One Eyed Jack's Lodge

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INCOMMING TRANSMISSION
ENCRYPTION: HIGH
ID: Ian Curtis, CEO of Greyhound Passenger Transportation, Orbital Spa and Cruise
To: Orbital Spa & Cruise Spaceship Captains
Subject: One Eyed Jack's Lodge

Hello fellow captains,

This is Ian Curtis, Captain of Royal Liner GPT|Joy. Division, and CEO of Greyhound Passenger Transportation. I am glad to send you this invitation to visit the new installations I bought on Planet Curacao. My family is very thankful for what OS&C has done by recieving us again in this new exile, and would like to donate a luxury hideout to the corporation's Captains community. The campus, the casino, and the villa are now at the disposal of any Orbital Spa & Cruise Captain, to meet, relax, and entertain themselves. But on top of all. To run the corporation.

Lets be honests mates, if we let the wheel of this vessel spin freely, we will be helpless when any kind of whirpool comes near. We need to form a united group of Captains who can organize themselves and respond to the matters which are most important to us. If there is a threat, we will face it together. If there is oportunity, we will share it together. Genltemen, I invite you to One Eyed Jack's Lodge.

I attach some images of the dock, the rooms, and the girls. Please visit us soon.

Best regards,

Cpt. Ian Curtis

END OF TRANSMISSION

// You are not invited in here unless given directions by a OS&C Captain.

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[Gypsie Skripto]

ONE EYED JACK'S LODGE
OPEN NOW FOR ALL OS&C CAPTAINS!

FOR COMM CHANNEL ADRESS HERE

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[rewritable]

== Incoming Transmission ==
Location: en route between Edinburgh and Sigma 19
Vessel: OSC luxury liner Crying Lightning
ID: captain John Frial
Format: Text

Greetings, Mr. Curtis,

Let me thank you for the invitation to those marvelous premises. I admire your initiative to organize and create such a place.

I am currently on route, but I have a scheduled visit to Curacao in the next few days. I'll visit the One Eyed Jack's Lodge without hesitation right after stepping off the shuttle. Hopefully I'll meet some familiar names there.

Signed,
Captain John Frial

== End of transmission ==

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[Jamestim]

Incoming Transmission
Location: Oder shipyard, New Berlin
Ship ID: OSC Royal Liner "Aquitania"
ID: captain James Ness

Greetings, Mr. Curtis,

About one year back, in docks of New Berlin, I have found a scrap metal heap that resembled the ship a little. I have inquired, and it has appeared that it is the Bretonia Royal Cruise Liner of release 803 A.S
I have decided to restore this magnificent ship.

Thanks to the help of my Bretonian friends, from New London I have received drawings, was engaged in liner restoration.

At present the liner "Aquitania" is on shipyard and passes last repair and furnish. Definitively it will be ready to leave on a line in 2-3 weeks.

Captain James Ness

End of transmission

[quantum244]

---INCOMING TRANSMISSION---
---SOURCE: COMMERCIAL LINER GREYCLIFFE---
---ID: CAPTAIN QUANTUM PSYCHOSIS
---TO: CAPTAIN IAN CURTIS---

My good Captain,

Allow me to begin by saying that I appreciate your offer to visit your lodge and would accept, however, I'm afraid my appearance may cause some alarm amongst your visitors and staff. We Melds tend not to show ourselves outside of our ships for obvious reasons.

Nevertheless, I quite agree with your sentiment that Spa and Cruise needs a guiding hand. The case of Mr. Adam Spire, in which I believe we were all involved, illustrates this quite well. Therefore, you may count on my support and my voice in matters concerning the entire company.

I look forward to continued business with you,
Captain Quantum Psychosis

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The Greycliffe -- Conscientia et Tacitus

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Cpt.Curtis walks through the empty common room, the tables perfectly settled and the carpets vividly decorating the space. A fireplace worms the place. The barwoman enjoys the company of the Manager of the place.

- Blackie, three captains have already confirmed they will visit the Lodge, well, one of them may not be actually present, but we will keep him communicated. You must be prepared at any time to recieve them.- said Ian in a loud voice.

- They will be taken care of, as if they were in heaven, Ian.- She smiles and looks at the young barwoman.

- Blackie, you no longer call me Ian ok? Not around here at least.

- Ok! Ok! Captain Curtis, milord, did I offend you?

- Dont fool around either. There is much at stake in this endeavour. We will make OS&C thrive again in benefits. You'll see. Just don't sit and see. Work and see.

Captain Curtis returns then to his seat on a big couch and enjoys the melody of the song, Baruva, from The Gaians Ate My Neibourghs.

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Crying Lightning made one final slow turn and came to a halt at its designated mooring point.

John Frial was working in hurry, overseeing the mooring procedure and dealing with inevitable paperwork. It was just a routine procedure, but he intended to finish it faster than usual this time to be ready to depart on one of the shuttles carrying passengers to Curacao's surface. One of them, he knew, was landing just a couple of miles from One Eyed Jack's Lodge.

Shuttle was slowly descending through atmosphere. It made a deliberate detour to show the arriving guests the beauty of planet's oceans from above. The view behind the window was magnificent, but John hardly had time to enjoy it while he was still reading and signing a couple of documents he hadn't had time to deal with aboard the liner.

Once the shuttle landed, John separated from the tourist crowd, which slowly inched towards the large vintage-looking sign "ARRIVALS", and went directly to employee ship park. Within minutes, he had a service Starfier in his disposal.

"Now, that's exclusive and luxurious even by Curacao's standards", John though, surveying the Lodge's territory from above before landing his rather humble craft in allocated place.

He walked leisurely to the entrance, where he was stopped by security. His identity confirmed, John proceeded and went looking for something that might be a bar.

"Seems I'm one of the first to arrive", John though, seeing that room he had entered was almost empty, except for a woman behind the bar.

"Hello there! One something with alcohol, if I may ask. I'll trust your choice" John smiled, "has anyone else arrived yet, by the way?"

"Ah, you must be one of the captains" Barwoman replied, while mixing something with countless ingredients in a large glass, "Captain Curtis shall return any minute, I believe he will answer all your inquiries"

John slowly sipped his drink and waited, admiring the elegant interior of the room.

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Ian wanted a fresh drink as soon as possible. That bomber he bought to commission under the escort wing did not satisfy him. The test run went awfully, but now again, he was a Liner Captain, he had never flew a bomber. It was better to assign a good pilot to it, and then see what it's potential was.

He landed on the Greyhound Hangar at the Spaceport and handed the keys to one of the technicians.

- Weapons are ok lad, but you will have to work a bit on it's maneuverability- As he said that he walked to the parking lot where his men waited to take him to the Lodge - Quickly gentlemen, Blackie told me Cpt.Frial is already there.

As soon as they arrived he walked into the entrance and waved to the guards while he threw away his cigarrete. The door was open, and that made him smile. As he entered, his eyes started to get used to de lights inside the hall.

- Captain Frial! I am glad to see you already arrived - he extended his hand for a shake and said - Blackie, I will want a glass of whiskey, and bring us a cherry pie please. So, dear John Frial, I guess this makes us the first two members of this secret society...

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John had just decided that he must find and install exactly that kind of chandelier on his bridge when Captain Curtis walked in.

They shook hands,

"Captain Curtis, the pleasure is mine. Thank you again for the invitation and creation of this wonderful place. Yes, indeed, it seems that for now we are the first, although I'm quite sure others will arrive as soon as they find it possible. Though I think you will find it difficult to keep the purpose of such large and luxurious premises secret form general public, especially considering that "secret" on Curacao usually means that is on the third page of local newspaper, rather than on first," John said as they were siting down at a table.

"I think we shall wait for rest of captains to arrive before we begin to discuss any business matters. Though, one idea I have in mind. How do you think, would it be possible to set up a central transmission and report server somewhere here in Lounge? There had been more than one occasion when I've wanted to report certain incidents that may be helpful to other captains, yet transmitting them separately to each vessel is rather difficult and inefficient. With central server, reports could be sent to it and then distributed to or downloaded by interested parties at their convenient time."

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Ian listened interested what Cpt.Frial was saying. Meanwhile he sipped his whiskey and pulled a cigarrete from his pocket. When John ended, he was just taking the first puff.

- Cpt. Frial, John. I agree with the first idea you brought, and certainly that should be the first matter we will discuss when the other Captains arrive. What do you think we wait until we are at least four here on the Lodge?

The matter of secrecy. Its a term you know. Most secret societys are known to the public domain, yet, the place where secrecy's profit lies, still keeps untouched. What I am saying my friend, is that although they may know who we are and where we are, they wont know what we do.

That said, let me offer you a cigarrette. - As he pulled the box out of his pocket.

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