ou are the galaxy's most successful Krypton-3 salesman. On the way to close the biggest sale of your career, your brand new Nash Sombrero has blown a capacitor in the reactor valve. You exit the Gravway and coast down into the wrong side of town. Now all you need to do is find a phone and a repair sled will be on its way. The only signs of life seem to be coming from a shoddy structure three doors down and across the street.
Opening the door you make your way down a flight of debris-covered stairs. Something loathsome scampers over your feet on its way to the activities below. A shout of recognition is heard as whatever it was enters the smoke-filled room.
You stumble into the room and suddenly it's as silent as the depths of space. Several pairs of hostile eyes, and a few sets of three, challenge you to enter. The only thing that stands between you and the telephone is eight galactic misfits, an obsolete droid and a few "friendly" games of Shufflepuck. Relax, if you lose you'll earn their contempt. Win, and you'll earn their resentment.