A Pursuit of Knowledge (Gabriella Casta) - RETCONNED

[Casta]

The Kniaz exits the threshold of the airlock tube, takes a quick note of his surroundings, checks for potential assassins using the internal sensors on his suit - the coast was clear, good business for once. He came to an immediate stop twenty feet from the dead stare of Casta and raised his right arm, forming into a fist - simultaneously, his men snapped to attention and kneeled in one fluid, united motion - not a hair out of line. He released his hand and stepped forward, they returned to their original formation, two guards flanked him as he approached Casta, removing his helmet, revealing a handsome young man, likely in his late twenties, scars present on his cheek, lip and left eye.

G: You've informed us about an Artifact in your possession. You better have it with you, but we'll investigate on that later. Your guard's to stay here at entrance, you take a seat. And enlighten me on your concerns about the ignes fatui of the forgotten past.

Dragomir obliges to her request, taking a seat.

-D: Not precisely one artifact, a handful rather - though a hypothesis formulated by our science team based on age, material composition, and energy signature have identified a few specific relics as subjects of higher importance. We wish to further study these artifacts, but....unlike every other batch of relics we have studied and preserved, these are harder to decipher, metaphorically speaking, it's as if they've been padlocked by their creators. Vaults are built to protect their contents, whatever these artifacts contain - it is likely invaluable information that could potentially advance the Nacion. Despite having our best minds on the matter, we simply lack the expertise when it comes to relics this old and complex. We understand that you, and perhaps other Ghosts have extensive experience with the K'hara and artifacts of similar cryptic nature which is what brought us here in the first place.

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Listening to the elucidations Sabitov provides, her mind indeed is in vast movement contrary to the missing expressions Gabriella shows towards her conversationalist.

The eidolon you're talking about is one that many ran into, many wish to solve and so far none had succeeded in doing so.
There's ways to decrypt information or whatever enigma it holds, but that requires assistance of differently minded individuals. There's one, she can foster in what human science never could achieve. But here's not the place to deepen academic research.
And now is not the time. You're yet to prove yourself, as just poisioning the air I breathe with your presence in the belief handing me over a yet indeterminate number of random Artifacts won't cut it in gaining my trust. Your focussed, conceited approach catched me on the first, but listening to your explanations so far arises disfavour within me.

Her fingers tapping on the table, yielding a scratched noise that irrupts thoughts and invades cogitations. Gabriella is out of a sudden in a noticeably testy sentiment. The guards Sabitov has with him are not enhancing the thrill she was looking for with this conference.

You'll unload your captured treasure so it can be taken to facilities better suited to investigate on their mysteries. You'll clear shipyard of your soldiers, you'll leave behind all safety you think you got.
No weaponry. No guards. No uncommanded move.
Gladius Rex is to be secured by Ghost personnel and your crew will take shelter within seperated departments of Cartagena. All under watch of the military.

For a short moment, to calm her temper, there is a break in the lining out of the commandments.

If you're in doubt of your security and fear for your life, let me assure you that no harm will by done to your biological presence.
... You should be concerned about state of your mind once Esprit of the Unforgiving you'll encounter is taking you across the Acheron.

Her look takes on the Ghost soldiers that are with her, embracing the moment of fortune to have Sabitov internalize what is constituting the misery coming towards him should he decide to partake in this endeavour.

Canto Three, Engraving upon the Archway.

And the soldiers choral immediately imbues the foyer, a whisper as spoken by wraiths, the canon of agony, an ovation to distress.

I am the way into the city of woe,
I am the way into eternal pain,
I am the way to go among the lost.

Justice caused my high architect to move,
Divine omnipotence created me,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.

Before me there were no created things,
But those that last forever - as do I.
Abandon all hope you who enter here.

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