As you walk down the corridor you view murals on the walls of personal or man-portable weapons. A Desert Eagle here, an E-WEB repeating blaster there. Lightsabers, PPGs, Cluster web devices, Zat'nek'tels, Ribbon Devices, and many more.

Upon entering the office you see what looks almost like a museum. There are long rows of transparisteal display cases that contain pistols, rifles, sub-machine guns, melee wepons, and some items whose function is difficult do discern. Along the walls are boothes with droids wearing uniforms and posing with varoise large guns.

You look back to see the service counter is next to the door, several aliens man the desk, all wearing tweed suits and some smoking pipes or wearing specticals. You approach a Centauri wearing glasses and with a pipe sticking out of his mouth. He removes it, turns to address you and says, "Greetings, how can I help you?" This being said, he re-applies the pipe to his mouth and waits patiently.