It was a strange and rare kind of day in Cloud 9 - a quiet one. In the kitchen, the chef lazily slapped another nerf steak onto the grill, as with another of his four arms he took a messy bite of the sandwich he'd made from the previous unsold steak. Whatever the people of Cloud City were up to today, it didn't seem to involve dining out, with the clientele comprised mostly of spacers who needed a few gallons of stim-caff to keep their frayed nerves alive.

It was into this stillness, this calm, that a ringing sounded. Loud and boisterous, it was coming from the communication panel behind the bar...