Apr 24, 2022
Hux scanned the box seats for important people to make alliances with or spy on. The high-stakes race had brought a veritable who’s who of galactic society to Canto Bight. (He had foregone his uniform to maintain a low profile, opting for a sharp, understated civilian suit. All black, of course.) He locked in on an influential businessperson at the bar and strode briskly to meet them—but collided instead with some broad-shouldered lout who was not paying nearly enough attention. “Ex—cuse me! Watch your step.”
@ofiloh