Dimon simply adored Canto Bight.
Not only was it a safe and discrete place to conduct business, it was also filled with his sort of people. As the Jixuan dropped out of hyperspace and folded in its solar sail, he could feel his heart rate increase. Dropping down into the lower atmosphere, he clocked the city from his viewport, and his heart skipped a beat. He felt more at home here than he did in Ubrikkia (not that he spent much time there, mind you). Today he was here on important Senatorial business and would do his best to blend that with a bit of pleasure.
The Jixuan touched down in the public landing pads, and Dimon rose from his chair, grabbed his cane, and smoothed down his veda cloth robe, which was black, and embossed with swirling light blue patterns sewn in travella. One simply could not come to Cantonica without making a fashion statement. About his next he worse a haysian smelt icon - he looked every bit the Cantonican.
Settling into his waiting rickshaw he ordered the droid to get him underway to the fathier course, where his contact would be waiting for him.
It took just half an hour to arrive, and Dimon was swiftly shown up to a private box, which he had called ahead to put to one side for today's meeting. Bustling inside, he ordered a range of drinks (and naturally expensed them to the Ubrikkian taxpayer) and took his seat. The man he was meeting today was a senior, no the senior executive at Blackwell, and Dimon was keen to make a good impression. Newton was a man whom he had read much about, although he had yet to actually meeting him.
He stood up again, pacing up and down anxiously as he waited for the man to arrive...
@The Good Doctor
Not only was it a safe and discrete place to conduct business, it was also filled with his sort of people. As the Jixuan dropped out of hyperspace and folded in its solar sail, he could feel his heart rate increase. Dropping down into the lower atmosphere, he clocked the city from his viewport, and his heart skipped a beat. He felt more at home here than he did in Ubrikkia (not that he spent much time there, mind you). Today he was here on important Senatorial business and would do his best to blend that with a bit of pleasure.
The Jixuan touched down in the public landing pads, and Dimon rose from his chair, grabbed his cane, and smoothed down his veda cloth robe, which was black, and embossed with swirling light blue patterns sewn in travella. One simply could not come to Cantonica without making a fashion statement. About his next he worse a haysian smelt icon - he looked every bit the Cantonican.
Settling into his waiting rickshaw he ordered the droid to get him underway to the fathier course, where his contact would be waiting for him.
It took just half an hour to arrive, and Dimon was swiftly shown up to a private box, which he had called ahead to put to one side for today's meeting. Bustling inside, he ordered a range of drinks (and naturally expensed them to the Ubrikkian taxpayer) and took his seat. The man he was meeting today was a senior, no the senior executive at Blackwell, and Dimon was keen to make a good impression. Newton was a man whom he had read much about, although he had yet to actually meeting him.
He stood up again, pacing up and down anxiously as he waited for the man to arrive...
@The Good Doctor