Corellia at night was really no better than Corellia during the day. A permanent cloud of smog clung to Coronet City like a sweaty t-shirt. The air was dense and humid, unlike the cooler mountainous cities in the northern hemisphere, and all of this was exacerbated by the large body of water the city sat upon. Vee-Threepio decided, almost immediately after leaving the spaceport, that he distinctly disliked the planet. The moisture in the air was making his joints rust and was filling his olfactory sensors with an overwhelmingly unpleasant odor not all that unlike a Hutt's defecation.
Wheeling next to him down the street, a black-plated R2-unit whistled something profane in Binary. A passing Aqualish must have heard the droid and understood, because he jerked his head to look at them as both droids waddled by. "I quite agree, Artoo," Veepee said. "Once we nab the florescent meatbag on the bounty puck, we'll make certain she suffers for bringing us to such a dreadful place. We've not been here ten minutes and I already need an oil bath."
Both droids were bound for the central bank of Coronet City. According to the bounty puck, a human female calling herself "Buzkill" had gone and robbed the bank by hacking into its systems. And, because the Corellian police were far too incompetent to handle the job, it fell to the droids to apprehend the hacker and make her pay for her crimes. One way or another, Veepee was now personally motivated to give her a new appreciation for her pseudonym. @Feng Mian