ENCOUNTER WITH THE LUCK LORDS
Planet Ventura - it is night here on the gamblers world and like a super scaled Las Vegas it's lit up to the nines. Still even in this day and age there are places that the light can't reach...

In one such alley we find a cloaked figure hiding in shadows moving ever forward and looking over his shoulder. He stops and raps on a door, a set of eyes peers out an opening, alien words are spoken, and the opening vanishes. Seconds later the door opens and the cloaked figure is ushered in.

If it can be said the alley was dark, this room is a black out. The figure stands and can see little more than shadow and gloom. A single light is struck and the figure is blinded. He raises his four hands to shield his eyes letting his cloak fall open, revealing a thin figure of maybe 42" tall and looking to weigh about maybe 80lbs.

From the gloom a high pitched nasal voice requests payment, the figure lowers one hand and reaches into a pocket on his vest tossing a handful of credit chits onto a table in front of him. A thin purple/gray hand holding a scanner moves over the chits and displays the value of the chits noting there are no I.D.s attached to them.

The hand pulls back into the shadow and a voice whispers and another pair of purple/gray hands sets a box on the table. The only words spoken are a warning: "let nothing happen to this, else your luck will run out." The figure takes the box in two hands and closes the cloak around him with the other two and leaves.