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Coming here awoke what are nothing less than lost memories, emotions forgotten over the recent years giving her the afflicted push towards what the body enduring compression by gravitational force must feel like. Leaving her Sabre at bay six, Gabriella is immediately accompanied by two her soldiers. Her eyes bland still hidden by the visor, her look piercing through the walls visualizing the infinity that lies beyond, her steps stoic, monotonic. And yet military oderly. One deck lower await the halls designated Nacions destiny her arrival. Taking her time, hovering the fingers still covered in armour over the walls, closing her eyes to open her mind, to conceive the convention ahead of her, to take in the understanding of unforgetfulness once more.


This were her words. Her beliefs. Her act.
Gabriella finally reaches the lock that gives way to the halls of the Abyss. That legendary place once known for its holding the value of providing every Maltese and guests to Nacion a spot apart law and enforcements, aside the common social structures and off the cultural restrictions Nacion puts upon people.
Her place. Angelas world.

Kelly, standing guard inside, is given a brief nod signaling her to clear the stations level of Ghost soldiers and reposition them at the entrances to the deck, sealing off the Abyss. Gabriellas movement now opened up, the steps solid but without her regular symmetric sonority as she takes off her helmet, leaving it on the counter and closing in on the stasis-field that separates the Abyss from the outside void. She turns her view over the interior, her mind sets pictures together of what this place once used to be like. Dark, repetitive sounds accompanied by stroboscopic effects, dancing, cliques gathering around at the edges, conversations. Company was found here, deals were made.
She takes off her armoured gloves, putting them on the several meters long low table that stands infront the windows stasis-field, just to turn once again, covered in the dark, the shadows the diffuse light provides, and has her thoughts drift away.

Razgriz' soldiers, in their regular combat armour, equipped with assault rifles one wouldn't want to get fired inside a station surrounded by the universe's void due to their plasma-infused hull-breaking munition, stood guard for the arrival of the scheduled visitor. When Enma didn't come alone, the Ghosts shot a communication updating Kelly on the new situation. During their walk through the hallways, passing several excessively secured airlocks, they could witness the effort with which the Ghosts occupied the following decks, until they finally reached the elevator that'd descend down to the Abyss. A squad of hundred or more had to be stationed here, powered with gear to stop a heavily armed attack against a fortified position. The soldiers sent to bring them in turned at the elevators opening doors that revealed Kelly inside already waiting for them.

A diffuse light illuminates the deck, the walls are abrasive, uneven and reflect the nearly not existant shining into a scattered brilliance. Kelly disappeared into the broken shadows. As the two approached the table Gabriella had taken place for now, and right after Enma spoke her greeting words, the screens on the side of the Lounge turned on, showing the lower floors, revealing to those that'd usually spend their time up here the events happening surrounded by deep, pressing, monotonous bassline. And with that, a dead sound reached up.


She points at the monitors and then a bit further to her side to call their attention to the individual sitting at the far edge of the table, at the one corner the screens didn't light up when the transmission started.