IMC Headquarters

Earth-based nerve center of the Interplanetary Mining Corporation receives Dent's scrambled transmissions from colonial outposts. Executives pore over reports of duralinium strikes and swiftly authorize colonist eliminations to clear profit paths. Sterile comms arrays hum with corporate directives; Morgan and others execute orders relayed from this remote hub of ruthless efficiency, where human lives yield to resource grabs across the stars.