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Author Topic: Archived:The LEAGUE of ISHMAEL  (Read 8810 times)
Luminous Grey
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« Reply #25 on: March 29, 2007, 01:10:18 pm »

Rhakoum and Grey had scarcely reached the shipyard when one of Ishmael's lackeys interrupted their conversation.

"Rhakoum," he said, "The Master wishes to speak to Captain Grey, right away. Please take her to see him in the Drawing Room."

Grey protested. "I still need to see my ship. Why now?"

"I do apologize, Miss, but the Master said it was something urgent. The Master is known for his efficiency, so I doubt he will take up very much of your time. Please forgive te intrusion."

She sighed and looked to her guide. Rhakoum gave a slight shrug and an apologetic look. She nodded sullenly and turned around, still allowing Rhakoum to hold her arm. The ship could wait, for now. Neither of them said anything about it, but Rhakoum continued his stories. This one was about a particularly perilous flight he had taken while in the Far East. Fascinating as it was, Grey was distracted. What could it be that Ishmael needed now? The secrecy was starting to become bothersome.

After not too long, they reached the drawing room. Now to wait and see what this was about...
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« Reply #26 on: March 29, 2007, 10:13:25 pm »

Captain Grey is ushered into the Drawing Room.
Ishmael is studying some documents, and at her entrance looks up.
"Ah, Captain Grey, do sit down. I apologize for intruding on your time, but there are matters I must speak to you of.
I have met with Lord Chancellor Ottens of OBSCURE, and he had revelations for me that change the balance of things.
Know that he is nigh on posessing the same phlogistonic weapons of destruction that I do.  I was asked to enter not
into an allaince, but a mutual non-agression pact. This pact in essence forbids his direct attack or action against me, and mine against him.  To that end, I called you here as the senior member of P.I.R.A.T.E.S available to me at this time. I mean to strengthen my allaince with you. I cannot act against Ottens, nor he me, but I feel that there must be a balance maintained. To that end I offer your Council
more than haven. I offer them the means to be a balance against OBSURE and his alliances.
 I will provide technology and supplies, men and ships, if need be. I hold our Alliance to be strong, and will not see your Council imperiled.
Through "gifts" to a partner, a abrogate no pact. In a similar vein, you and your council need not worrry about my no-agression pact with UFAS, that is of the same nature, neither party may directly act against the other. I am obliged to give them nothing but inaction.

I see that your new ship is nearly ready, but I have an offer. Would you care to command more than what you did? I offer you a hunter-ship, armed and able, with a full crew, yours to possess fully and command, should you so wish.  Take it alone, or with your vessel, as you desire. 
  I grant you full and unlimited access to Leviathan and her resources. This surety extends as well to all members of your Council."
Know also, that your friend Mr.Granville should be aboard Leviathan, perhaps even as we speak. I have invited him to discuss matters of science, and to make him an offer that could prove mutually beneficial, to not only him, but your Council as well, and of course, my own League.  Of course, you can meet with him at your leisure, you have free run of my ship.
Ishmael pauses...
" Ah, one more thing, it would help if you had some rank here in the League. Therefore, I grant you the rank and privilege of Captain-Pilot in the League, as well as rissaldar of Marines. Those titles will prevent, ah, any difficulties. To ensure they meet my political obligations, those ranks are official, only on Leviathan or any of her vessels or sovereign territories."
"There you have it Captain Grey. If there is anything you require, please, ask. I would also ask if there are any others of your Council
present at Salvage who may require assitance or aid, if so, please communicate to them, and I will provide. I will not delay you any further, think on your answer, and make it known to me as you will."





 
 

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« Reply #27 on: March 29, 2007, 10:22:57 pm »

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."
The raider docks, the pilot easing her into the slip with a delicate hand, eager not to jar his passengers.
Louca leads Octavius down the gangway, where he is met by an honour guard of Marines, several cargo handlers , and the ubiquitous Ismet.
"Ah Louca, well met my brother, Salaam and shabash on bringing our guest aboard"
Ismet greets Ocatvius.
"My Master speaks highly of you. I have a suite of rooms prepared for you, complete wth worskhop and library. I trust these will be satisfactory.
But first, welcome and welcome! 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.
Octavious oushesitates, then realizing that this must be part of a formal welcoming ritual, accepts, and washes.
"And now my dear sir, allow me to escort you to your suite. My Master will attend you at your leisure"
Octavious is escorted through the docking bays, and to his suite..
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« Reply #28 on: March 30, 2007, 02:39:12 am »

Upon entering the suite, Octavius was greeted by a room the likes of which he had never seen. Walking forward, the workshop was complete, far surpassing anything he had ever used. The library had a vast collection tailored for a man of his life and work. Indeed, it was a very fine area to stay. Octavius sat down on a large chair. "Pardon me, Sir. If you do not mind, I wish to have some time to myself?" Standing, he leaned the vehicle on a far wall in the workshop area. Sitting back down, Louca bowed, exited, and closed the doors. Octavius walked into the bedroom, hid his personal possessions, and entered the washroom, cleaning up, getting ready for a restful night.
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« Reply #29 on: March 30, 2007, 11:48:25 pm »

This was... all so much to take in at once. Grey was flabbergasted. Never before had she been offered so much, in all her life. "Forgive me, Mister Ishmael, but, I may need more than a while to think on this." He nodded. Rhakoum helped her back to her room. All the while her head was spinning.

When he left, she plopped down on the bed, then lay back, staring at the ceiling. "Captain-Pilot Grey," she said to herself, "Rissaldar Grey. Respected leader of her very own crew. They always said she couldn't do it, but look at her now. Where are those who told her to give up her dreams?" She chuckled and turned onto her side, sighing. "That just isn't me, is it? I'm no captain. I don't even know how I'd command that many people. Perhaps I should decline the offer..."

The hunter ship aside, there was the matter of her personal ship. With all this talk of new vessels, it appeared Ishmael would be making no effort to repair the Vaporous Blue. Granted, there were better ships than the Blue. There were much better ships, in fact. However, it held high sentimental value for her. She and that balloon had been through just about everything together. She felt a pang of sentimental regret in her stomach when realized she might be parted from her ship indefinately.

As she lay on the bed, thinking, there was a light knock on the door. "Who is it?" she called.

"It is I, Permelia, Miss Grey," said a voice from the other side. "May I come in?"

Grey thought a moment, then sighed. "The door is already unlocked." She sat up, and straightened her clothing. Not that she particularly cared, but she'd rather not look completely untidy before the young woman.

Permelia came through the door with a small bundle, which she set down on the desk. "I hope you don't mind, Miss Grey, but I thought I would check up on you. Rhakoum told me you seemed a little unwell."

"Did he now?" She moved to the edge of the bed, and Permelia sat in a chair across from her. "I'm all right, I suppose."

Permelia gave that much too pleasant, irritating smile. "I heard about your new position. Congratulations, Captain-Pilot Grey. I'm a little jealous, almost. I had to work hard to get to where I am, and here you are, doing well for yourself without even trying."

Her tone confused Grey. Was she trying to be nice? "Well," said Grey, "Never mind that. What is that you put over there?"

"Ah. Those are some of my old clothes. They are in very good condition, but they're a little too small for me." What was she trying to suggest? "Don't be offended, Miss Grey, but it seemed to me you could use some new items for your wardrobe."

"What?"

"If you wish, I'll take them back. I just thought you'd like something else to wear."

Grey glared at her, but sighed and let it go. The girl was simply trying to be nice. "It's fine, just leave it."

Permelia nodded and rose. "Well then, Miss Grey, let me know if they don't fit you. Any footman can find me, but if you'd like to come yourself, my quarters are in Corridor F, room 15."

With that she was gone. Grey walked to the desk and looked through the immaculately folded garments. There were a few off-putting skirts, but there was a nice pair of blue trousers, as well as several nice blouses and a few scarves. Upon trying them, Grey found they fit rather well. The trousers were a little snug, but comfortable, and the blouse hung loosely. No, Permelia was not a bad person, just a little presumptuous.

However, that still hadn't made her decision for her. She stepped out into the hall and caught someone passing by. "Excuse me," she said, "But can you help me find a Mr. Granville? Oliver Granville, I believe. No sorry, that's Octavius. Octavius Granville. He should be on the ship right now."

She was told where he was, but that he wished to be alone. Surely, though, he could spare a minute or two. It was not much of a walk to the room. She looked about the area, then rapped on the door. "Mr. Granville, it's me, Captain Grey. Do you have a moment? I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
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« Reply #30 on: March 31, 2007, 12:56:02 am »

aboard Leviathan

Ismhmale and kiskalous walk along the corridors, finally returning to the room where they first met.

"So my dear kiskalou, you have seen my ship, as promised, and your supposition of electricity being one of its means of power was quite correct, although my electricity, like that of the man who taught me of it, is not everyone's electricity.
 So, there you have it, and our business at hand seems to be well concluded. I have word that the tarde ships of relief supplies arrvied and  the state of affairs in that city seem to be improving. Therefore, I should tell you, that your ship has been restocked and refueled, and you may take your leave at any time. Should you require an escort to UFAS territories, simply mention it to Rhakoum"
Ishmael bows, and thenoffers his hand. kiskalou takes it.
"One last thing then, as a token of my appreciation, and as a small recompense for your unexpected journey"
Ishamel brings out a small wooden box.
"Take this, it is a watch, and more.  Not only does this pocket watch keep perfect time, but open the cover on the back, and you have an accurate and perpetually updating map of the constellations to guide you"
 Kiskalou accepts and bows. he turns and is escorted by a crewman to the docks.

Ishmael speaks into a speaking tube. Rhakoum and Ismet enter.
"Rahkoum, do you think that Captain Grey will accept my vessels? I ask, as you have the most time with her of any of the crew"
"My Master, I do not know, I feel that hse is , as a pilot often iss, atytached to her old ship, I know that myself, often wish I were aboard my old
"Swift Sword", but alas, that will never be again. Howbeit, I may have news there.  The engineers, while  moving her vessel to the yards, found that she may she have more life in her than we mayhap had thought. The frame is unbent, and the balloon braces, and yardarms are yet sound. A new hull, and liftbag, some new engines and power sources, and perhaps some work to armour and weaponry, and that ship could be yeat again a fair vessel, albeit with a few more teeth for the surpires of the unwary. A far as the hunter ship, perhaps she feels unconfident, but I have seen her make a decsion and fly by it with great skill and pluck, It was no mean feat for her to escape the docks. I feel, that all she would need to eb an able leader of a crew, would be a little guidance and instruction. She has the resepct of a good many of our pilots, though she does not know it"
 Ishmael strokes his beard, and thinks..
"Very well, hear this then, rebuild her vessel. Preserve what you can, and see to it that her looks are maintained as can be. But under that skin, lay in armour, and behind those bulwarks lay in some teeth. Equip her gondola with our navigation and communcations equipment.  The balloon, remake and seal with Goldbeaters oil, fit it with self-sealing fabric. Fit Edison devices for the replenishment of lift gas, and a phlogonistic fire supression device. I would have this ship fast, tough, and deadly. Make it look as it was, but make it a raider in trader's guise. Do this, and tell her not, until it is done, I am not to old to enjoy a surprise. I think we may make a leader of Captain Grey yet, there is iron in her that, perhaps with some help from us can become steel!"
 Rhakoum laughs and slaps his thigh in merriment. "It shall be done, and most handsomely too, my Master"
He heads off to meet with the yard engineers, grinning  and whistling as he goes.
 

Ishamel picks up the speaking tube..
" My compliments to Mr. Granville, and ask him to attend me at his leisure. Tell me of the time, and I will be at hand"

Ishmael sits at his desk, opens a drawer, and toys with a golden cylinder. "I would see what Mr.Granville can make of this" he sys, and then puts the object away.

 "Ismet, I would have our inventive guest given access to our laboratories and workshops. See he has no need unmet. Take him this..."
Ishmael removes a book from the lbrary wall..
"This contains the notes of Nemo. There are some in there I am sure he will find interesting, and it is in Nemo's own hand. Present it to him as some light reading, with my compliments"
 "I will see to it with my own hands, Master"
Ismet turns and leaves, carrying with him the precious volume.

 

 
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« Reply #31 on: March 31, 2007, 01:52:02 am »

Octavius heard a familiar voice, though muffled, through the doors of his suite. He sprang to life. "Captain!" He exclaimed, throwing open the doors. "Have you fared well? I have heard of the events that transpired." Octavius' head moved down, his shoulders slumped. "I am sorry, Miss Grey. If it were not for me....I should not have run off in such a manner. I do apologize. I hold myself personally responsible for the Blue's destruction."

Octavius sat down, as his captain entered the room, and stood there, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Granville, I beg your pardon. May I enter?" Octavius knew not who it was. "Yes, you may enter Sir." Bowing, Ismet said "Terribly sorry, Sir. My Master wished for you to have these two items." Placing the book of Nemo's notes on the desk, and the gold cylinder, Octavius face lit up. "Could this...no! Impossible! These....these were thought lost! Nemo's notes! The Captain Nemo! And Ishmael...thought to allow me access to read this? It is an honor, Sir. I shall look at the cylinder, I may know what it is. For now, I wish to speak with my captain."

Ismet spoke "My Master thought this would do for some light reading. He seems to be correct. I assume you would breeze through that quite speedily. He also said you may attend to him at your leisure. Pray make it a speedy meeting, as I am sure you both will have much to discuss. "Yes, I shall read these, and will attend to him before the end of this night. For now, Sir, I would appreciate some privacy with Miss Grey." "Now, my captain, I am sure we as well, have much to discuss. I do apologize for the intrusion." Octavius said, smiling once more, as he had a great deal to discuss.
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« Reply #32 on: March 31, 2007, 02:05:22 am »

Kiskolou Paused next to the U.S.S Airkraken. Ishmael was now certainly an ally, that was not arguable anymore. The charity he had shown in the past hours had gained Kiskolou's respect and then some. But there was someone on board Kiskolou did not trust whatsoever: Luminous Grey. The P.I.R.A.T.E had reason to dislike Kiskolou, he admitted that he was a bit rude in his refusal of their proposed treaty. But the other members of UFAS were disgusted at the very idea of an alliance with those rogues, and Kiskolou had to make sure that he kept his reputation with the counsel. And it wasn't as if he was hurting the reputation of the P.I.R.A.T.E, who had a not so flattering one already. But still, she made Kiskolou nervous. What deals could she be making with Ishmael? They had an alliance with Ishmael before kiskolou did, and if they attacked OBSCURE Ishmael would be bound to their side. Kiskolou motioned to one of his deck hands working on his airship. "Mr. Thatcher, please take the ship up, away from detection. Come back for me in about three hours." Thatcher was confused. "But sir-" But Kiskolou would have none of it. "I am your captain! do as i say!" The deckhand shrugged and started to get the ship ready for takeoff. What that pirate was agreeing to was important to the security of UFAS, and Kiskolou refused to let this chance go. He walked back away from the Airkraken, blending in with the crowd.     
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« Reply #33 on: March 31, 2007, 03:51:41 am »

Grey pulled up another chair, and sat near Octavius. There was a look of slight disappointment on her face. "Don't worry about the Blue. She was a beautiful ship, but, I suppose her time is over. We had our moments. And in any case, it wasn't your fault that that ship crashed, which was really the reason this all started.

"As for me... Don't look so mortified. It's just a bruise, a few minor cuts. I've been in worse shape. But as for other matters... There's something you'll be interested to know." Here she sighed, as she was prone to do lately. "Captain Ishmael has appointed me the titles of Captain-Pilot and rissaldar, in his League. He has offered me, if I so desire, a larger ship, and a full crew of my own. The question is, whether or not I want to accept." She hesitated. She was not used to sharing her self-doubt with others. Why start now? "Anyway, if I do accept, I'd like you to consider joining me. Of course, this would be a different set-up than what we originally had, but you're the most reliable partner I've had to date, and I've gone through my share.

"I'm sure the crew supplied by Captain Ishmael will be just fine, but I'd be honored if you'd join me, as a P.I.R.A.T.E."
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« Reply #34 on: March 31, 2007, 04:18:41 am »

Octavius froze. He had never been given such an offer. He was happily a member of the P.I.R.A.T.E.S. council. "Miss Grey, I think you should also know, that Ishmael has offered me a laboratory of my own, a workshop, any resource required, as well. I am quite unsure what to do myself. Sitting in a lab, while wonderful, is not for me." His eyes glistened, a rather wistful, far-off look could be seen in them. "I would rather travel far, than stay in an area. Miss Grey, no captain. I would gladly accept your offer, as your mechanic." He pulled a few puffs from his pipe, and sighed. "So long as I remain a member of P.I.R.A.T.E.S., I have no qualms with staying on." Octavius had spent a great deal of his more recent years studying, building, inventing, in a rather large facility his Master resided in. He would much rather go to new places, than not travel at all. Standing, Octavius removed a hand from his pocket, opening it, and moving it in the direction of Miss Grey. "So, I shall continue with my services. I shall join you. Now, though, I must read this book, and speak with Ishmael. If you would excuse me." Octavius walked into the workshop area of his suite, and sat in a chair, opening the book of Nemo's notes, beginning to devour the knowledge contained therein as a hungry animal devours his meal.
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« Reply #35 on: March 31, 2007, 07:08:06 am »

Grey smiled. With Mr. Granville's support, she felt a bit more secure in accepting the hunter ship, though she would not admit to it. Perhaps she really would make a good captain. Either way, it was time to leave him to his reading. She slipped out the door quietly. Her pride swelled a little, knowing that despite the options, Octavius had chosen to be part of her crew. Someone had actually chosen, over Ishmael's many resources, to travel with her. This day just kept becoming more and more amazing.

She began to walk back to her room. She yawned and stretched her arms. As she did though, she felt a sharp pain in her side, around her rib cage. She must have gotten a bit more damaged by getting thrown around than she'd thought. But no matter, she was resiliant. What did bother her though, was that she had the distinct feeling of being watched. She changed her course a bit, but the feeling shook. She was just being paranoid, that was all. She went to her room and locked the door, then found some night gown-looking item in Permelia's bundle, changed into it, and lay down for a well-deserved rest.
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« Reply #36 on: March 31, 2007, 07:45:12 am »

It had been an interesting day for Octavius. His captain had gained rank and vessel from Ishmael. He had read Nemo's notes. Quite interesting indeed. Closing the book, he looked over his own notes, that he had written while reading Nemo's. Extraordinary man, with great visions. He would adapt this knowledge, create things with it. Yawning, he checked  the chronograph on the wall. "Cogs! Quite the bit of time, I've spent reading this book. I suppose I shall speak with Ishmael after some rest." Octavius though. Moving his hands over the cylinder, he thought a moment. It could be.....No, how? No one should have known of the research done in Salvage. However, this..this was part of it. It had to be. Nothing else was designed in such a manner. Quickly, he moved to his bag, stowed in his pillow. Opening it, he attached the cylinder to his device. "A perfect fit. I don't understand.....After this is finished, I must speak with Dr. Kharbana again, this is quite a predicament. Ah, well. For now I must rest"

Octavius dragged himself to his bed, as he was quite tired. He rolled himself into the bed, closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep.
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« Reply #37 on: March 31, 2007, 03:59:32 pm »

Captain Louca was uneasy, he had this "feeling" that there was something not right on Leviathan. He sensed, more than knew that there was someone on  the vessel that should not be. He had heard that crew had seen "someone new" who appeared lost, and did not know the pass-signs, and was obviously trying to fit in.
  It could be one of the new crew, but Louca had been Master of Spies, and before that a top agent in his own right. He trusted his instincts.
He remembered his mother telling him of his birth, and how the old women, upon seeing his newborn eyes, had made the sign against evil, and left.
His childhood was different than most, he seemed to know what would happen before it did, and he had the gift of finding. He could find anything that was hidden or lost, and had made a fair bit of money for his family in their village. As an agent,a dn then a Master of Spies, he had naturally excelled.
He knew his feeling therefore was not something to be ignored. He wondered if this was something to do with the Masters talks with OBSCURE. He had gone over that ship with his crew, and had found nothing, still..
  Louca decided. He would arrange some discreet sweeps with his staff, and with his Masters persmission, would arrange a crew muster and roll call, just in case.  He knew all the places on Levitathan where one could hide, and those would be checked and sealed , this very day.
  "Do I chase a ghost?" he mused "I think not, for I feel it in my bones, that something is amiss."
He heads off down the main corridor thinking "How I love a good hunt"
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« Reply #38 on: April 01, 2007, 01:51:37 am »

Octavius stirred in his quarters. He felt uneasy. He knew not why. He had spent the day wandering the ship, looking around. Wandering back to his room, he wished to have his meeting. He would speak with Ishmael, if he were available. Walking toward the door, he pressed a button on the wall. A voice came through, clear, concise. "Yes, Mr. Granville? How may I assist you?" Shocked the voice knew him from pushing the button, he spoke "Yes, I would like to speak with Ishmael, if he were available. I shall be waiting here in the room assigned for me." The voice replied "Very well, Sir. I shall have your request sent to my Master post haste. You shall know your answer soon."

Octavius sat down, and read through some of the other books lining the walls of the library.
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« Reply #39 on: April 01, 2007, 02:11:55 am »

There is a knock at Octavius' door. By the chronometer on the wall, scarcely a half hour has passed.
He opens the door, expecting to find a crewmember to escort him, but no, there stands a man impeccably dressed, bearing a package before him.
 "Mr. Granville, I presume, may I come in?, I am Ishmael, and I have come to hear your reply to my offer, and discuss whatever else must be discussed. I am most curious as what you may have found out about the little toy I sent along"

Ishmael enters and places the package on a side table. he closes the door behind him, and says..
"Now that we have some privacy, shall we be seated, and talk as friends?"

Ishmael continues.
'I trust you have enjoyed the notes of Nemo. Indeed he was a learned man. but he could be a hard master. Enough of the past, though.
Let me tell you what I know of that cylinder I sent along for your inspection, and when I am done, I will glady hear your answers.
It was over a score of years ago, when I first heard of these objects. 'twas in a market in the old suk of Marrakesh, an alchemist was haggling with
a sailor for the purchase of one. The ruffian sought to rob the old alchemist, so I stepped forward and giving him a gold piece told him to begone.
I gave the object to the old man, and he insisted I share coffe with him. I followed him to his shop, a dark place in the inner mazes of the suk, and entered in. It was full of both wonderous objects and commonplace junk. We shared coffee and he tried to repay me for the object. I told him I would rather have knowledge than gold. He spun a woundrous tale about these having been made  by the "one who taught Nemo, before he had the gift of power". This intrigued me for I had studied under Nemo, and he had never mentioned these cylinders, nor had I ever seen on on his Nautilus. The old man pratteld on about these being parts of a greater object, but that they were scattered in the destruction of the first submersible, the one Nemo's master made and lost. teh old man called it "Leviathan" and said it was crafted in a secret place  now lost to mankind. He knew that these objects were lost in the sea, and that once assembled made an object of wondrous power and use. Indeed, my man Paracletus found this one amidst a pile of shelss and other detritus of the sea, sold as curios on Salvage. I have studied this mystery longtime, and have come to naught. That is why when I heard you were at Salvage, I decied to chance inviting you aboard. I have heard of your reputation, and my Captain Louca suggests that your Master, the great man, once knew and battled one of my old masters. If that is the case, and your master was that great man of intellect and observational skills, then, Sir, I envy you, for you have studied at the feet of one as great, or greater than those I have studied under.
 So, there you have the first part of my tale..  I would hear what you would say, and what you would say to my offer"




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« Reply #40 on: April 01, 2007, 02:44:08 am »

Octavius could not speak. Barely a sound passed his lips. He motioned for Ishmael to sit down. "You are Ishmael.THE Ishmael. The one who studied with the likes of Moriarty and Nemo. It is truly a great honor to be speaking with such a man in person, especially alone." Recomposing himself, Octavius returns to his normal calm, passive demeanor. "Yes, Sir. We do have a great deal to discuss. First, if you do not mind, I wish to have a smoke as we speak." Removing his calabash from his pocket, he packs some tobacco and lights it. Puffing away, "Now, I appreciate your offers. Also, thank you for allowing me to read Nemo's notes. Indeed, it was extremely interesting. Suffice it to say, I have a great appreciated your hospitality thus far. However, I will remain a member of P.I.R.A.T.E.S. If you were wishing to recruit me, that is. I have a great deal of respect for a like mind such as yourself, but must remain true to myself. I have agreed to stay with Miss Grey, as a member of her crew, and continue as a member of P.I.R.A.T.E.S. But I digress." Removing an object from his bag, he places it next to Ishmael. It looks like a black, elongated metal heart, with rivets lining the exterior, and a plate covered in rivets in the center. 4 pipe-like pieces are seen from out of the device. On one of them, is attached the gold cylinder. "I know not how, nor why this was acquired by you, or your League. I suspect it was on Salvage? Indeed, I deduced as much. The device I hold in my hand, shall revolutionize energy, and steam power!" Octavius motions his hands. "I do not know what to call it. However, what it does, is so incredibly simple, yet difficult simultaneously that I thought it impossible. Until, I found the person who was researching where I stopped. Now, this device will compress steam five times great, condensing it, then" Octavius shoots his hand forward "It shoots the steam out! At an accelerated rate far greater than what is currently known as 'possible'. You may ask what this means? I am quite sure an intelligent man such as yourself, Ishmael, can understand what I am conveying. This device will allow an engine adapted for it's use to power a ship longer, with less energy required. Less energy, less time, less work required on the engine. One of these could power a balloon or other small dirigible for quite some time. A few of these could power a large ship. Make one large enough, it could even power this titan of a vessel! Indeed, quite a wonderful invention. The doctor who worked on this did a remarkable job creating this, and it has exceeded expectations. I have even adapted it to smaller sizes. Alternatively, it could be used as a weapon, but I wish to keep it as a source of energy, not a means of destructive force." Puffing away at his pipe, Octavius rests, allowing Ishmael to examine his device.
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« Reply #41 on: April 01, 2007, 03:14:41 am »

Ishmael looks at the device with wonder..
"Indeed, it would seem to fit with what I had learned. But to business first.
"You know that my first and most important alliance is with P.I.R.A.T.E.S. and that would not ask you to foreswear your own alliance.
My offer was one of support and aid to another seeker of knowledge, and it still stands. I do not ask you to join my League. Indeed, I am pleased that you travel with Captain Grey. I have offered her much, and it pleases me to see that you will be there to temper her actions with wisdom. No, my dear sir, the offer stands as it is, a full laboratory and workshop is set aside for you on Leviathan, it is yours whenever you require. I would not seek to pin you down or hold you in any way against your will. If you need thses facilities, they will be here at your disposal.
 But first, a gift. I have here for you, the OTHER four volumes of Nemos writings. I feel that having read the first, which is yours to keep, as well, you would need the other four as well. I know them well, and I feel that this knowledge shoudl not be lost"
 Ishmael opens the package, and passes over four slim volumes, bound in fine leatehr, twins to the one Octavious has.
"I have here one other book for you. These are MY notes, on things I have discovered, and the secrets of my engines and devices, as well as those of Leviathan.  I would have you have them, as I have no-one lese to bequeath this knowledge to, and I would not have it lost. There are many things in this book that could be used for great good, and I see you are a man who could bring that good about.
I also gift you that cylinder, as you seem to have solved its mysteries right well.
 
I see the seeds of that evil in OBSCURE, and your COuncil was right to shun them. Sir Ottens is nigh on creating phlogonistic weapons,
and I feel that I am to blame, through my pride.

  I will tell you why I do these things, in confidance, man to man, and I would trust that you would keep my confidance.
In Captain Grey, I see what will be a great leader, and champion of the good against that evil..
I see that evil arising, and I see that she will be its downfall.

 All she needs is the means, and guidance. With these books, you can provide for her much of what she needs. I can give her a ship, and some giudnace, but it will fall to you, much like it did to your Master to mastermind the battle. I have had visions of my destiny in the Western Sea, and I must do now, what I can, to make some amends for what I did and failed to  do in the past.

 "I have rebuilt  her vessel the "Vaporous Blue" into more than it was. I have givern her rank, and ofefred her a ship of power. But it is you, who must guide her from here.
That is the task I would ask of you, and I would pledge you assistance to that end, be it that I must cross the gulf of Hell, but call, and Ishmael will answer.
 I fear that my time is shorter now, and I have no heirs. I will lead Leviathan into that battle if I must, but I fear the greater task is for yourself, Captain Grey, and your Council.
 That is my lot.  I offer you friendship and klnowledge. Will you accept my hand on it?"

Ishmael extends his hand, eyes glistening.


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« Reply #42 on: April 01, 2007, 03:38:40 am »

Octavius grinned, that happy, positive grin he has when just about to invent. Clasping his hand in Ishamael's he speaks. "Sir, I accept. Know this. You have entrusted me with great knowledge, untold wisdom, and the means to right any wrong. For such service, I gift to you a prototype, of my latest design. This will be released to members of P.I.R.A.T.E.S. soon after. As we are allies, both our councils, and you and I as men, here. Take this, and use it how you see fit. Removing a round metallic object from his pocket, he places it on the table. It sits about 4 inches in circumference, with small metal knobs lining the top, and part of the bottom. In the middle, there are hundreds of gears, and two buttons on the bottom. "This, Sir, is my Tesla grenade. Yes, grenade. I am sure you will make use of it? Push this button" Octavius points to the first button, smaller, black. "This will activate the grenades mechanisms. Push it again, it will deactivate. The other button" Octavius motions to the second, a large brass button "That button, when pushed, will activate the devices small limbs, which would allow one to place it on any wall. Push them together? Well, make sure you remove yourself from a 10 meter radius, this device is quite lethal. I give you one, as I am sure you can create more after studying this device. If not, I can send you a crate of them, if you desire. Keep this one, as a reminder of our alliance, and our friendship. You are correct, as was my Master. There is an ominous power growing, and there are few who would stand against it. I know a few people, and hope they shall aid me as well. I thank you for all you offer, and respectfully accept the gifts you have bestowed upon me. I shall ensure that all will be put to good use. If you should need me, I shall come to your aid. I feel that something terrible is about to begin. I bid you good night, sir, and shall speak with you again in the morning. I shall ensure Miss Grey's safety, so long as I am under her employ. For now, I must rest. Thank you Sir, I look forward to this continued alliance."

Octavius sits down in a chair, emptying his calabash, and bids Ishmael good night.
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« Reply #43 on: April 02, 2007, 05:42:09 pm »

Octavius rose with the sun. Walking about the ship, he had grown weary of sitting in a room. After reading the texts provided to him by Ishmael, he sought his captain, to speak with her at length. Stopping a member of Ishmael's crew, he inquired about the location of her quarters. He learned she was on another part of the ship, and Octavius started off to speak with his captain.
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