Progflaw99
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Outer Rim | Thanium sector | Galidraan
Calavar | The Capital
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There was a hop in his step as he exited his hotel room, the native Centaran closing the door behind himself as he slipped the access card into his pocket. Over his ears a wide banded headset, musical tunes beating loud despite the early hour. A knowing smile grew at the corner of his lips as he thought about the previous evening. *Now that was how foreign dignitaries were meant to party.* Emerson almost felt bad for the cleaning staff - in fairness however, they probably had droids that did that sort of work. He shrugged off the thought as his footsteps carried him down the carpeted hallway. Already the cleaning staff appeared to be making the rounds, a large cart occupied a portion of the hall, the sound of a loud vacuum escaping the partially opened door. The tray included typical findings of hotel staff, but more importantly the mints. Mischievously Emerson looked first over his shoulder and then peeked into the room. Seeing no one, he swiped a handful of mints into his large overcoat's pocket, a grin spreading across his features. Today was going to be a good day.Almost dancing along with the music, the younger Cardiff made his way towards the lifts that would see him down to the main floor. He had things to do and people to see. Unwrapping one of the mints and popping it into his mouth, he crinkled the wrapper, casually tossing it into the rubbish bin just outside the lift. Only a couple minutes later he'd come out on the main floor. The lobby was empty this time of day, only a straggler here or there but as Emerson began heading for the door, the uniformed employee at the entrance knew what to do. By the time the diplomat reached the bottom steps, a small speeder had been brought out from storage, the valet gesturing towards the vehicle. Without a word, Emerson procured a small credit chit, leaving it in the valet's hand as he ducked into the speeder. What he wouldn't have given to pilot, but he knew that would never be allowed, he already got away with quite a lot. Shifting in his seat, the music stopped abruptly as he paused it, raising his voice towards the driver's compartment.
"I've got a meeting at the Capitol building. Office of Thaddeus Vitalis. Make it quick." a brief pause before the driver responded, holographic image of an older man appearing briefly. "As you wish sir." What happened next surprised Emerson, the rapid acceleration of the speeder catching him off guard. With a deep breath, he turned up the tunes again, content to look out the window as they made their way from his lodging towards the Capitol building.
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