The streets of Blue Sector are dark and quiet, except for the near constant wail of sirens in the distance. You walk with your collar up and shoulders hunched, your steps are fast, just two blocks to go. Somewhere in the distance the lights of Treasure Ship Row gleam and twinkle invitingly, but that isn't your destination. Not yet. You don't have the stake for those tables.
As you pass an alley two punks stand up straight and stare at you, but they make no move. Maybe they're waiting for somebody. Finally you get to your destination. It is just as dark and grey as all the other buildings around here, but this is the address you were given. After the briefest hesitation you approach the door, and it opens before you reach it. An old model battle droid is standing there looking you over, blaster at the ready. Its metal is tarnished ad its joints look stiff, but the blaster is pointed right at your torso at point blank range.
"What do you want?" it asks in a low buzzing growl.