HMS-Hood
"I am glad that you are getting accostumed, feel free to help yourself to a drink whenever you want."
Dernivmina continued sat on the other side of the table, comfortably upon the large hyperweave seats provided, with multiple, useless, yet pleasent seat integrations.
As the ship moved onwards and away from the system, passing by the GL&M-Owned space, Admiral Nigel could see a plethora of different sights. First and foremost the fabled, yet very unknown and guarded GL&M Cluster entrance, a large circular portal made out of some unknown material, clearly reinforced with many layers of GL&M technology, probably the most top notch. Around it, hundreds of ships composed the defensive perimeter to the only entrance of the largest megacorporation of the galaxy, and hundreds more danced to and fro from the portal, and out into the galactic expanse.
"I can't help but notice the militaristic nature of your attire and customs. Excuse what can be perceived as naiveness from me, but what are the customs of your people? Or is this how you carry yourself due to your military duties?" - Blurts out Dernivmina after a quite long while of silence and taking in the sights of the galaxy.
The ship, nevertheless, continued cruising along, system to system through giant portals built in the same way, though less defended than the entrace. It was but a matter of time until they arrived at the headquarters.