HMS-Hood
Dernivmina accepts the wine glass quietly, as to not disturb the man speaking, and attently hears him talking whilst he explains it, slowly sipping upon the drink..
"I understand. The Musavian Interstellar Space Program also started out small, you see, we had technology that was... frankly, miserable in the face of the current galactic standards. However, we stood strong, toughened up y'know?
The way I see happen is that the whole ordeal is much easier when you're under the wing of a larger and more powerful ally. Safeguarding from pirates and a fostering of development is guaranteed if you choose your friends wisely. You know what I mean, but this is a conversation that shall be resumed later."
She looks out of the window as the ship immerses itself yet again into another portal, piercing a thin layer that "separates" the source from the delta of the portal, an undefinable, or undisclosed, distance away within the old Yurera star cluster.
They eventually get to the fabled GL&M headquarters system. 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.
They swerve into the last planet of them all, the proper GL&M headquarters. The planet is a large and dense jungle that spreads through pretty much its whole surface, except for one large building visible from space. A large trapezoid that rises on a shallow angle, monolithic walls riddled with wildlife that obscure its concrete, waterfalls and vines are intercut by largely unnaffeced monolithic pillars, each a skyscraper of its own. To top it off, a pyramid atop the trapezoid, without any visible windows to speak of.
The ship swerved into the building, and landed on a large concrete platform that jutted out from its side, in the in-between of two of the gigantic concrete pillars. Softly it touched down upon the concrete pad, which bordered the thick and umid jungle, a very good climate for the lizards, slightly opressive for the human.
The door opened with a hiss and allowed the man to step outside, beckoned by Dernivmina, he felt the slightly damp and temperate air strike his face like a soft punch, the Headquarters stood towering and opressive beyond him, despite the largely natural exterior, the scale of such a structure felt unnatural in its essence, emanating an indescribable aura that reduced him to the miniscule.
"Now it is just a quick step into the office, do you need anything for now?"
Asked Dernivmina, cutting away the momentary tension like a master chef handles meats. Her earnest yet kind method of speaking, surprising for a lizard, brought a momentary comfort to his mind.