The Dead God
The table was large, specially made and lifted into the building through once open balcony; now self contained in a room surrounded in holo panels. The world around it was eccentric, placing them dangerously close to a massive multicolored sun with arcs of jet flying from its gravitational hold with increasing furiosity; yet inside the room there was no noise, and ‘Chairman Harper’ as he’d come to be known sat at the head of the table with fingers steepled.
It was beautiful, and the beginning of something amazing. The Sith Lord turned banker smiled as he leaned back in the all too expensive seat, waiting for the others to join him - and as they would, an AI would greet them in the soft waif like tones of a woman with care in her demeanor, and a door would slide aside and break the illusion of the space for only a second before resealing itself once more.
When the many came, Dorian stood and smiled, brighter and wider than ever -
“Welcome, Gentleman. I’m glad to see you could all make it.”, he said with a gracious, inviting tone.
Today they decided the future of the Credit, and the future of the IGBC.