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Author Topic: Archived:The LEAGUE of ISHMAEL  (Read 8808 times)
HAC
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« on: March 14, 2007, 03:33:09 am »

  Know that for time long past I have been recluse. Shunned by your society those many years past,
I betook myself to the study of the Dark Sciences.

  Know that I have studied at the feet of dread Nemo, and have learned from him, the secrets of limitless energy.
  Know that I have trod the skies with the mighty Robur, and have learned from him,  mastery of the air.
  Know that I have studied in the halls of feared Moriarty and his hidden empire, and have learned from him, cunning.

In time past I applied myself to gather unto me a nation of souls, who like myself ,find themselves cast out,
disillusioned, or tired of the ways of so called "civilized" nations. These favoured few I have taken in and
under my guidance we have built a land from where once was only desolation, amidst the wastes of the sea.

 In this solitude I have beat  plowshares into swords, fashioned in accordance with the teachings of my dark
mentors. The power of these engines of destruction is absolute, and none can withstand their might.
 I fear not armies of the land, neither  vast fleets of airships, nor the mighty navies of proud nation-states.
My air-behemoths and flying devices are the like of which you have not seen.
I have tamed the dark power of phlogiston to my service, and can turn that elemental energy to whatever my hand desires.

I have watched from afar your vain and petty attempts to form unions, or "councils" as you so name them.
I have seen your efforts to recruit unto these "councils" like-minded souls. I can see but one purpose to these
factions, you mean to dominate, and we will not be dominated.

 To such ends, I now end my self-imposed banishment from the world. I am here, and will not be denied.   
 You will from hence know me as Ishmael, "the one who was rejected".
 
Your self-styled "scientists" mayhap have noticed strange phenomema on the air and the seas.
These are but simple signs of my return.

My plans are my own, and I choose not to reveal them at this time, but in ways however subtle, they
are afoot. 

Should you choose to court my alliance, it will amuse me. Should you choose to thwart me, it will be
a doom upon you. Know this,and know it well, I will not be denied my inheritance of vengeance.

Know also that those who tire of the oppression of your society will be welcomed to my league and will
share in vast rewards when my plans come to fruition. My demands on those who follow me are simple:

 - Obey my rule
 - Persue the knowledge of the Dark Sciences
 - Treat all others of the league as brothers
 - Strive to advance the technology of our league
 - Defend the league against all threats, be they internal or external

Those who follow are granted right to use the sigil-word ISHMAEL so that they may be known and recognized.

I will however,grant you a gift. Here I leave you with an Aetheric Insponder. It is attuned to its aether-twin
which I carry. Its purpose is twofold. It will allow communications with me should you so desire. It will
also serve as a reminder and demonstration of the powers that the Dark Sciences have granted me.



Signed this day, by my hand, aboard "Leviathan"

Ishmael


Behold my Engines!

Leviathan


Non-Dirigible Flying Device.

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« Reply #1 on: March 14, 2007, 06:16:00 am »

My good sir, I see that you have taken a stand against the Councils. I feel that these dominating councils are a danger as well, and have formed my organization of pirates to combat precisely that structure, but somewhat from within its bounds. In our quest for freedom for all and the advancement of steampunk aesthetic, P.I.R.A.T.E.S. wound be honored to call the League our allies.
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« Reply #2 on: March 14, 2007, 08:10:37 pm »

I too feel that, as an Emperor, I am conceptually drawn to such schemings.

The world is a ripe fruit that needs picking and pulping, remaking as a finer society using the vision of Men of Will.

As a recruitment drive appears to be growing and other parties have solicited my involvement I feel I have to throw my hat into the ring and declare my allegiances.

So perhaps some kind of henchman status with a view to usurping at some point in the future in a bloody coup?
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HAC
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« Reply #3 on: March 14, 2007, 08:14:05 pm »

My dear Admiral,
  I am brought to mind of an old truth - "The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend".
To such ends, I welcome your entreaty, and as a sign of fellowship, I grant your members haven and resupply privileges.
 As a token of good will, I will send unto you a warship of my own design, accompanied by a small retinue of technicians,
to the ends that your members may benefit from our advances in the Dark Sciences.
 Expect it by night, from the west.

By my hand, aboard Leviathan

ISHMAEL
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« Reply #4 on: March 14, 2007, 08:17:29 pm »

I too feel that, as an Emperor, I am conceptually drawn to such schemings.

The world is a ripe fruit that needs picking and pulping, remaking as a finer society uing the vision of Men of Will.

As a recruitment drive appears to be growing and other parties have solicited my involvement I feel I have to throw my hat into the ring and declare my alleginaces.

So perhaps some kind of henchman status with a view to usurping at som point in the future in a bloody coup?

I am but confused...

I am sorry, I do not understand this Talk that you type..... ( ?? )
Could you explain that in simpler terms
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HAC
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HAC_N800
« Reply #5 on: March 14, 2007, 08:25:53 pm »


As a recruitment drive appears to be growing and other parties have solicited my involvement I feel I have to throw my hat into the ring and declare my alleginaces.

So perhaps some kind of henchman status with a view to usurping at som point in the future in a bloody coup?

My Dear Emperor,
  Hail and welcome as a fellow leader of men. Your talents are most welcome. I extend you haven as a vassal-henchman and to that end, accept as a gift, the fast  armed scout steam-dirigible "Wasp" and her crew.
  I hasten to remind you that as a vassal-henchman, you are required to honour all other allegiances my league has entered into.

By my hand, this day, aboard Leviathan

ISHMAEL


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« Reply #6 on: March 14, 2007, 09:47:51 pm »

ISHMEAL, The UFAS Has nothing against the ISHMEALIANS, but if you ever help PIRATE out on a raid on any of our air-states you will be punished. I do not enjoy your elegance with them, but will tolerate it unless you directly hurt us.
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Your reality sir, is lies and balderdash and i am delighted to say i have no grasp of it whatsoever!
HAC
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HAC_N800
« Reply #7 on: March 14, 2007, 10:48:03 pm »

I have recived and read your missive, and to that I say:
 Know this then. Do not presume upon my nature with threats, even idle ones. Do not threaten to do something unless the capablility
to carry through with impunity is assured.  That , it is not. I do not fear the Councils, but I honour my allegiances. An act of agression upon myself or my allies will be met with retribution swift and final. Know that I have perfected the ultimate weapon for peace, the Phlogostonic Bomb.  Contemplate on this, a single device, concentrated phlogiston contained, that once detionated, sets into motion aetheric reaction liberating material bound phlogiston in an area, the radius of which is dependant on the size of the device.  The power exists for me to eliminate an area of my choosing, be it a city, or a city-state.
 I shall perhaps, arrange a small demonstration for you elucifidication?
 
 I am not one to act unprovoked, however ,do not presume to know my mind, I act to my own ends.

By my hand , this day, aboard Leviathan

Ishmael
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« Reply #8 on: March 15, 2007, 12:56:21 am »

I too feel that, as an Emperor, I am conceptually drawn to such schemings.

The world is a ripe fruit that needs picking and pulping, remaking as a finer society using the vision of Men of Will.

As a recruitment drive appears to be growing and other parties have solicited my involvement I feel I have to throw my hat into the ring and declare my allegiances.

So perhaps some kind of henchman status with a view to usurping at some point in the future in a bloody coup?

I am but confused...

I am sorry, I do not understand this Talk that you type..... ( ?? )
Could you explain that in simpler terms

It would be best if I did not elucidate further.

Those that the message was intended for have divined its meaning. Best not makes it meaning simpler (although it is all based on a simple numeric code). As an olive branch I will correct the numerous typographical errors which may have thwarted your cryptological endeavors.

Prepare the Wasp for immediate flight, as the world has wallowed in its alleged freedoms and so called democrazy too long.
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HAC
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« Reply #9 on: March 15, 2007, 02:10:10 am »

The Wasp is yours, and is dispatched, but know that you are bound as a Vassal-Henchman to respect my policies. Taking action in a innapropriate ways, on your on initiative will have very dire results. My eyes are everywhere. I honour my committments.

By my hand, this day, aboard Leviathan
Ishmael
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« Reply #10 on: March 15, 2007, 05:58:27 am »

From your lips to my ears.

At least until it comes time to stab you in the back
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« Reply #11 on: March 16, 2007, 02:59:03 am »

From your lips to my ears.

At least until it comes time to stab you in the back

That my friend, I believe is called treason...
But onward with this.
I think I may be catching on to your interesting way of speaking in code.

Tip o' the hat,
             Mr. Shank
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« Reply #12 on: March 16, 2007, 10:08:49 pm »

From your lips to my ears.

At least until it comes time to stab you in the back

That my friend, I believe is called treason...
But onward with this.
I think I may be catching on to your interesting way of speaking in code.

Then it is time to switch to Variant B forewith!!
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« Reply #13 on: March 20, 2007, 05:50:05 am »

Kiskolou followed the courier's ship back to the Leviathan. It was quite the ship, much larger than the U.S.S Airkraken. The sheer size of the thing intimidated Kiskolou, as an ominous sense of dark dealings came over him. He shook these off, however, since the welfare of Cumulipolis was much more important than a silly feeling. Against his better judgement, Kisko cautiously piloted his ship to the ports on Leviathan.
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HAC
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« Reply #14 on: March 21, 2007, 01:09:36 am »

kiskalou's ship is guided into one of the bays in Leviathan's cavernous docking bay. Once the steam grapples have secured
her, a gangway is extended to meet her rail.
  Captain  kiskalou descends, not knowing what to expect by way of a reception. He is surprised, when he is met by a swarthy
full bearded man in  a grey silk morning suit, but with a red turban and cummerbund . This fellow is accompanied by six, of what
surely must be Leviathan's Marines. They form a line either side of an the gangway's end, and as kiskaolu steps off, they snap
to attention and present arms with a crash of stamping boots, as a bosun's whistle pipes out the call welcoming an officer
aboard.  Kiskalou cannot help but notice, that their weapons are oddly ornate and impressive. He returns their greeting with a
salute, and walks towards the man who is obviously his escort.

  "Ah, my dear Captain Kiskalou, Salaaam and welcome aboard Leviathan. My name is Ismet, and I am you guide for the moment. I
trust our little honour guard did not alarm you.?"

 "Not alarmed, Mr. Ismet, but surprised, and I could not help but notice the odd weaponry they carry. At any rate, I thank you
for your welcome. I say, this is rather a big vessel, is it not?"

  "Ah, it would be unseemly to greet an invited guest with the implied threat of lethal weapons. My Master is most insistant on
the laws of hospitality. And my dear kiskalou, those are parade weapons, not combative ones, still, they shine most prettily... and are most impressive, are they not?"

  With that, Ismet gives a hand sign, and the Marines crash to attention, and at the command of their mustachioed Sergeant,
turn and march off. As he passes, the sergeant gives kiskalou a quick smile, and a knowing wink.

  "Well, then, my dear kiskalou, would you care to wash the dust of travel from you hands and face, and be refreshed?" Ismet
snaps his fingers, and a crewman appears, carrying a silver tray with a bowl of rose-scented warm water  and fine cotton towels.
Kisaklou hesitates, then realizing that this must be part of a formal welcoming ritual, accepts, and washes, albeit gingerly.

 "Ah, excellent, shall we not proceed to meet my master?"suggests Ismet. "You are, I believe the first member of the Councils,
indeed, of any ah, outside powers, to see him face to face, in many a year. He does you a singular honour. This way, as you
please"

  "Are you a military man, Mr.Ismet", asks kiskalou.

 "Oh, my no, I am what you could call a protocol officer, although as I am often called upon to preside over our Marines at
functions, I hold the honorary rank of rissaldar in their Company."

 Ismet gestures towards a door, which is opened for them as they approach,. They step through, and kiskalou is amazed  by the
contrast from the hard light and bare steel of the docking bays. In these corridors, the light is bright, but subdued, and
there is wood paneled wainscotting on the walls. The light is bright, but not harsh, provided by ornate wall sconces and
overhead fixtures. The air is fresh, and there is a very slight breeze, evidence of sophisticated ventilation equipment.
 The atmosphere is one of a gentlemans luxury yacht, not a mighty warship. Yet, the signs were there, every ten yards or so,
powered steel watertight doors stood ready to close should the need arise. On the passageway ceilings kiskolou could make out
the openings for nozzles, prettily concealed behind ornamental grate-work, for fire extinguishing.
  They carried on, taking several lifts and turns. kiskolou noted Marine sentries at certain lifts, and on asking  was told that
"even with invited guests, the wise man will guard his secrets". They continue, and kiskolou cannot help but notice that the crew
are well dressed, well fed, and obviously pleased with their lot  - "a happy ship" in terms his acquaintances in the Navy of old would use.
  Eventually the reached a large wooden and brass double door. Ismet pulls a bell cord, the doors swing open and kiskolou was
ushered in.
Kiskolou was stunned by the richness of the room, Oriental rugs and tapestries, rich mahogany walls, one wall completely taken
up by library shelving, potted plants, and furniture that would rival that of any continental palace. The effect was as though
he had walked into a a very exclusive reading room in a very exclusive gentlemans club. There was a soft noise, and the curtains
along one wall parted. They revealed a window that was the  wall, and the view of the expanse of the sea below, and the sky
above was exquisite. He could not help but walk to the window and look out.
 
From behind him, a voice said "Impressive is it not, I never tire of looking at the sea"

 Kiskolou turned and saw the man known to the world as Ishmael. He saw a man of possibly 50, immaculately groomed, dressed in
a black silk suit, elegantly tailored. On his right hand a gold ring, with a black star sapphire, gold watch chains on his vest.
A man with a lean aquiline face, with a full beard and sidewhiskers, trimmed short in the Eastern style. Above all a pair of
the most piercing grey eyes kiskolou had ever seen, They seemed to read his soul, and seemed pleased with what they saw.
Ishmael was standing at his desk, and on the wall behind that desk was a large map, with markers of varying colours. at
intervals a mechanical arm would extend from a slot in the ceiling above, and adjust the position of a marker.

 "My dear kiskolou, please be seated, May I offer you refreshment? Tea perhaps, Assam Black, my own blend, or coffee from
Sumatran beans, or perhaps a glass, of port or sherry?. Although I do not, myself, drink, I have a fine selection of vintages"

 kiskolou decides tea, and his choice, is met with a broad smile.

 "Excellent, one moment then" Ishmael pulls a bell cord.

"I see you were admiring my window, and I see that you are wondering, how can all this" he gestures to the room around "be on a
warship. Make no mistake, my dear kiskolou, this is a ship of war, and one most puissant. But I can see no need why elegance and
good taste should not prevail. There is, steel beneath all this, what is that saying your peoples have ? Ah, yes, "an iron fist
in a velvet glove". The analogy is apt, as this is, after all, MY ship. That window, pretty as it may be, is hewn from one solid piece of
rock crystal, and is two of your inches thick. If need arise, duralloy shutters can cover it completely
from the outside, making it one piece with the hull.  But that is a digression. Ah, I see our tea has arrived."

  Two servants glide in, one carrying a silver tea service with two cups, and the other a tray of assorted fruits, biscuits and
cheeses. They serve tea and withdraw.
  After a short while, Ishmael continues.

 "And so to the crux of things. My dear kiskolou, firts, though I must  allay your fears, I do not bear you or your council ill will, so
put aside that worried countenance. I see that the alliance I ACCEPTED, and note that word, ACCEPTED, with P.I.R.A.T.E.S causes
you distrust. I assure you, that alliance is not a thing to cause your worry, Indeed, its serves my purposes more than it does
theirs. Their actions are their own, and I may or may not support, them, as I choose, but, know this, as man of honour, I cannot play them false. Remember, I serve no man but myself, and my first allegiance is to my League, my band of followers.
 Indeed, I bear none of the Counclis ill, save that they do not interfere with my works, or my plans. This is why I ask of you a pact of mutual non-agression, a pact between friends, not an alliance between powers. My offer of aid stands, and I will tell you now that you are here, where no outsider has been, that I choose to aid your member-state, as I have known too well poverty, plague and famine, and will not see innocents suffer, by all that
is holy to me! I ask you to consider this and sign my pact, for it will not only bind us to non-aggression, but it will allow you, should the need arise , to seek my counsel and aid. Know that I have seen strange things in the Western Sea, and I feel that there is some evil there that we do not yet know of. I mean to seek out its source and intent, if I can, and I cannot afford to have  my resources split, by way of having to, ah, as your people say "Watch my back".  I extend to you the hand of peace, will you accept? But while you decide, I see you notice my Chartographic Compiler. Let me explain, with it I can track all my vessels, by way of the Aetheric Insponders aboard them. It can also show the positions of those, objects of interest, my scout
vessels can track. It is a work of art, is it not? But then, I most likely tire you with my prattling, you, after all have a
decision to make. I shall leave you here, in this most comfortable of rooms. When you have decided, push that button there,
once, and I will return to attend you"

 Ishmael bows, and disapperas behind a curtain, The softest of door noises is heard..

kiskolou sips his tea, and thinks.
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« Reply #15 on: March 23, 2007, 03:03:11 am »

Kiskalous is startled when Ishmael steps back into the room.
 "My dear kiskalou, I fear you may be my guest a while yet. I have just received a message from my agent at Salvage. There has been an accident, and fire rages along her docks. We go to aid. I will ensure your ship is secure, and your crew cared for. Ismet will be along shortly to attend to you and will show you to some more salubrious quarters."
 Ihsmael bows, and pulls a bell cord, and a uniformed aide enters. Ishmael stares at his Chartographic Compiler, and asks:
"The lighters and support vessels, are they in their docks?, Good, secure them for a flight at flank speed. Have a League trade vessel readied with emergency supplies, and coursed for Salvage, again at flank speed, eventhough she cannot keep apace, she will be needed.  At once to the helm, I will direct from there"  Ishmael pulls aside a curtain revealing a speaking tube.
He speaks a few words, and then bowing to kiskalou, leaves the room.
 Kisklaou sits astonished, and through the soles of his feet, even through the thick carpets, feels a deep powerful humming, a low sonourous vibration, just at the edge of feeling. Vast engines are throttling up, and he feels the ship begin to move. As he looks towards the window, he sees the duralloy shutters slide closed. He wonders just how fast a ship this vast, a ship that swallowed up the Air-kraken as if it were a toy can move. He is about to find out.
 At that moment Ismet enters:
"Ah my dear kiskalou, I applogize on behalf of my master for the unexpected stay, but as you see, needs must. This way sir, dinner, and entertainments await. A room and fresh cloting as well as all you require are prepared for you. I am to be at your call"

Ismet takes kiskalou by the arm, and leads him out.. The tea cups, cold now, rattled on their tray.

 
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« Reply #16 on: March 25, 2007, 04:24:04 am »

Ismet led Kiskolou across the deck of the Accelerating Leviathan, and into the dining room. He felt quite awkward, abandoned by his host in the middle of  was felt to be a very important dealing. The size of the room he was brought to accentuated the effect. Kiskolou sat at the head of an extremely long table, and surveyed a portrait of some seemingly-important person on the wall. Ismet had left him, presumably going to the dirigible's chefs, so there was no-one else to keep Kiskolou company. He watched as his tableware vibrated with the engines of the ship. What could have granted such a huge Zeppelin as this such speed?  Certainly not steam. Electricity was more likely, but still very unpractical. The kindness of Ishmael should have comforted Kiskolou, but it didn't. The manner of the man felt like a facade. There certainly was something hidden, some secret that everyone on the ship but Kiskolou knew. The fact that his own ship was locked up did not help. He began to believe he was forgotten when the Large chamber doors began to open.
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« Reply #17 on: March 25, 2007, 05:15:03 am »

Ishmael entered and bowed..
 "my dear kiskalou, we are at Salvage, I have extinguished the fires, and am preparing to assist in clearing the debris on the docks, and provide security as needed.  I have taken the liberty of refueling and restocking your ship as a small repayment for the unexpected trip.
I would ask if you are willing to accept my offer of a pact? I would offer alliance as well, and as for the food, and supplies for you famined city state, I have decided it matters not whether you accept or no, I will send the aid no matter what you decide. In fact, it is even as we speak en route.
 I see you do still not trust me. What can I do to allay your suspcisions? I have said that I bear the Councils no ill wil, and that is now  true. My destiny is with those unknown evils in the Western Sea. This I feel to be true.  My heart has changed since I discovered their presence, and I strive to do what good I can while I have breath and resources still at hand.  I fear what is to come.
 Still, I would value your friendship.  I offer you the choice, and if you cannot in good conscience sign then you are free to go, at your leisure, with a fully restocked ship. If you care to tarry a while, would it amuse you for me to show you the secrets of Leviathan?"


 
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« Reply #18 on: March 25, 2007, 07:34:54 am »

Kiskolou felt a tinge of embarrassment. Was it that easy to notice his suspicions? He blushed, turning towards the portrait to hide this. Those suspicions were almost gone however. Ishmael not only offered alliegance, but wished to help Cumulipolis even without one. And now he offered to relay the working of his amazing ship!  Kiskolou turned back around, and smiled. " Very well, i accept your request! We are now allies. I must say however, that we are already allies of OBSCURE, and if you become hostile to them, i will refute our alliance. But i do not expect such, and therefore am glad that you have given me such an opportunity as this. Oh, and about the workings of the Laviathen, i would very much like to see them! Before i founded UFAS, i was a mechanic on Levitan, and i still have a fond spot for Technology."
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« Reply #19 on: March 25, 2007, 05:54:06 pm »

Ishmale smiles.
"Ah, my dear kiskalou, I am honored that we have an alliance' I will not cause you to berak it or foreswear you previous treaties. However, should other of your allies play you false, you will find me a great aid.
 I have another gust to attend to, and a matter of which I must take heed. Allow me therefore to give you the freedom of the ship, and I will gladly show her to you, myself as time permits. Woudl you care to inspect yopur ship? I have taken the liberty of restocking and refueling her, and my mechanics have pointed out a few ares that, shoudl you wish, I can certainly improve for you."
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« Reply #20 on: March 26, 2007, 12:38:08 am »

(Captain Grey, of P.I.R.A.T.E.S., now crossing over from the Salvage thread)

Upon receiving the news about her balloon, Grey was devastated. It was never the best ship, but it had been good to her through the... was it years now? Nevertheless, what had happened had happened, and all she could do was wait while repairs were done, she supposed. She caught Rakhoum before he left, and explained that she would like a ship of similar size and function, in the meantime.

She brought her attention to Permelia, who now stood at her side. By appearance, she was a few years older than Grey, though in all likelihood, she was probably younger. She was very tidy in her uniform dress, with her waved hair pinned carefully in place. In contrast, Grey's clothing was wrinkled and loosely worn, and could probably stand some mending, and her short, curly hair needed combing.

Permelia smiled and extended her hand. "As the Master said, I am Captain Throckmorton, though you may call me Permelia. You are Captain Grey, correct? What would you prefer I address you as?"

Grey reluctantly accepted the handshake. "They call me the Luminous Grey, though most use 'Grey' for short. That or 'Captain Grey' will be fine." Truth be told, she got a bit of an egotistic rush from being called "Captain."

"Well then, Miss Grey, would you like a tour of the Leviathan? I'm sure you've noticed, but she is a truly remarkable ship, nothing else like her."

Grey frowned and sighed, "Truth be told, Miss Permelia, I usually am not too fond of the company of other women. I'll play along and let you keep an eye on me, but don't expect too much."

Permelia smiled again. It was rather annoying, actually. "I assure you, Miss Grey," she said, "I am no ordinary woman. Not that I like to brag, but at 22 I am already an accomplished pilot. And despite what you may think, I am not here to watch over you. The Master merely thought you might grow lonely in the time you're here. If he didn't trust you, I doubt he would have allowed you on the ship in the first place."

So she was younger than Grey. No matter, it seemed she was stuck with her now. "So Miss Permelia," said Grey, "Who else is on the Leviathan right now? Anyone interesting? I saw a lot of ships in the docking bay."

"Interesting?" She thought a moment. "I don't suppose so... Oh right. I'd heard that Mr. Kiskolou of the United Federation of Air-States was on board now. Other than that, no one of particular interest."

"UFAS..." Grey muttered, a twinge of hostility in her voice. She remembered how this same Kiskolou had retracted his offer of alliance with P.I.R.A.T.E.S., and the blow it had been to Admiral Etherington's pride. What could that man, an enemy, be doing here, on the ship of an ally?

Permelia must have noticed the animosity in Grey's dark eyes, as she placed a hand on her shoulder and looked at her sternly. "I'll have you keep in mind, Miss Grey, that the Master does not allow fighting on his ship. If you have a conflict to settle, please take care of it some other time."

It was Grey's turn to smile. "Why Miss Permelia, why would you ever think to worry about something like that? I'll be completely civil while aboard the Leviathan, you have my word. So then, how about that tour? What exactly is there to do around here?"

If she had to put up with Permelia for a while, she may as well at least attempt to be pleasant, though she still got the feeling that Captain Throckmorton was there as more than a companion...
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« Reply #21 on: March 26, 2007, 01:34:33 am »

As the two Captains were walking, they rounded a corner and found Rhakoum coming towards them.
"Ah, excellent, the very one I wished  to see. Permelai, allow me to take Captain Grey from you for a while,
I need to talk to her about her new ship, and the accoutrement it will require. I will gladly show her the wonders of
Leviathan"
Permelia, smiles, and nods, what can she do but agree with one many times her senior?

Rhakoum waits until she has gone and continues.

"It would be proper for me to introduce myself,  I am Rhakoum, senior pilot for Ishmael. I have known my Master for many years, since the day he found me and saved me from slow, lingering death at the hands off the Ottoman Sultan Turani Bey.  I have seen many things
in my life and lved to tell of them. Perhaps after we see to your new ship design, I can regale you with tales of my misadventures"
He smiles, the  grin seeming to light up the corridor.

"So shall we walk on?  I see you were asking Permelia about events on Leviathan. I will give you, to the best of my meager abilities, a
summary. You are of a Council allied to my Master, and you have seen him face to face, a singular honour. Therefore he must trust you.
As senior pilot I am his confidant and advisor as needed, and as we are old friends bonded through peril, there are no secrets between us..  Thus - My Master has left Leviathan for now. Lord Chancellor Ottens requested a meeting with him. Fear no, my Master has with him some of his Elites, and the inestimable Captain Louca.  An armed patrol raider manned by Marines, and my best pilot was his transport. There is as you may be aware a mr.kiskalou of the UFGAS aboard. No, no, do not look like that. My master has first alliance with your Council and will not play you false. He merely wished and agreement of non-agression from UFAS, as he  does not wish to have to worry about having to face multiple fronts in the future.  We have seen forboding things in the far reaches of the Western Sea, and Master sees his destiny there, facing whatever evil it may be.
 But I prattle on, come let me show you to the shipyards, where we can discuss your new vessel. After that I will show you Leviathan, and would be delighted to entertain you with tales of adventuire and daring, by me, of course" 
 Rhakoum laughs at that, a great booming laugh.. "Of course, they may not have been all that daring, but who, in telling a story does not
add little exaggerations for the sake of entertainment"  Another grin.
"So let us go, then. If I may take your arm, and how shall I call you? I am but Rhakoum, and would be honored if you would address me as such"

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« Reply #22 on: March 26, 2007, 04:56:50 pm »

This Rhakoum was quite the charmer, wasn't he? Despite his years, he had the vitality of a much younger man. Glad to be rid of Permelia for the moment, Grey allowed him to take her arm. She preferred independence, but it was rather comforting to be treated as a lady once in a while.

"All right then, Rhakoum. You may call me simply, Grey." She smiled politely and was pleased to see him do the same.

As they walked, he gave few details on her replacement ship. It was another sort of balloon, supposedly, as that was what she was used to piloting. Other than that, he told her that she would see it when they got there. Instead, he explained more to her about the Leviathan. As it seemed, Rhakoum was a man who liked to talk. Though all that he said was fascinating, her attention wavered on occasion, and a few things occured to her.

"Sorry to interrupt, Rhakoum, but what's being done with my chest?"

He seemed puzzled. "Your chest?"

"Yes. Back on the Blue, I had a large chest, full of my belongings. I'd like to know if it's being taken proper care of."

"Ah, not to worry, Miss Grey. It has already been taken to your quarters."

"Oh. Very well then." She smiled, but then remembered something else more pressing. "Rhakoum," she said suspiciously. "You'd mentioned that Captain Ishmael made an agreement of non-agression with UFAS. Is that a two-way agreement? That is, does that also mean that the League of Ishmael will not act against UFAS? He's given his word to us P.I.R.A.T.E.S. that should UFAS take action against us..."

Rhakoum stopped and gave her a troubled look, cutting her off. "I am truly sorry Miss Grey, but that is a matter for another time. I would love to explain that matter to you, but I think it is best if we wait for my Master to return." Grey sighed, but let it go for now. "But yes, where was I...?"
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« Reply #23 on: March 27, 2007, 12:03:04 am »

Ishmael's raider lands at Leviathan's docks, and is met by Captain Louca.
"heard you?" asks Ishmael
'Master, I did, and even now my agents look to determine how far OBSCURE progresses with their newfound power. Shall I endeavour
to locate their stronghold?"
"For now, not directly, but ensure that all information we sift from the world is checked most carefully. I would know at once, even the slightest scrap of information. Now Captain, if your staff would be so good as to inspect my craft for any devices that may have been secreted upon her. If there is doubt, tow her out 200 yards and destroy her utterly. I will be in my drawing room in one half of one hour. Have Ismet meet me there. As well, I would seek with Captain Grey with some urgency. Have Rhakoum bring her to the drawing room as well. I may need her assistance in some small matters"
"At once, my Master" Louca turns and gestures to his specialists "Check the boat at once, as your life depends on it, Any sign of tampering that we cannot undo, we destroy her"
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« Reply #24 on: March 29, 2007, 04:43:46 am »

Octavius glanced at the gentlemen before him, most notably this Captain...ah, yes! Louca. He was always the weary traveler, especially when in the company of such a man of power. Speaking to Captain Louca "Sir, I do not wish to know why I was summoned, yet. Nor, do I wish to know the exact whereabouts of my captain. I have faith that she is well. However, why now? I am sure he has noticed what my Master had. He must be preparing for something of great size. I am honored to finally meet such a man. I have heard much through various channels, including my Master. Most speak highly of him. Some say he's mad." Octavius smiled, a slightly off-putting grin. "I feel all those who question, seek knowledge, and pursue wisdom are considered mad. When Ishmael wishes to speak with me, I shall be ready. I am curious as to know the specifics of this meeting."

Captain Louca looked at him, "Indeed, Mr. Granville, my Master is considered one of the greatest minds in the world. However, his research and his reputation precedes him. Fact, my Master is not the mad scientist he is most commonly portrayed as. I do not personally know the specifics of this encounter, as he wishes to divulge such information to you personally." Noticing Octavius has checked to ensure he is still in possession of his weapon, and other items, "do not worry, Sir, we have no distrust, nor do we wish any disrespect. You shall keep all your belongings, including that strange mode of transport you have devised. Indeed, my Master was correct. You are quite the inventor, Mr. Granville."

Octavius smiled, and pulled his pipe from his bag. "If you do not mind, I would like a smoke." The captain nods, Octavius packs a bowl of fine tobacco, lights it slowly, and puffs away. "Ahh...suits me well just now."
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