Businessing the Unbusinessable
Onderon was not a planet Larson had ever expected to visit. It just wasn't really his sort of place. To old. However, business called, and so he had hopped on the first shuttle over to the distant world, heading down from the Corporate Sector the day after his meeting with another business associate. This time, however, he was not expecting to meet with a Sith powerbroker, but rather someone far less trustworthy - a Senator.
Stepping out of the transport, a briefcase in one hand, he checked the time on his Chrono on the other hand. "You know this guy is always in the papers?" his assistant chimed in over the comlink. Larson laughed as he walked across the large arrivals bay "Yeah - seems like my kinda guy." he replied.
"Impulsive and without shame?"
"Your words not mine buddy. Call you back." he ended the call, walking toward a waiting cab, which he quickly ducked into. "116 Prisa Way." he instructed the pilot droid, who replied with a simple 'boop'. On the way over, he ran back through his pitch, interrupted about twenty minutes later by the cab touching down, and the droid demanding payment.
Paying, he stepped out of the shuttle and walked toward a figure waiting for him at the entrance - either the Senator, or one of his staff.