Location: Coruscant [Uscru Entertainment District] - The Aery
Tag: Lhao Praji
Long nails tapped the tinted transparisteel glass that hid her visage from view. There were rumblings that something was amiss in the governmental structure that she had only barely gotten to know. Her thoughts were pulling, this way and that, wondering what would become of the ventures that she had been exposed to. War. The left-overs of a two-pronged effort against the Clans of Mandalore and their Corellian neighbors. Coruscant was more stable than it had been in recent years—But it was not yet whole. The attacks that had torn her beloved world asunder years prior still left visible scars.
There were still homeless, hungry, and distraught Coruscanti people that required more than they had been given. Her organization could only do so much without support. Non-Profit business ventures could only hold on with adequate provisions. Isobel had friends in high places, however, she needed more. She needed the wealthy of the Core to see what they were missing. To see what she saw. To know, without a doubt, what she knew. Coruscant was…Struggling.
Somewhere along the way the tension that had gripped her eased. The reports from her brother Grayson mad her routine all the more imperative. Moving from event to event. The Omni Prime group had their hands in everything. The specialized in privately making problems disappear while providing for the people as a public face. One had rebuilt homes and sky towers while the other would see obstacles and dangerous elements removed without a whisper. Whole sectors would find themselves devoid of crime overnight.
The driver parked the sky-taxi, then waited, while a tall man in a black suit exited the building. Nathaniel. Isobel didn’t have many enemies, though, it was mostly because the unsavory parts of her enterprise were hidden. Even still. It was wise to make sure that nothing seemed amiss. He came to the passenger door on the landing pad and opened it. “Ms. Mattis.”
The greeting was stoic. Isobel exited, sliding smoothly, so that only delicate ankles peeked from beneath a wine-red dress. Nathaniel walked with her, at a distance, but not so far away that he couldn’t do his job as a bodyguard. “Has it been busy tonight?”
“More than normal?”
Nathaniel paused to open the door to the side entrance. “Perhaps. Are you concerned?”
He wasn’t asking about the number of people, moreso, the potential for risk. Isobel simply smiled briefly in return. The dark-haired woman ducked under his arm after a moment and slipped inside, whilst he shook his head, and followed quietly after her. He was a shadow. Professional, watchful, rarely seen, and never heard unless he wanted to be. There was no turbo lift that led from this entrance to the main veranda. It was a casino of which only the most influential were allowed entry, however, it was located in the underground. She had to go down.
Paparazzi and holo-journalists liked to try and track the comings and goings of Coruscanti Elite and Isobel liked to remain discrete. Hence, taking an indirect entrance, and also the glute workout she was soon to endure in a pair of painfully tall high heels. The entryway was practical. Long. Lots of stairs. It meant that if unsavory parties tried to enter through the less guarded path, they would also have a long, long walk. It took time. And it only had one turn the whole way so that security could sit at an angle and shoot up at the enemy, at the door, and down below. Guards at the top and the bottom could take turns firing volleys into anyone the Aery didn’t want coming in.
By the time Isobel made it through and passed another check point she was ready for a seat and a drink. Regardless, she pressed a pleasant smile on her features. Her eyes looked almost black in the overhead lights, but, there was a gleam that seemed to leave them with a topaz hue. She was carrying a small black clutch that went well with everything else. Her clothing was something she had been poured in to while her hair fell in ebony waves. The scent of death sticks and some sort of overhanging perfume from incense filled the air. There were dozens of tables with people gambling, betting, playing sabacc, and all manner of gilded debauchery.
Isobel moved through the crowd as if she owned it. Her confidence made it hard to fault her, though, she did recognize a few faces. Some would be happier to see her than others.
A tall, though thin, Cyclonic Highball. No one would trust her or talk to her if the bartender hadn’t served her. She wasn’t a spy, not exactly, but information was power. She coveted it in spades.
“You can open a tab…”, she paused, before giving her name, and appropriate debit code. Isobel leaned against the bar, quiet for a moment, while she took in the atmosphere. She hadn’t been to the Aery in a long time for a variety of reasons. Regardless, it was where she needed to be.
Now—She just needed her next project to show up.
Edited by Isobel Mattis, 09 October 2019 - 09:32 AM.