John Locke
V U L K A N
Wearing: No points for guessing...a suit
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Coruscant
Tagging:
Veles Oshu
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There was something about Coruscant that was unlike any other planet in the galaxy, a metropolis that had stretched to wrap the planet in layers of concrete, metal and glass. Other cities might have been majestic or spectacular but Coruscant held a sense of urgency of intensity that it was hard to find anywhere else. It was a hive of activity, of motion. No matter where you looked, what you saw people going about their business no matter where you were, whatever the time was. It was a busy hectic hive of a planet, the beating heart of the galaxy and the centre of politics, business and culture. You weren't anyone if you didn't have a presence on this planet, had taken a share of the market here. Holonet personalities, politicians and businessmen all competed to make their bones but…when it came down to it John just couldn't bring himself to like the planet.
The view outside the transparisteel window was spectacular, night had fallen over this section of the city and he could see the lights twinkling beneath him. The tower was high-class enough that most of the traffic avoided it, streams of light that pulsed past in the distance, ribbons of light that decorated the heavens. The lighting in the bar was kept dim enough that the external lights were that much more spectacular, a nod towards ambience that John found useful. Everyone was so entranced by the décor, by the mystique that they rarely paid attention to their surroundings. It was the kind of place you could sink into anonymity, it didn't matter if you were a senator, a socialite or an executive, no-one cared who you were.
For the boy from the slums who had found his way to the heights of the galactic business community that sense of anonymity was a pleasant relief. He might never really be comfortable with Coruscant, it reminded him far too much of Coronet City for that, of the slums where he'd spent his childhood. While the surface of the planet had parks and was airy you only had to travel down a level or two for the oppressive feeling of the planet to grow, for it to wrap around you. There was a reason that John had established his headquarters on the garden planer of Naboo rather than taking the step of setting up base on Coruscant like many other enterprises had.
Still, that didn't meant that he could avoid it altogether, but thankfully the decentralized nature of his company and the holonet meant he could avoid visiting Coruscant more than he had to. Some meetings however had to be done in person. Dark eyes fell to stare at the amber liquid in the tumbler caught between his fingers before he looked up at the man seated across from him. Sometimes you couldn't get a true measure of a man unless you met them in person.
"I'm sorry to hear about Dorian, have you had any luck in tracking him down yet?"
Even the most powerful businesses needed help, support in opening up new markets and seeing off competitors. The IGBC had been a useful ally in this, but it was Dorian Harper who had been such a stalwart ally, this new man, the new leader of the conglomerate was an unknown to John. That's why he had to be here, to take a measure of the man.
