The Supreme Galactic Arbitration Court sat atop the highest mountain of Galactic Wall Street.
It was a colossal structure built from black basalt and polished obsidian. Gigantic statues of blindfolded judges holding scales and execution axes lined the stone steps. Ten thousand armed court bailiffs in black chainmail stood shoulder to shoulder along the colonnade, their halberds crackling with suppression lightning.
Inside the grand chamber, heavy velvet drapes blocked out all natural starlight.
High up on the elevated judicial bench sat Chief Prosecutor Judge Mo, wearing billowing black robes embroidered with silver chains. His eyes were cold, narrow, and dripping with malicious pleasure.
Beside him, projected as a towering fifty-meter-tall dark hologram, was Ancestor Hei Lv of Vault #4.
[Ancestor Hei Lv. Vault #4 Master. Goodness Score: -92 / 100.]
Ancestor Hei Lv’s purple eyes stared down at the empty defendant’s table. His long claw tapped rhythmically against the stone balustrade.
“The time is exactly ten in the morning,” Judge Mo declared, his raspy voice echoing through the vaulted hall. “Case number zero-nine-eight-two, Vault #4 versus Taichu Benevolence Group. The defendant has failed to appear within three minutes of the opening bell. Under standard summary procedure, the court will now enter an immediate default judgment.”
