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...when they stepped through the portal it felt as if they´d step through just another normal doorframe, where they ended up the environment looked... interesting.
It was a large room with a circle-shaped desk in the middle the walls around them...didn´t look like walls at all, rather like the universe that surrounded them, making it look like they were standing in open space amidst of all that was Atma Varven, the old man which was leading the TATC...
he was standing upright amidst the desk, his arms constantly moving as if he was working something invisible to the Solarics...
The man that brought them here cleared his throat and spoke up...
"Sir, our guests have arrived."
...Atma raised his right index finger as if telling him to hold on for a moment...
"Just a moment."
...a few moments later he lowered both his arms and turned around, the desks, just like the visualization of the surrounding space disappeared, leaving a domed white room behind, clear of any obstacles...
Atma scrutinized the Sols with his black eyes and purple irises, millenia of experience in his gaze...
"Interesting, very interesting. Well, as you likely know, I am Atma Varven the head of this company, You must be "Reddish hue which follows the dawn" I would suggest we start by taking a seat, would you like something to drink? I would appreciate if you could dismiss your troopers, my employee will glady lead them to one of the entertainment centres if you allow."
...when he ended his sentence, a new, relatively large, desk and a comfortable looking, at least for humanoid standards, chair rose from the ground and he sat down, then another sort of "chair" rose from the other side of the desk which seemed to be adapted to the Noxesian biology...