Gypsie Skripto gave a good look to the Shrine's hangar before clicking on his datapad to make the Telemakhos door open.
See you later, my darling...
He climbed the ramp in the company of DHD, entering the ship.
She's a piece of work this one. Ex-GRN she says. Gave her your cabin.
You gave her MY cabin?! GRN!? Well, we'll have to give new meaning to the phrase "sleeping with the enemy". You know I hate those hammocks you lot sleep in.
Gypsie walked the corridors slowly and stops for five seconds in front of his cabin's door before touching the panel, opening it.
The girl very willingly answered questions about life in Gallia, and upon arrival at the place she preferred to stay on the ship, in the cabin allocated for her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she placed next to her a small protective case with the Greek "Alpha" depicted on the lid of the case and picked up a large object with a bizarre alien ornament, fully concentrating her gaze on it.
As soon as the sound of the doors opening was heard, she hastily put the alien object in her bag and stared at the doors.
Seeing a girl sitting on the edge of his bed reminded Gypsie of simpler times, when he still lived in Liberty and his face was covered with pimples. He soon realized his position in this whole affair and coughed, clearing his voice.
Kallisti, mademoiselle! The name's Gypsie Skripto, I'm the captain of this fine piece of junk. Welcome on board.
The girl smiled and nodded politely to the newcomer. - My name is Isabelle-Celine Morel and I am glad to meet you. I have already been brought up to date on the ship, so I think we can work together. Although I must admit that your "vessel" needs repair and a couple of modern modifications. The guns are in a terrible state, and the hull... Just about, during the next flight, you will experience a depressurization. It is unacceptable.
Gypsie studied her, then looked around looking at the state of the cabin itself.
Heh! First day on board and you're already bossing me around? I admit, she begs for a trip to the 'Crons for a makeover, but the guns are state of the art! It's the gunning post that looks old, it was a nightmare making it compatible.
Isabelle chuckled. - You’re looking for a gunner, not a maid, right? So I leave the recommendations from a professional point of view. I was the main gunner on the Battlecruiser for three years, so I understand what's what.
A gunner's what I asked for, aye. Gypsie then took a step in to close the door behind him. I didn't know it would be an ex-GRN. After a second remaining serious, Gyp bursts into laughter. Forgive my sense of humour, Isabelle.
He sits next to her on the bed. I don't know if your people made a research on me or not but you'll find that I am a pretty chill guy and I tend to joke a lot. I feel like we started with the wrong foot. How can I earn your trust?
- I have long ago severed all ties with GRN, I believe it is equally important for you, as your people to know too. Those were bad times. And we did terrible things... But one day universe showed us the way to redemption and we gave up everything. But more on that, probably a little later.
She sighed with a note of sadness and continued. - I am not offended by your humor and, probably to your happiness, our division had no business in this system before. As well as not dealing with your people as a whole... - How can you earn my trust? Hmm... Probably from revelations. As you may have guessed, we are not just a bunch of thugs. Oh no, no, mercenary work is by no means a pleasant but forced way of earning money. We are very similar to you. With your church. The only difference is that our path is not religion or faith. This is philosophy. Concept.
Gypsie opened his eyes wide. A warrior philosopher, huh? I've known warrior nuns before, but this one's new! Oh, the conversations that await us my dear! I dabble in philosophy myself, but usually under the scope of Discord.
- I have heard a lot about your faith and philosophy. And in many ways, our paths are similar. We believe that the outcomes of everything have "Light". Not the light that stars or other objects emit... Light in this context is truth. An unattainable ideal for a person. Pure and immaculate, like the unexplored frontiers of space that we seek to explore. - We, just like you, have learned these concepts from the philosophies and beliefs of human antiquity. Ancient philosophers and priests were right in everything, but they perceived the concept too humanocentrically. The same pantheon of deities was similar to them, although the point is that we have not come close to the divine ideal. We are mired in vices and aimless existence, living only in order to multiply and absorb. Like parasites...
The girl thought for a moment and then handed the container with the Greek Alpha to Gypsie. - I almost forgot. This is a gift from our... Organization or, if you prefer, the Clan. The substance in this case is "Ambrosia". Divine nectar that is able to open the depths of human consciousness, allowing him to see and feel the world as it is. We use this during meditation or when it is necessary to take a break from the frailty of human existence.
As soon as Gypsie opened the container, he saw eight ampoules of soft blue luminous liquid neatly stacked into cells and a medical injector. - The secret of Ambrosia was given to us along with the revelation of the universe. Therefore, for the future, we cannot reveal to you the secrets of synthesis.
She thought about something again and added: - Once you taste this nectar, you will no longer be able to refuse it. We have already formed some immunity to its effects, and therefore we can only get crumbs of all its strength, but for those who have never tried it before, it has an effect comparable only to Nirvana and the strongest euphoria at the same time.