Coruscant, a planet that was buzzing with life twenty-four seven.
A brilliant chromium sheened vessel sliced across the upper atmosphere of the city-planet, a Guild d'Lanseaux Star Yacht, its occupant, one of the most formidable players in the Corporate world. Julia Hipori was her name, and she really didn't want to be here.
Summoned back to Coruscant at the 'strong urgings' of her families security consultant, a man whose stony-faced warnings you rarely ignored, the corporate executive had left Etti IV, the planet she called home, and shot straight to the Galactic Core. The subject of her visit - her own son.
"No." Julia cut off her assistant, raising her right hand as she did so "Don't call ahead." the assistant scurried off, leaving Julia to quietly seeth as the vessel came into land on the pad assigned to it, atop her son's extravagant apartment at the apex of the city-scape.
Walking down the debarkation ramp, her assistant in tow, and two heavy-set security guards in black suits behind her, she pulled up her datapad. "Hipori." she spoke cooly into the microphone "Julia - transfer apartment controls." a beep came from the datapad, as the instruction went through.
She opened the door to the apartment, and turned on every single light in the building to full, strolling in, her face wrinkling as she was assaulted with the stink of a 'bachelor pad'. "Where are you." she mumbled to herself, as she scanned her gaze across the room.