The Glow Dome of Adarlon had a chequered past. Once the thriving centre of fine entertainment, and no doubt some not so fine, it had been the quadrants largest capital of bright lights and expensive resorts that those that had the cash could come and indulge and enjoy what it had to offer. But like anything, time writes a history that saw it go from a hay day to bankruptcy and back again. The place had changed hands several time in its life span, but today it had returned to Corellian hands, it’s proprietor a Corellian woman by the name of Cara de Costella. Probably not her real name but no one cared. She was famous for her looks, beautiful, elegant but sour, a straight razor toten woman ruthless and unforgiving.
The casino attached to the Glow Dome, The Tsar’s Palace sat just off the main strip of Balderdash City, a place known for it holomovie production houses, which drew in tourist and everyone that aspired to break into the industry. There was the seedy side of this place as well, a very healthy of holomovies of the more adult nature thrived just as equally. Nothing was ever as it seemed in this place.
The high ups at the OPA had received a report that there was trouble at the Tsar’s Palace, high rollers that came to gamble at the casino were going missing. Anyone that had beat the tables and won a sizable amount of coin vanished, not heard of again. Cara de Costella had demanded that OPA do something about it, it was bad for business as people were shying away from the palace and going to her competitors. The OPA higher ups decided this was a job for the Bespin Black Suits, and they had a directive to get to the bottom of it, by any means necessary.
Cara had given the BBS the top suite to use while they were here investigating the disappearances, and drinks were on the house. But first they needed to get to business and once settled into their respective rooms, they would meet in the main room in the suite. Eldin poured a drink for himself while he waited for the rest of them to arrive, a short glass of whiskey no ice swirled around his glass before he raised it to his lips. He stood in his black suit collar turned down, white shirt and tie, clipped whiskers and hair perfect, looking the part of a high roller.
For a moment, he looked out the window across the top of the buildings toward the setting sun, night would arrive soon and with it, the creatures of the night.
Shira Varanin | Yula Perl | Potentas