The Catalyst.

[Implosion]

Gabrielle Daniels entered the room abruptly. She was closely followed by two bodyguards. Male and female, both augmented heavily with cybernetics.
She halted to a stop, as sharply as she had made her entrance, looked around and nodded her head towards her security. They turned around and left the room.
The Guildmistress, following in her father's footsteps was dressed for the occasion. Knee length black dress, high heels and iridium earrings, as well as a bracelet and a necklace made from the same precious metal. She made no efforts to hide her subtle scars, an result of her own cybernetic augmentations. Somewhat of a tradition in the Core, no real member of the group would was left without cybernetics. Gabrielle, however, was a step above the others. Even her eyes were fully synthetic, which their unnaturally white color gave away.

She looked around the room slowly, making eye contact with every single person that was present while nodding and greeting them. She did this, of course, because she was a businesswoman at heart. She had a specific goal in mind. Gabrielle was sure not a single person in this room liked her. In fact, she was certain, at the very least, half of them barely kept their guns in their holsters when they saw her. The Core has no love for the Outcasts and vice versa. Much like there is no former addict, there is also no such thing as former enemies turned friends. But the circumstances demanded cooperation. Daniels was presented with the opportunity to deal a heavy blow to the Corsair empire and that's not something that happens every day. Sure, she had some resemblance of respect towards a select few outcasts, but in general, she had no fond feelings for rest and they didn't have any either.

She walked towards one of the chairs, took a seat and crossed her legs.

"Cozy place. Perfect for planning our enemies' demise."

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