Canto Bight.
The City had a reputation as a jewel in the crown of the gambling scene. Playground of the rich and the powerful, it was a hub of high finance and higher stakes. It also happened to be a city where Julia Hipori had a residence. Well, technically speaking.
In actuality, her residence on Cantonica was a yacht.
Parked up in one of the marinas in the City, the 'Azure Star' was an older design, albeit newly constructed for her personally. She spent quite a considerable amount of time somewhere when she wasn't jetting around the Galaxy for work. The second vessel of the yacht class in her possession was considerably more significant than the sleeker model she used in the outer rim. This one was built as a home, not as a transport.
There were perks to having it registered here, which ensured her ownership status was anonymised, and she could bring her own security. Sat in the main lounge of the opulently appointed vessel, she clocked her protection now. Six security personnel monitored the ship, two by the entrance ramp, one inside the room with her, and the remaining three patrolling the vessel itself. Each was dressed in an armoured suit, with a pistol in a shoulder holster.
Julia had recruited them directly from Blackwells Security division when she had taken on additional responsibilities that placed her under more direct threat. She was not a woman who took her safety lightly. Checking through her datapad, Julia sat in a high-backed chair looking out of one of the floor-to-ceiling viewports of the yacht. She wore a white dress, her hair tied up in a modern take on a traditional style from her homeworld.
The men with whom she was meeting were due to arrive soon...
The City had a reputation as a jewel in the crown of the gambling scene. Playground of the rich and the powerful, it was a hub of high finance and higher stakes. It also happened to be a city where Julia Hipori had a residence. Well, technically speaking.
In actuality, her residence on Cantonica was a yacht.
Parked up in one of the marinas in the City, the 'Azure Star' was an older design, albeit newly constructed for her personally. She spent quite a considerable amount of time somewhere when she wasn't jetting around the Galaxy for work. The second vessel of the yacht class in her possession was considerably more significant than the sleeker model she used in the outer rim. This one was built as a home, not as a transport.
There were perks to having it registered here, which ensured her ownership status was anonymised, and she could bring her own security. Sat in the main lounge of the opulently appointed vessel, she clocked her protection now. Six security personnel monitored the ship, two by the entrance ramp, one inside the room with her, and the remaining three patrolling the vessel itself. Each was dressed in an armoured suit, with a pistol in a shoulder holster.
Julia had recruited them directly from Blackwells Security division when she had taken on additional responsibilities that placed her under more direct threat. She was not a woman who took her safety lightly. Checking through her datapad, Julia sat in a high-backed chair looking out of one of the floor-to-ceiling viewports of the yacht. She wore a white dress, her hair tied up in a modern take on a traditional style from her homeworld.
The men with whom she was meeting were due to arrive soon...