Gaunt
"Alrighty then, enjoy the ride, it'll be a bit, we're still a few jumps away."
She presses a button on the chair and a holographic projection of the exterior lights up for them both to see, spacetime is stretched thin like a rubber, and it snaps back into place revealing movement unprecedented at the GL&M gateway.
Many ships fly back and fourth between defensive stations, freighters and the large and prominent gateway. The ship passes by without a hitch.
The transition between this and the other side is seamless, they pierce through the portal's surface and appear st the other end, in solely controlled Gal&M space.
Understandably, the defense on the other end is somewhat thinner, however, many ships appear stationed nearby just in case of invasion, so the enemy may consider their true numbers lower.
The most prominent feature of the place is that there are very few, if any, visible stars across the emptiness of the system's background, almost as if they were turned off? Obscured? Muted? Narcrus could not find an explanation to such phenomena.
Hopping again and again, passing through portals, they come across different worlds controlled by GL&M. Most of them are populated and thriving, stations circulate them, ships come back qnd fourth between the bodies of the system and construction works are underway, ever expanding the might of the company.
They finally reach the Headquarters through a portal. The system is modest, a gas giant and three planets. But the development is quite astounding. The gas giant has spots partially covered with blankets of metal, enormous stations that harvest the gasses of the planet, using them commercially and for processing operations. One of the planets, funny enough, seems to be completely unaltered, its barren surface desolate as ever. The other is a jungle of scaffold and metal, concrete plains and accessways everywhere, and the thin blue glow of everpresent shielding. Surrounding it, a network of ships and stations, that was the hyperatomic anvil planet, concentrating in a safe manner enough hyperatomic anvils to supply and buy nations.
The last planet was the HQ, a relatively small planet, completely covered in concrete or fabricated greenery and rivers, fauna and flora working together to form a picture of wealth and prosperity for the company. The ship entered the planet and quickly game to the headquarters themselves, a tall and large trapezoidal building that rose 3km into the air in a receding manner, until closing up in a pyramid that capped the construction.
The ship hovered around the building, where plentiful waterfalls and hanging gardens equated it to a lush mountain than to a monolith of concrete, and it delved inwards into a wall betwixt concrete pillars the size of capital ships, entering through an open bay door.
The soft hiss of the door opening signaled he was free to exit the craft at last, Delnivmina awaited for him, to accompany him further on.