territory. The stations were built off trusted designs; the materials standard. Stainless steel, cheap and easy to clean. Structurally sound and simplistic designs. The I-beams which used the minimal material to get the maximum support. But that was a time long ago. A time before the Consortium flourished. A time when the only arms that were needed were open ones. A time before the exodus. And so the Consortium evolved. The exodus spawned the Omicroners. And they do things differently now.
The station has been completely overhauled. Now it's body is ensconced in a shield which could keep a battlegroup at bay for an eon even after reinforcements have swarmed whoever stupid enough to attack it. It's body itself has been upgraded from simply supple sealed steel to a triple-titanium weave with solar panels concealing this fact. The guns were upgraded to support the fixed defenses which protect Omicron 74 from invaders passing through Theta. But all of these facts are kept close to an Omicroner's heart, for there are those who would use it against them.
For those who traverse further than the complex equipment which litters the hangars and docking bays, they will come across a large bar with people always up for a yarn. It is quite a spectacle to behold. Most of the bar is coated in platinum; from the seats, tables and the walls to the actual bar counter. The exceptions being made of diamond or titanium; for the helical structural supports, decorative sculptures and the tops of the table and bar counter. The windows which look into space are made of a clear crystal, which is also used for the several glasses which fill the room, regardless of shape or volume.
And it is here that you will find the the owner of the bar, and serving barmaid, Raluca Kiss. Be warned henceforth; her conduct depends on your's.