"Why exactly are we going to Canto Bight Ma'am?" the serious voice of her chief of security cut across the lobby of her yacht, as it dropped down into the upper atmosphere of Cantonica. Two Hawkbat speeders rose up to meet them, as part of the security detail provided by the ISC for this 'outing'. As Secretary, Julia was afforded certain freedoms that others tended to overlook - she had requested as much. A realist, Julia knew that galactic politics required you to get your hands dirty.
"A business meeting, with a concerned constituent. Nothing more." she replied, locking eyes with her Security chief, who clearly needed reminding as to his position.
With a soft thunk the ship touched down, extended its boarding ramp, and Julia departed. She was dressed in her usual armoured suit, a blaster at her hip, and security team in tow. As far as she understood, she was here to meet one of the most wanted men in the Galaxy - and as such, Canto Bight, one of the few 'neutral zones for such occurrences, was the ideal location for their discussions.
"A business meeting, with a concerned constituent. Nothing more." she replied, locking eyes with her Security chief, who clearly needed reminding as to his position.
With a soft thunk the ship touched down, extended its boarding ramp, and Julia departed. She was dressed in her usual armoured suit, a blaster at her hip, and security team in tow. As far as she understood, she was here to meet one of the most wanted men in the Galaxy - and as such, Canto Bight, one of the few 'neutral zones for such occurrences, was the ideal location for their discussions.