D'ian, Corporate Sector
It was a nice and sunny autumn day on D'ian, full of pleasant breezes and bustling people. Broadly speaking it was one of their newer acquisitions and came into use shortly after the rise Palpatine's Galactic Empire. Now it was yet another thriving trade planet that even had its very own trading schools and, unlike some other planets taken centuries in the past, hadn't been reduced to industry-covered rock. Instead it was still a popular spot for tourist. The only real complication of sorts was that use of the local currency was required but there were exchanges that swapped out all sorts.
They even took Crowns these days. One can always trust corporations to jump on a chance to make a profit after all.
Morgan had been extending the reach of his intelligence network into the corporate sector lately. Of course he only did some of the actual work himself, he had agents and spies to do the legwork these days. It was a strange feeling not to be scoping out some location or other for weeks on his own. Instead there Morgan was sitting on a VIP veranda of some restaurant dressed in what he considered casual. His blazer was neatly placed on the back of his chair and a simple white folding fan lazily blew air over him while he lazily drank from a ceramic tea cup. No weapons were carried since such things were strictly prohibited throughout the Corporate Sector.
The view was nice from way up here. There was just one problem. Recent rumours were spreading in concert with certain reports that he wasn't entirely sure what to make of. The Eternal did sometimes leave their throne but usually for their own business, nothing of much interest, but there also weren't usually rumours to go along with it. Or a call from Renfry asking to meet him somewhere. Usually if they met it was on one of her planets, not her coming to him.
This felt odd and with the things he was hearing Morgan wasn't sure how to feel about any of it. Even if he appeared relatively calm there was a sense of tension that he couldn't shake, a tightness in his jaw and around golden eyes like a bird of prey's. If the whispers he heard were even partly accurate then there could be trouble.
But for the moment he waited patiently. Renfry would be lead to the upscale veranda and the sole table Morgan sat at when she arrived after handing over the reservation details.
@Phoenix