Winding his way through the corridors, Silvan surveyed the station as he went. The typical hustle and bustle of trade continued to buzz all around as Silvan approached the newly renovated Council Hall. Pushing open the double doors, Silvan found an empty room, with very few furnishings in it.
Well, it was a cheap renovation anyway... he thought
The room held only three desks, arranged in a semi circular pattern at one end of the room, and half a dozen chairs. Walking up to one of the Desks, He Picked up the Blank nameplate upon it and wrote his name on it. Placing the nameplate back down, he then reached for a small commpad that was sitting next to the terminal screen and checked the schedule for the day. Sebastien Coen, an Omicroner, had requested a meeting and would be arriving shortly. Having given instructions to the dock overseer to escort Mr. Coen to the council chambers, Silvan slid behind his desk and turned to the terminal screen, deciding to read up on the NNN for recent events.
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