Epica City, a hub of sophistication and opulence in an otherwise backwater system of worlds in the Expansion Region. The planet was a hidden jewel, with a copious amount of beauty that would make millions if only it could be bottled and sold. Forested hills, crisp and expansive oceans, and mountains—the perfect setting, with luxurious palaces and mansions with too many rooms to count at the center of it all.
Apparently, Cassian was in the wrong business. Botany, not politics was where the real money was to be made. Who knew?
The Zeltron stared up at the estate from the street below, its windows aglow in the settling darkness. Men in tuxedos and women in full evening dresses with clutches in hand sauntered up the steps that led toward the portico in front of the house.
"Shall I wait for you, sir?" called the droid behind him.
"No thanks, metalhead," Cassian replied, not bothering to turn to face the droid driver as he lit the cigarette perched between his lips and took a long drag. A bad habit that he had successfully given up years ago but had recently picked up again. Add it to the long list of things Princess Reyna and his adoring Onderon public did not need to know about. It wasn't easy being a Free Worlds Senator these days. "I won't need you."
Silently, the Zeltron began the climb up the stone steps leading to the estate, blue eyes never straying from the gathering crowd ahead.
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