The penthouse of the Sovereign Bank was bathed in the warm light of the late afternoon.
Vahn Ryker sat at the head of the heavy glass dining table. His holographic interface was glowing brightly in front of him.
The incident in the plaza had proven a critical point. The White City could not rely entirely on Vahn acting as a deterrent.
A single man could not govern a population of five thousand while simultaneously preparing to wage war against a galactic empire.
He needed structure. He needed an army!
"Things are calming down out there," Hana reported.
She casually swiped through her datapad.
She sat on the velvet sofa with her legs crossed. She was entirely in her element as the Logistics Anchor of the Faction.
"Director Vance's little stunt actually worked in our favor. The former elites are too exhausted to scheme, and the civilians have formed volunteer militia squads to patrol the inner sectors."
