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« Reply #150 on: March 25, 2007, 11:50:27 pm »

Excerpt from the OBSCURE Travel Journal for reference . . .

"As dusk set in and hues of violet and crimson flowed over the waters, colouring the Port City itself in a glooming shade of blue, lamps brought illumination to the docks and all vessels in the skies brightened as tiny lights all about flared up.  In the glittering radiance I awaited the appearance of the Argonautica and my associate, Fantômas, whom was bound for Salvage and ought to arrive momentarily, all the while reminding myself that I was yet to meet with Mr. Lawson to make arrangements.

"Several hours later, the Argonautica softly landed at an anchor near where the Peril had moored, and I must admit that the unusual contuor of this flying ship continues to amaze me every time that I see her.  It appeared that Fantômas had enjoyed a calm and rather uneventful journey to here and with the payments received in exchange for our supplied medicine to the United Air-State of Cumulipolis we must surely be able to acquire all necessary equipment and materials.  That, however, was a matter for the next morning.  There were more pressing concerns, namely the gloom presence of Leviathan hoovering over us & of course I needed to discuss my requested conference with Ishmael."

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Like working bees had the small craft distached themselves from their mothership Leviathan, which hung like a sinister menace above the Dockyards, and now they silently moored alongside the piers, Port crew securing them with lines and anchors.  Far behind the horizon, the Sun was rising and it would be several more hours before the light set in.  All was quiet about the docks as the walkway was lowered, and there in the twilight came first the armed elite guards whose presence their master had requested, and then, somewhat hesitatingly, adjusting his eyes to the dark first, appeared Ishmael: a grand, impressive posture, stepping brave and upright on deck, boldly making his way for the Peril where his hosts awaited his arrival upon the airship's Promenade.

Fantômas and Ottens stood with their heads in the wind as their guest approached them, the latter's hair and unbuttoned overcoat waving alike. Contrasts between these men could hardly have been greater:  Ishmael made for a grand, stout figure, and, being surrounded by his uniformed guard, exuded majesty and pride.  Ottens, tall, thin, and of pale skin, unwittingly appeared fragile, yet intelligent; uncertain, yet cruel.  He was the first to break the silence as these two men shook hands:  "It is a great pleasure to welcome you on board, Sir," said Ottens, to whcih Ishmael responded in kind:  "I thank you for your courteous invitation, Sir.  It is a pleasure indeed to be your guest."

"May I introduce Mr. Fantômas, my associate,"  Ottens beckoned toward his companion with a gesture of the hand, upon which the two also shook hands.  "Allow me to lead our way inside," he said, and they stepped first inside the Entrance Lounge and then proceeded into the Library/Salon where they settled in the sitting area in front of the fireplace.  Although his Leviathan undoubtedly offered much greater splendour, Ottens secretly hoped that the chamber, with its high ceiling, many tall windows, and refined furniture and decorations, would be able to somewhat impress Ishmael, for that after all had been half the reason for inviting him on board in the first place.
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« Reply #151 on: March 26, 2007, 01:27:07 am »

Wiping sweat from his brow, Octavius completed the third invention. Strapping the first two onto his belt, he wheeled the third out of the workshop. It seemed a tad unwieldy at first, even bulky. Despite this, and the puzzled looks from the crowd, he stepped one foot onto the devices platform. He pulled a switch. The two boilers resting on the back of the flat, thin, rectangular metal box he was presently stepping on. With that, he turned a knob, and pulled that switch all the way. The entire contraption whirred, screeched, and the gears began turning.

Pistons could be heard pumping, and steam forced its way out of the bottom of the part he stood on. The thing was beginning to float, just barely, off of the street! "It works!! hahahaha!! It worrks! By Jove, it works!" Octavius yelled, amazed, surprised, and ecstatic that it was working functionally....for now. He pulled a second lever, and the wheels retracted, the whole device suspended in the air from the power of the steam alone. Turning a few knobs, he held onto the handlebars tightly, and off he went, slowly at first.

Gaining some confidence, he accelerated. Passing Pier 8, he saw Mr. Lazaras' ship. "Everything seems in order" he thought. Passing Pier 7, now 6, now 5. He was amazed such a device was possible, let alone functional. Still in awe at his own handy work, he arrived at Pier 2. Now, Pier 1. He twisted a knob, pulled the first lever. The device stopped, and the wheels went back to their original positions. What he saw was monstrous, and amazing, on an entirely different technological scale than what he was currently able to achieve. "What in cogs' name?" He thought, but instead decided to continue on with his little trip, quite happy the device still hadn't combusted. Pulling the lever once more, he twisted a few knobs on the two boilers, he sped off toward parts unknown. It had been a long day, and he needed to relax.

Octavius thought of his captain, Miss Grey. Wherever she was, still aboard Leviathan, he hoped that all was well with her.
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« Reply #152 on: March 26, 2007, 02:04:08 am »

[Fantômas and Ottens stood with their heads in the wind as their guest approached them, the latter's hair and unbuttoned overcoat waving alike. Contrasts between these men could hardly have been greater:  Ishmael made for a grand, stout figure, and, being surrounded by his uniformed guard, exuded majesty and pride.  Ottens, tall, thin, and of pale skin, unwittingly appeared fragile, yet intelligent; uncertain, yet cruel.  He was the first to break the silence as these two men shook hands:  "It is a great pleasure to welcome you on board, Sir," said Ottens, to whcih Ishmael responded in kind:  "I thank you for your courteous invitation, Sir.  It is a pleasure indeed to be your guest."

Ishmael looks around, and admits to himself, that while this is not Leviathan, Ottens has done well, with his ship.  He steps forward. His Elites shadow hi, dressed in dark green combat uniforms, each carrying a short but very effective looking weapon. Their eyes, visible aboive the mask of their breathing filters, mis nothing.
Ishmael speaks.
"I thank you for allowing me my small concessions of an escort. I am not accustomed to being away from Leviathan, and thus need such comforts to my frailty.  These are my Elites, trained in the manner of the East, and in the ways of the Old Man of the Mountain, although they do not use his ,ah, shall we say, aids?   
  I do not wish to seen the inconsiderate guest, but shall we to business? I hear that you have some matters to discuss or propose, so shall we to it?
Ah, wait, I forget my manners-  I bring you  gifts - Sir Ottens, as I have heard you are a man of taste, I gift to you these. A case of the finest cigars, from the islands of the Southern Sea, and a case of the finest whiskey, acquired from the North. For Sir Fantômas, as I have heard of his exotic tastes, I gift a case of the fruit of the lotus, prepared in the ancient way, from the nomads of the Spice Route. Perhaps he will acquire a liking for them"

Ishmael raises a hand, and a Marines carry the gifts from his raider and present them. They salute and retire.
"Now gentleman? To business?"

 
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« Reply #153 on: March 26, 2007, 04:20:06 pm »

A waiter brought three glasses of brandy on a tray and while Ishmael denied the drink with a gesture of the hand, Ottens and Fantômas both accepted the glasses.  "I thank you kindly for these gifts. I'm certain that Mr. Fantômas will . . . appreciate these exotics,"  his associate was gazing rather bemused at these unusual fruits, and Ottens took a cigar from the box,  "would you mind...?" 

"Why, of course not,"  said Ishmael.  With a guillotine-style cutter, Ottens prepared one of the figurados and as he lit and smoked it, breath a fine wooden flavour, while a pleasant aroma spread about the table.  He complimented Ishmael upon his excellent tastes;  "I fear that you have spoiled me, Sir, for I wish never to smoke any other brand!"  Ishmael seemed pleased with his host's appreciation, yet understandably insisted upon coming to the point of their meeting.

"Now gentleman? To business?"

"Forgive me,"  responded Ottens,  "but of course."  Upon the table lay a thin file that lacked any indication whatsoever as to its contents, but as Ottens opened it and turned it around, Ishmael was able to read the title page:

REPORT ON THE "LEAGUE OF ISHMAEL"

Ordered Reported on March 23

Intelligence Division of the
O.B.S.C.U.R.E.

Ottens allowed for a brief silence before continuing:  "It tells of an usual event that supposedly occured some months ago . . . An associate of ours was travelling Asia at the time, and coming upon the Himalayan foothills, which of course marked the beginnings of Tibet, she set out for a journey amongst these ancient, mystic hills.  After two seeks travel she beheld Mount Tsintsin-Dagh, there atop its pinnacle the sight subject of our conversation.  For hovering high above the mists and clouds was Leviathan, a vessel upheld in the air by a balloon of near-unimaginable proportion.  And beneath her, built on the top of Mount Tsintsin-Dagh a facility that appeared capable of constructing such an airship.  She assumed to find the facility abandoned, but instead observed great activity, and, making report of the ongoings, she could not but take notice of what appeared to be some kind of weapon under construction.  Presumably the weapon of which you presented the dreadful power some time ago to the Councils."  Ottens again paused briefly to allow for any possible interruption, but instead Ishmael, whom had sat motionless and expressionless up until now, opted merely to take a sip of the non-alcoholic refreshment he had been brought instead.  "Thus our associate, upon having photographed and studied the design and construction of this contraption, elected to return immediately to us, and she was fortunate enough to encounter us in Calcutta, about to disembark for our stronghold, of which, forgive me, we cannot disclose the location.  And on our journey there she shared with me what she had seen, and we agreed that it would be in our best interest to attempt to construct this weapon upon our arrival.  Which is also why I beg you to excuse the absence of our fellow-Councillors here today."  Ottens continued to smoke his cigar, awaiting Ishmael's response.
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« Reply #154 on: March 26, 2007, 06:17:21 pm »

Thus our associate, upon having photographed and studied the design and construction of this contraption, elected to return immediately to us, and she was fortunate enough to encounter us in Calcutta, about to disembark for our stronghold, of which, forgive me, we cannot disclose the location.

Ishmael listens carfeully, and looks at Ottens.
"Ah, I see now, why the request for a meeting, for this would vastly change the balance of power amongst not only the Councils, but the world as well.
Your aquisition of knowledge of that power also demands a realtionship, or at least an undertstanding between us.
 Thus, before I hear more, allow me to do two things. Firstly, I compliment you on the efficacy fo your agents, finding the old Citadel was a feat worthy of note.  Secondly, I will tell you what your agents did not know, or see.

 The Citadel was old when I found it. In the early years of my life, a band of my followers and I were fleeing across the Hindoo Kush, when we were taken by a strong storm and blown into the region that is Tibet. When the clouds cleared , below us was the place you now call Tsintsin-Dagh. On the summit was a vast city-structure, of ancient design and building. We landed to repair our craft, and found great wonders. That, as you ahve surmised was the beginning of my Leviathan, indeed, it appeared that she was already begun, but the race that had the means of building her were no more. I can only surmise that these were the same ancients that forged your stronghold. Over the years, using the knowledge gained from the Citadel library and works, I was able to perfect mastery of the power of phlogiston. Your agents saw my ship and scientists in the final stages of moving my "weapon" as you choose to call it, and the various devices required for its manufacture, aboard Leviathan. What the did not see, a few days hance was the first test of that weapon. The Citadel was becoming a risk, as more adventurers looking to tame mountains for sport, or seeking great riches, were too close to that place.
 The first test of my device was on the Citadel. I wept at its destruction, but the end was clean, and the mountain was purified by fire."
Ishmael pauses, and takes a long breath..
 "The device, I must admit, is simplicity itself, once the principles are understood. and no doubt that your agent has provided you with sufficient details that your scientists will be able to duplicate it in the fullness of time.
  Now that you know the shape of ultimate power, what do you propose? I warn you that this is a dangerous tool, and if you do not take care, it can consume you entirely. So I put it to you, what is your proposal, and what do you wish from Ishmael"
  Ishmael looks at Ottens, and awaits his reply.
 
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« Reply #155 on: March 26, 2007, 06:52:40 pm »

"I can assure you that we carry no hostile intent whatsoever to your person, nor does our Council seek an alliance with your League.  However, we do wish to come to an understanding, a pact if you will, in which both our parties pledge that we shall never inflict direct harm upon one another.  We are in the possession of a powerful force and we cannot allow that force to be misused, for it would assure mutual destruction on both our parts." 
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« Reply #156 on: March 26, 2007, 07:25:43 pm »

Ishmael studies Ottens for a bit, and ponders...

"I understand tour intent, our ambitions are different, and neither one could afford intervention from another of like power.
We are men of power, and I believe that an entente is possible. A mutual agreement of that nature would benefit both our aims.
Would you sign,  or is my hand measure enough?"
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« Reply #157 on: March 26, 2007, 08:12:04 pm »

"Sir, we are men of honour," said Ottens, putting down his cigar, "I trust we need no written confirmation of our agreement."  He stood up from his chair and stretched out his hand . . .
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« Reply #158 on: March 26, 2007, 10:30:48 pm »

Ishmael accepts Ottens hand...
"Done and Done!" he exclaims.
"Now my dear Ottens, that we have an understanding, may I suggest we tread the path a bit further? Here is my proposal, a sharing of information. My agents are widespread, and doubtless you know of my concerns of the unknowns in the Western Sea. A sharing of information of mutual interest would benefit our endeavours, I am certain. I will give you, as a token of good faith, a small item concerning your new device.  I am certain you would discover it for yourself, but I can save your scientists much time. 
 Item - a minor difference in the containment vessel, and you have not a weapon, but a power source as great a any you can imagine.
Indeed, it is this that now creates much of the power used on Leviathan.
 So shall we take that step towards mutual benefit?"
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« Reply #159 on: March 26, 2007, 11:03:12 pm »

Ottens grinned upon Ishmael's request and exchanged a quick look with Fantômas before answering:  "I appreciate the offer, Sir, yet I fear that I'm inclined to refuse . . . We have no wish to share our own intelligence with anyone, regardless of my trust in you."  He gestured in the direction of the doors, and they walked toward the Promenade, Ottens with his hands behind his back, leaving his overcoat unbuttoned.  "It is my hope that this will not affect our understanding, of course."
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« Reply #160 on: March 26, 2007, 11:34:43 pm »

"As you wish then, it will affect our accord naught. I take my leave then, as I have affairs aboard  Leviathan that await.
Until we meet again, sir. "

Ishmael bows and with a wave of his hand summons his Elites to him. As one they turn and make their way to Ishmael's waiting patrol ship, and with a quiet slipping of their mooring grapples, they speed to  Leviathan.
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« Reply #161 on: March 27, 2007, 01:58:38 am »

Octavius felt he had created a fairly large expanse between himself and anyone who might be curious as to what he was attending to. Opening his comm, he quietly whispered into it. Smiling, he slowed, and entered the run down, desolate structure. Sitting down, he is joined by a cloaked individual.

"So, you have obtained the object? I assume you will continue work on it since, soon it shall be ready. What do you plan to do with it? Aid the world, or destroy it?". Octavius smiled. "You know I wish to aid this world. I do not have any desire to cause destruction, or overpower any area of this planet. I am not made for such things. In fact, I feel more comfortable working, creating, and maintaining machines. Now Sir, you know of my objectives. The research shall be completed, and I will allow the council I belong to, to view it's capabilities. For now, I shall take leave of this place, and continue to work on my other projects. You will receive a report on my progress as soon as I am available."

Octavius rises, turns and begins to walk out. "Mr. Granville" Octavius stops. The dark figure speaks, "Do not mistake my words, I am only complying with your Master's wishes. He has made many a friend through his life, and his profession. However, he has also made many enemies. Were it left to me, that device would be destroyed, and you with it, for there is too much burden in such knowledge." Ocatvius grinned, his goggles covering his eyes. "Well Sir, I am already aware of your concerns. Do not worry, I shall see that the device will be used as I see fit." Moving toward the door, Octavius began to open it. " Do not worry, Sir...or should I call you, Dr. H, old friend of my Master?" The figure froze, paralyzed that Octavius had known his identity all along. "Do not worry, Sir. I recall your voice, and I would not tell a soul that you are still around, as I am sure that you too, have a few enemies. I shall take leave, may you find safe passage on your return home. Take care, Sir."

Leaving, Octavius hopped onto his vehicle, and sped off once more. "To think he was in a place such as this. Master told him to look after me, and indeed he has, thus far. From here on, though, I know that I shall be on my own. Even with the extensive list of contacts Master left for me, and at his request, they shall help me, I know that this will become more arduous. There are people who would do much, to acquire this device, and I must protect it! Indeed, Master was right, there is an ominous force looming, and I feel all those involved thus far shall be put to the test. Now, where shall I go now?" he thought, speeding in the direction of Pier 1.
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« Reply #162 on: March 27, 2007, 02:21:16 am »

Paracletus approaches a sergeant of Ishmael's MArines, Before he can be told to move away, he gives a sign and passphrase.
The sergeant's attiude changes, and leaving command of his squad to a corporal, says "I think the orficer bettur sees you sah"
and leads Paracletus towards  a patrol ship docked nearby. Paracletus is ushered into the presence of a Lieutenant Heathe who asks him who he is. Paracltus identifies himself, and asks for am Insponder.  Heathe points out the communcations board amd Paracletus gains contact with Leviathan. He says  few words, and then sits down. Within minutes, a voice comes back, the voice of Ishmael himself, commanding Heathe to get Paraceltus to him immediately.  Within minutes a courier vessel alights alongside, Paracletus swings aboard and they are off.
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« Reply #163 on: March 27, 2007, 02:51:30 am »

Ishmael, in his drawing room, aboard Leviathan

Ishmael picks up a speaking tube and speaks. A few moments later, Ismet enters.

"Ismet, after I have spoken to Captain Grey, please  present my compliments to mr.kiskalou
and ask him to attend me. I would speak to him, and I owe him, a tour of Leviathan, as I recall.
And ask Captain Louca what he knows about a Mr.Granville. I have heard of his talents, and if
he can be located, I may have an interesting offer for him, that will be of mutual benefit.
I will ask Captain Grey of his whereabouts, as well."

Ismet bows, and hastens off.. 
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« Reply #164 on: March 29, 2007, 02:07:13 am »

Octavius had an enjoyable time, using his new invention and traveling the city quite speedily. Indeed, it had been some time since he was able to relax. It had been a few days since the fire, and the clean up was going well. Still, he worried about his captain. He had no word from her, or from the Leviathan since she had arrived there. He exhaled deeply, remembering that Ishmael was a man of his word (or, so he had been told). Arriving at Pier 1, he checked the surrounding area. There seemed to be a small inn nearby. Walking over, he wheeled his transportation into the building, avoiding the cautious gave of the inn keepers. "Pardon, Sir, but could you spare a room for a few days? I am in need of some rest, and have no where to go for now."

The keeper eyed him, looking Octavius up and down, inspecting his vehicle, unsure if he was the type that would cause any trouble. "I assure you, Sir, that I just wish to rest up for a while, and shall leave after my time is spent here." The stocky, short man spoke with a gruff, raspy voice "Fine, but you pay up front! No less than what I charge for other council's members! You stay, 3, 4 days maximum, you leave." Octavius was used to this treatment, many a person had judged him simply by his looks, or what he carried with him. Handing the gent a wad of cash, "This should cover it No, no, keep it, all of it." The man's eyes lit up, "Yes, Sir!" Barking orders to a young man, about 5 years Octavius' minor "Give this man the best room we got! Anything he wants, give him! And take that contraption to his room!" The boy sighed, reaching for Octavius' vehicle and bag. "No, just an escort to my room will do, thank you." The boy shrugged, entering the lift, Octavius followed, wheeling his transport. The ride was short, as the inn was but 3 floors. he boy opened a pair of double doors, to a very larger room. It had everything: a bathroom, a large bed area, even a small work desk! Octavius smiled, knowing he could work in peace, and even get some rest and food. The boy looked on, and Octavius handed the boy a ten. The boy's eyes widened, happily shoving the bill into his pocket. "Now, I will try not to ask for much, just a meal when morning comes, and some tea. For now, I shall rest. I do not wish to be disturbed, so please let me alone."Wheeling his vehicle into the room, he rested it on the wall closest to the bed. Closing the doors, Octavius locked them, laying on the bed, tucking the bag he carried into his pillow, he layed his head on it. Closing his eyes, Octavius drifted off to sleep for the first time in days.
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« Reply #165 on: March 29, 2007, 02:32:31 am »

No sooner than Octavius had settled in, than came a knock at his door.
He awaoke, and groggily opened the door.
It was the young lad again, with a small package adderssed to him.

Octavius carries the pakcage to the work desk, and opens it carefully.
In it is an envelope, with his name on it in a carefull copperplate script.

He reads:

"From the hand of Ishmael, to Octavius Granville.
  My dear Octavius,
    Please do not be alarmed at this untimely intrusion on your privacy.
I would speak to you about several things of import. But first, allow me to ensure you that Captain Grey is safe, and sound aboard
Leviathan, where she is a most welcome guest.  As I was in no small part resonsible for the near-destruction of her vessel, "Vapourous Blue", I am replacing it with one of my own design, to her specifications. She currently is awaiting its completion. There are several devices  being installed that might interest you, but I digress.
 I must talk to you concerning affairs that will concern your council.  The balances of power are shifting, and I would see my allaince with P.I.R.A.T.E.S strengthened.  I have also, through my agents,  heard of your intellect and your accomplishments in the ways of science. I offer you the hand of freindship, and the gift of knowlege. To that end I offer you a laboratory and workshops on Leviathan, and well as staff and materials. I would not place constraints on you, you would have a small ship with crew at your disposal at all times.
There is much more I would discuss. I offer the hand of friendship, and the company of one like-minded in the ways of science.
 In this package is a one-use Insponder. Should you deign to accept my offer, or at least meet with me, press the gold stud. When that signal is received, I will dispatch a ship to your service. I humbly request that you destroy this note upon reading it. There are eyes about that I would not have see it.
 
  By my hand , and for your eyes alone.
Ishmael"

Octavius opens the package and inside is a small device of strange alloys that seem to shift colour as he gazes on it. He pockets the device, and burns the note in a small brass vessel on the workdesk.  He heads back to bed, to try to sleep, and ponder what all this can mean. At least he knows Captian Grey is safe.
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« Reply #166 on: March 29, 2007, 03:42:52 am »

Ever the curious gent, Octavius opens his bag, and removes a small tool. Gently attempting to open it, a panel underneath moves slightly. Peeking in through the small opening, he can only spot small parts of the device, the likes of which he has never seen. "This is some serious technology, it would take me a week alone with this device to understand it completely." Pushing the button, the device beeps, a light flashes, and it goes silent. Opening his comm box, he inspects it. "I thought the devices I have constructed were advanced! This, is nothing compared to my little communications apparatus." Walking toward the door, he spies a small accompaniment of men, walking toward the inn. Taking his vehicle, he exits the room, amazed they had moved so quickly. Walking downstairs, he is greeted by a gentleman, uniquely dressed. "Mr. Octavius Granville, I presume?".
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« Reply #167 on: March 29, 2007, 04:24:25 am »

"Mr. Octavius Granville, I presume?"
 Octavius nods.
"My name is Captain Louca, and I come from Leviathan. I have been listening for your call.
I am, responsible for ah, "special duties" that my Master requires. These men with me are of his
Elites, and are here to ensure that your trip to Leviathan is, ahh, uneventful."
 Louca gestures, and several Elites proceed to pack Octavius vehicle and his device into a waiting steam carriage.
Louca gestures for Octavius to board. The remaining Elites take up position and they head for the docks.
"My Master desires that your trip be safe, and as such has dispatched me as a surety, he has great desire to meet with you."
They proceed along until theyr each the dock, where a patrol raider is docked, A squad of Marines lining the gagway snap to
attention. Louca escorts Octavius aboard, and the Elites load his belongings aboard.
"I see you wonder at our garb" Louca says. "Our Master learned long ago that while most peoples assume black is a colour of stealth at night, it in actuality is inferior in that role to this shade of dark green. That is why the unusual hue to our dress.  I suppose that now we are heading to Leviathan, I should introduce myself properly, Captain Francisco Louca, Master of Spies for the League of Leviathan.  My Master entrusted me with your safety, and has instructed me to attend to any needs or questions you may have.  Ah, we dock, pray stay seated for the nonce"

Octavius looks out the port, and watches as the raider slides into a docking bay..

OOC - to avoid cluttering up this thread, we will move this to the "League of Ishmael" thread..
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« Reply #168 on: March 29, 2007, 02:58:11 pm »

Meanwhile...

"And the total cost for repairs will be five thousand Sterling"

Lazaras looked at the dock hand that was overseeing his ship's repairs as if he had told a cruel joke"Please tell me this is some sort of sick joke."

"Sir i can assure you this is no joke. That is the cost of completely repairing your vessel and I can assure you that you will find no better price for the services offered." The man's voice remained nueteral, with hints of resignation. After all he has had to deal with many similar people in the past.

After grumbling a bit Lazaras handed over the money. "Fine...If you need me I'll be at Pier four, anchorage 27 conferring with The Colonal over a few matters of business."
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« Reply #169 on: March 29, 2007, 10:52:04 pm »

Having ensured the ship was safe, Adrianna took her leave of Lazaras, who had gone to see about repairs. She wandered back to her own pier, occasionally stopping to get a view of Leviathan hanging ominously in the air over Salvage.

Upon returning to her ship, the crew greeted her with a hearty bowl of stew, which she consumed in the small office cabin while going over financial records from the past month. A knock interrupted her thought and she shoved the record book back into the desk drawer. Henry was outside with Lazaras not too far behind.

"Mr. Fawkes, to see you Colonel," he said politely before returning to the others, who were seated on the steps to the upper level of the deck, enjoying their dinner.

"Come in, Julian," Adrianna motioned to the chair opposite the desk then sat down behind it, ready for business. 
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« Reply #170 on: March 30, 2007, 12:12:41 am »

He inclined his head towards her as he took the offered seat. "I'm not normally a man of small talk when there's business Ma'am, however as this is your ship and you are the one whom I require services of, it is your field to play with as you wish." Lazaras looked about with hands clasped at his lap. He looked quite well worn, almost like he'd been working on the repairs to his ship himself instead of allowing his crew to do the job, and in a sense thats what he had been doing. However where they had done the physical work he had to dance about ot secure supplies, and given his unfamiliarity with things he had been thoroughly put through the wringer.
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« Reply #171 on: March 30, 2007, 02:02:07 pm »

Observing Julian's appearance of exhaustion, Adrianna asked if he would like a glass of Brandy. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed the bottle and a clean glass, filling it halfway and passing it across the desk to the tired man. He thanked her and took a good sip, cringing ever so slightly at the strong taste.

"So Mr. Fawkes, you contacted me about the possibility of obtaining something for you by less than legal means. Now that we have privacy, perhaps you would like to elaborate further?" She leaned back in her chair and awaited his answer.

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OOC: Unfortunately I'll be away all weekend, with no internet access, so let's try and wrap this up relatively quickly. I can probably post once more today, when I return from school. That should be enough if you explain the business deal you wish to make.
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« Reply #172 on: March 30, 2007, 02:24:30 pm »

Lazaras took a drink once his glass was filled then looked at Adrianna, "Well Its not so much the case of what I want being Illegal, simply that the taxes and time spent through normal shipping leaves it in less than desirable condition. Know much about South America?" He looked at the now partway drained glass in his hand then back  to the Captain of this ship. "I realize it may seem a bit odd to ask you to risk life and limb for a few crates of Coco and other assorted odds and ends, but given the demands that are being made on me and what I have to work with I don't see any other real option other than upsetting my customers and causing them to seek enjoyment elsewhere."

He sighed softly, "If it weren't for the fact I've already sunk so much into the place I'd sell it and be done with it. However It does provide income enough if I can keep  the exotics coming in. I'd do it myself, but you've seen the crew I have, they're good but nowhere near experienced enough...and I'm horrible at this sort of thing Ma'am so it'd end either in me losing my hat so to speak, or in a flaming wreck along with my ship."

After a short moment he gestured with his drink, "As for payment....right now all i can offer you is five thousand in hard cash, however if that isn't enough I suppose I could let you in on the earnings if enough of a profit is made." A quick swallow and the rest of the drink was gone. "Ah, good stuff this. Normally take scotch or even Vodka>" He leaned back in his chair. "Is there anything else you need to know before making a discision Miss Hazard?"


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Adrianna, I hope the weekend treats you well and that you're able to find a bit of relaxation.

As a note I'm not sure what else i can do once this is finishes....too damned dizzy to think and I aint sure what's causing it.
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« Reply #173 on: March 30, 2007, 09:25:24 pm »

After but a moment of thought, Adrianna replied.

"I don't know much about South America, but I know plenty about shipments from South America. I can get you the cocoa and various other exotic imports, just write out the list." She passed him a piece of paper and a pen, then continued. "Depending on the contents of the ship I am to...commandeer...$5000 could be plenty or not quite enough, at which point I'd take between 2 and 5 percent of profits on the sale of the goods. We are talking a ship of imports here. Mind you, along with any money and valuables in the crew's posession, $5000 should be enough unless for some reason the particular shipment is unusually large."

Lazaras passed the list back to the Colonel and she took note of the requested items before folding the paper and placing it in the breast pocket of her jacket.

"Yes, I can get all of these, most likely on one ship. Thank you for your business, Mr. Fawkes, and I will collect the payment when I deliver the goods to you. Expect me in a fortnight or two."

She got up and opened the door to the cabin, with Lazaras following her out.

"Thank you very much Miss Hazard, and I hope you fare well on your journey," he said as he walked towards the gangway, which had been lowered by Henry.

"Goodbye Mr. Fawkes."

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OOC: Thank you Lazaras, but I'm not looking for relaxation. I'm actually going partying with friends in Waterloo (and as far as my parents are concerned, I'm touring the university campus because I may attend next year). It shall be fun nevertheless!

I do believe Col. Hazard will have quite the adventure next, what with pirating a ship from South America and all.
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« Reply #174 on: April 02, 2007, 05:26:53 pm »

From the personal Travel Journal of Ottens, Elder of the OBSCURE

Upon our most satisfying meeting with Mr. Ishmael, Mr. Fantomas and myself remained on board the Peril to await sunrise before setting out to meet with Mr. Lawson, in charge of merchandise on Salvage.  We were able to purchase the goods necessary for the planned construction of a new airship, and as I'm writing our personnel is in the process of moving said materials aboard.

Mr. Fantomas sounded his concerns about our pact with Ishmael earlier, which is making me reconsider our allegiances.  I wonder whether we will be able to uphold our goals in light of recent events.  Nevertheless I do trust in the wisdom of making this deal with Ishmael's "League", but this gentlemen's actions worry me.  We must work to safeguard our abilities, and we musn't allow secrets to fall in the hands of our foes.

A valet is alerting me that they have completed moving our gargo aboard ship, so I presume that my presence is required on the Bridge Deck.  We will have returned at Sentry City in a few days from now, hence we'll set about to commence the construction of our new aerial vessel. Mr. Fantomas has submitted a number of aesthetically pleasing designs.  I'm certain that we'll be able to built something...menacing.
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