As the ship came to a firm landing Victor was happy to have his feet on the ground. Leaving the ship Victor took in the scenary of the base...it was certainly, dramatic. Victor then realized the overkill was not quite finished as the ship sunk into a mountain steadily descending towards the magma. "Good to see we're not spending our money on any gimmicks." Victor chuckled to himself. As they entered the meeting room Victor frowned, it was obvious that there was a power structure here afterall. No matter he thought, all established orders fall under their own incompetence, it was merely a matter of time before it descended into anarchy like all things.

Walking over to the chair with his name engraved on the read Victor smiled as he ran his finger over his pseudonym feeling the texture, he could get used to the luxury of this place. When it came to picking a room Victor wasn't especially picky, he had chosen a spacious yet rather spartan room with metal furnishings, not entirely different to the cell he had found himself in mere hours ago. Returning to the meeting room and taking a seat at his chair he whistled cheerfully.