Cadinth.
The planet had been one of the larger industrial bases within the empire similar to Lianna, with most of its population living in dense cities with immense production capability and little else to show for it. With little thought given to the effects on the planet, its natural climate had been battered by the chemical and waste byproducts over the centuries leading to the famous black sand deserts that stretched for miles beyond city limits.
Guinevere had read the reports about the planet. Such a concentration of wealth was controlled by a collection of oligarchs who enjoyed the opportunity to flaunt their success. Having withdrawn from the empire due to the ISC's strenuous trade restrictions, the planet has little appetite to return under those conditions although they weren't necessarily hostile.
One such oligarch had planned to host a multi-day fundraiser for charity purposes, with the goal of establishing a fund to rebuild a section of the city that was struggling and poorly maintained. This would not raise any flags on its own other than the usual, but a guest list of several characters that were known criminals or delinquents required that at least some level of presence was available to monitor their activities were not going to affect the empire.
Arriving days prior, Guin had booked two rooms in the same massive building where the fundraiser was to be held as she was not to be going alone. If the intel was correct, there would be an item that would be of particular interest to the Imperial knights, to either secure or at least know the hands into which it fell. For that reason, Guin turned to the one person she knew best.
Dressed in casual blue jeans and a white sweater, the lieutenant had found herself in a nice quiet spot in the corner of the hotel lobby away from the other guests. For Guin, the idea of attending a fundraiser in itself seemed dreadfully stressful, due to the amount of socializing but that wasn't the only event going on while they were here. Though if she had her way, she'd spend the next few days firmly planted on this chair with several good books and mugs of hot chocolate to pass the time.
The planet had been one of the larger industrial bases within the empire similar to Lianna, with most of its population living in dense cities with immense production capability and little else to show for it. With little thought given to the effects on the planet, its natural climate had been battered by the chemical and waste byproducts over the centuries leading to the famous black sand deserts that stretched for miles beyond city limits.
Guinevere had read the reports about the planet. Such a concentration of wealth was controlled by a collection of oligarchs who enjoyed the opportunity to flaunt their success. Having withdrawn from the empire due to the ISC's strenuous trade restrictions, the planet has little appetite to return under those conditions although they weren't necessarily hostile.
One such oligarch had planned to host a multi-day fundraiser for charity purposes, with the goal of establishing a fund to rebuild a section of the city that was struggling and poorly maintained. This would not raise any flags on its own other than the usual, but a guest list of several characters that were known criminals or delinquents required that at least some level of presence was available to monitor their activities were not going to affect the empire.
Arriving days prior, Guin had booked two rooms in the same massive building where the fundraiser was to be held as she was not to be going alone. If the intel was correct, there would be an item that would be of particular interest to the Imperial knights, to either secure or at least know the hands into which it fell. For that reason, Guin turned to the one person she knew best.
Dressed in casual blue jeans and a white sweater, the lieutenant had found herself in a nice quiet spot in the corner of the hotel lobby away from the other guests. For Guin, the idea of attending a fundraiser in itself seemed dreadfully stressful, due to the amount of socializing but that wasn't the only event going on while they were here. Though if she had her way, she'd spend the next few days firmly planted on this chair with several good books and mugs of hot chocolate to pass the time.
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