Coruscant, near the Senate District, 2100 hours
Coruscant. The capital of the Republic. The capital of the galaxy, really. At the center of star systems too immense to be counted, the ecumenopolis had in times past and continued in times present to play a pivotal role in the stage that was the galaxy. Even with the New Republic crumbling away to pieces and the death of Supreme Chancellor Ro, Coruscant stood as a beacon of perseverance and viability. The whole planet was alive—with commerce, wealth, hope, and excitement.
Felicia was positioned high above the rest of the city, perched along the edge of a rooftop atop a high-rise building. The wind whispered against her long white hair, her silver eyes aglow with the reflection of the city's lights. Beneath her fingertips, she could almost feel the very pulse of the city—fast and steady with each and every racing speeder along the skylanes and the distant sound of music. These were her old stomping grounds, the city she had known and loved since her childhood. She never felt more alive than when she was roaming its rooftops, searching for her next big score.
Tonight, there was no need to search. This time, her next big score had found her. Below her, Hipori Motors celebrated its grand opening. The gala was in full swing by now, with senators, Coruscanti CEOs, and businessmen from the Corporate Sector in attendance. An exclusive shindig, and one that Felicia might have attended with her mother's business connections.
But this evening she was not Felicia Harlow. This evening, she was the Noir Cat, and this was business, not pleasure. Well, maybe a little of both. Felicia always inevitably blended the two. How could she not? She loved her work.
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