Namek
"Well, The Ambassador is a guardian, but not of any company in specific. Just of The Embassy itself. Probably because this used to be a region with quite the troubled past which he saved. However, you're better off asking that to the man himself. We are going to meet a representative, you'll discuss about recognition and possible ingression within The Embassy."
DraconisTheWyvern
"Indeed, we are the middle man. We offer grounds to trade in which you do not have to worry about the threat of bandits or raiders, with a small tax comparatively to the losses you are likely to take. We are fully self-sufficient by design, so our armies and our people do not require to trade supplies. I am sure, however, that you are a bound to find an interested customer here."
Namek DraconisTheWyvern
The tram continues along its track and downwards the massive hallway, in the same direction the plethora of products seems to be going until it reaches a massive central chamber full of assortments of heavy machinery and other equipment meant to organize and stack the products into a tall cillindrical chamber at the center. The small tram carefully sits within the cillindrical chamber snuggly, and locks itself down as they begin their descent.
The chamber closes and depressurizes, dropping the package downwards into the large Trapezoid that is the Senate. Through the cohesive mess of cables, scaffolding, plates and dishes and plenty of other equipment attached to the Musavian-designed space elevator the group can see the curvature of the planet and its precisely designed geometrical lattice of concrete lanes that connect all quadrants of the planet. Then, engulfing the shining reflection of the sattelites in orbit and the everpresent background of stars in the galaxy comes the horizon, soon overtaken by the most prominent buildings of the landscape. Above all others rises the 4 1/4 sidecuts of a trapezoid, each spell from each side GL&M. Followed in the distance by other prominent buildings, the IMG headquarters, a black piramid that overtakes the tallness of The Senate by little, the GBE Embassy, a hellicoidal concrete building dressed in white and banners that fly high, the DVC Headquarters, a vivarium ship bolted and concreted onto the ground, whose glass does not occult the inside coated in rich greens, and the MISE headquarters from the progenitors of the brutalist-green towers style preffered within the planet, reserving themselves to a tall trapezoid intercut by greens and waterfalls, with a roughness that, though doesn't look like it, is very much there by design.
The landscape is then swallowed by a wall of imponent concrete, and the construct they ride soon starts halting its descent, until it comes to a full stop within a large semispherical chamber of concrete: The unloading docks. The guide ushers them out of the tram, as they now walk the remaining distance through the hallways.