As you walk down the corridor you note the murals of knights in armor battling it out, of automobiles with new armor on their skins shrugging off anti-tank rounds, and of battleships in amidst swarms of fighters and great storms of shells, missiles, energy, and every combination of those. You also hear sounds, of people in armor walking about.

As you enter the office, you office, you see some twenty or more men, women, and aliens in armor of different types. Some in mail, some in plate, others in exo-suits, combat armor, Mandalorian style armor, Storm Trooper armor, and Jaffa and Goa'uld armor. There are others in armor of types whose origin you can only guess. Each of the armored persons has a name tag pinned or bolted to their chest.

The room is filled with circular holo-projector consoles (like Admiral Ackbar's in "Return of the Jedi"). The consoles that have other customers at them have different types of armor floating above them with specifications to their sides. You move to an un-occupied terminal and scroll through the armor types (Powered exo-armor, medieval/elvish, alien, 20th/21st century, vehicular upgrade, fighter up-grade, mech/mobile suit upgrade, capital ship upgrade). Soon a Mon Calimari wearing Mandalorian armor approaches. "How can I help you today?"