The hover-limousine glided silently through the neon-drenched clouds of Vandermis Aventine, eventually docking at the private gold-leafed spire of the PurpleSpring Penthouses.
As the doors hissed open, Xavier stepped out onto the red carpet, adjusting his silver half-mask. The humid air of the upper atmosphere tasted like ozone and expensive filtration systems.
'One wrong move and the corporate enforcers will turn this gala into a slaughterhouse,' Xavier thought, feeling the familiar weight of his sidearm tucked beneath his tailored midnight-blue jacket. 'Which… honestly, doesn't sound bad. Easier to deal with everything when violence is involved. But I can't have this planet on lockdown beforeI get everything I want. Unlike Helior Prime on Jupiter, the entire planet follows one system.'
