The Catalyst.

[Chenzo-]

Chenzo had made a total miss-judge of character. The woman before him was nothing of what he expected. Much more indeed. Despite his irrefutable direction of the old ways in which he knew, there was something to like about this woman. Quite what there was to like he was unsure of, only time would tell.

Chenzo: "If your warships hold as strong in battle as your words directly to my face then this war is already won"

He glances back toward Harabero with a smile on this face before turning back to face the guild mistress

Chenzo: "I like this one, she has something about her."

He gets up and walks over to a cabinet, picks up a device then tosses it to Daniels

Chenzo: "All Maltese stations have Cardamine systematically pumped through the vents, I don't expect you to appreciate the orange dream, this mask will filter it from the air you breathe whilst allowing you to speak normally and be heard. Then again, Cardamine may just be the best modification to your body, but that's your choice, of course. There's another here for our next guest when he arrives, I'll let you do the honour of throwing him one unless he already has one.

There's some mild refreshments and nobody can hear anything that happens within this room from outside. You and Harabero are the first 'outsiders' to those I employ past the hanger airlock since this installation was built"

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