As you walk down the corridor you note pictures of sleek fighters, modern and otherwise. Some are in dogfights in atmospheres, others are in space. You find yourself oogling at the flashy fighters.

When you enter the office, you see multiple display platforms, much like at an auto-mall. There are humans and aliens walking about in skyblue or white suits.

You weave your way amidst the platforms to the fighter that suits your fancy. You circle it and take note of the holo-gram dsiplaying the features, variable colors, extras, preformance statistics, and prices. A sky-blue suited Narn woman approaches. "How can I help you today?"