BLACKWELL TECHNOLOGIES, BONADAN, CORPORATE SECTOR
Nathan cracked his knuckles as he waited impatiently by the customs booth. It had been a long journey and every bit of him felt in need of wringing out. He would be sure diarise a full theraputic massage as soon as time allowed.
It was a bloody long way to the Corporate Sector. Perhaps Blackwell and the other conglomerates had it right, planting themselves out here on the very edge of the galaxy, as far as possible from everyone else's shit. Nathan could not agree in truth, he had always been too fond of getting involved in other people's shit.
Today, the Senator hoped to broker a mutually beneficial partnership with Blackwell Technologies, foremost titan of the galactic business scene. His plans for the betterment of the galaxy would need credits, resources and influence in the Senate. The Corporate Sector had all three to share - for a price of course - and Nathan was prepared to pay his way where it mattered.
"We're all cleared, Sir" Stamper informed him. The burly security chief was practically Nathan's shadow, though even he seemed a little hunched from the hours and hours sitting aboard ship.
"Good" the Senator replied, straightening his suave green suit. The colour of harmony and stability they said, qualities those in business would value. "Where are we to meet Senator Solaris?" he asked the attendant on the desk. Blackwell was close he recalled and he was keen to get to it.
@The Good Doctor