Private The Canto Bight King

[Serena Harth]

Canto Bight was a bed of vice, gilded with prestige and class. But beneath the specious flair, it was just as much a criminal sanctuary as Nar Shaddaa. In Serena's opinion, the latter was at least more honest with you.

In many ways, Prax Elvros was perhaps an embodiment of this city as a whole. Stylish, entertaining, and corrupt in all but admission. Serena was surprised he agreed to meet her. Perhaps he didn't think she could be a threat. Perhaps he didn't care. Or perhaps he didn't even think about her muckraking reputation at all, and was just looking for a little free publicity. In truth, Serena wasn't sure she wanted to test the waters either way. Perhaps this would be best to just treat as a simple interview of an infamous figure, and not an opportunity to uncover some secret truths…

She arrived outside the local Falthier racetrack. Most of the attendants were already in the stands by now, but the races had yet to start. She appraoched the entrance, where a bookie or ticket handler of some kind was presumably posted. She cleared her throat to signal for attention, "Hello? I'm here to see Pax Elvros? Serena Harth?"

Prax Elvros ​

 

[Prax Elvros]

The racetracks of Canto Bight were like any other part of the glimmering city. It was yet another arena where gambling and colluding of the wealthy knew few bounds. Even in a dingy place where beasts would gallop in order to feed into their ego. Among the crowd passing by the Zeltron girl were among the elite. Business-folk, nobility, even a few politicians. But the one that approached her was something of an opposite. A Shistavanen clad in black leather, looking more like a swoop racer than any fancy celebrity. On the sleeve of his jacket was golden, crown-like symbol. The canine was one of the Canto Bight Kings, Prax Elvros' personal gang. Lupine eyes stared her down, before nodding.

"C'mon. Boss has been expectin' ya." The wolf-man growled, motioning to follow him.

The beastly alien guided her upwards in the stands, ascending to the next level of the track's arena. The truly cream of the crop, the exclusive private boxes. The lupine gangster walked for while until he stopped at a private viewing area marked "77" in fluorescent white holo-letters. The Shistavanen grunted for her to follow him in. The suite was everything to be expected of such luxury: prime viewing spot, lounging furniture, access to a food storage, the whole works.

"Boss. A Ms. Harth here to see you." The lycanthrope spoke more gently.

A figure arose from the seating. A human man with black pompadour cresting his head. Dressed in a a relaxed, yet formal black suit, he strode over to them. An aurodium-plated walking stick, much akin to a scepter, and keen blue eyes. A charming smile graced his face. The smile of an entertainer, scoundrel, and kingpin rolled into one. An equally golden cybernetic hand reached out for a handshake. This seemingly friendly figure was the King of Canto Bight, Prax Elvros.

"Serena Harth! Do come in and join me. Can I offer you some refreshment?" Prax motioned to the suite's offerings, "Thank you, Graize. Mind checkin' in on the Twins? Them Gigorans promised me they wouldn't get too rowdy tonight."

With a nod, the Shistavanen enforcer left the two alone. An unexpectedly friendly start, in the lair of a crime boss.

Serena Harth ​