Heading into a conference room, the security detail takes station outside, one stepping in just to open, and shut the door behind you.
There is a clock on the wall with hands ending in pictures of the moons of Acastus, showing their positions relative to their rise. Right now, it is early third rise, the true night cycle of Acastus where even the light of its weak pulsar sun does not hit the planet.
The chairs are a white so clean it hurts to look at for a moment, before your eyes settle. The cloth is soft, and a rich navy blue that also covers the armrests in two thick cushions. Director Kensh takes a seat at the head of the table, and with the press of a button a clear pitcher of water, and several glasses rise from a compartment in the center of the long conference table.