Moment of life from JhC and the Pacificator's crew

[Pacificator]

This will tell the early story of the 3rd Capt under JhC patronnage, Enron


Invergordon Spaceport Bar, Inverness.



It was late night at the still crowded Pub, and the conversation between the two men started to get angry, the tension palpable around them.
Through the ambient smoke, people were discreetly staring at them, wondering where this would end. This was certainly no Police base, and arguments were sometimes settled with a dead corpse floating in cold space.


- Stop being so sentimental about it for god sake'€¦ You did before, and you'€™ll do it again!

- How the hell you dare tell what I should do ! '€˜can'€™t believe what I'€™m hearing now'€¦

- You do fly a Slave Liner if I recall'€¦Remind me again why those were designed?

- For your education, and giving the abyssal vacuum that fills your brain this will not be wasted time, not for slavers at all at their origin. But short of that, my ship my rules and you'€™ll find many of my mates here who will gladly take your offer.

- Ahh, don'€™t take it like this Enron, my friend, me Hermano ! You know just as I do that none of them are available at the moment, and we need the workers now.

- I am not your friend, and we already have a course set for the coming days. Now get your crack head out of my sigth !

- Crack head ?!


The table flung aside while the two men readied themselves for the fight when a loud voice shouted across the room :

- Thee ain'€™t be no killing here but by my hand, and I moight just kill the two of you right now if you don'€™t sit back quietly like the two polite boys you are !

The tenant was no man to be kidding with, and Enron has seen him putting his word into actions in past. He walked back to the bar and ordered another pint as if nothing happened. The other man, a representative of some obscure Outcast slave dealer, left the Pub muttering for himself.
The fact is he hates being bossed around, especially after a few pints'€¦

He starts remembering his days of youth aboard the Pacificator'€¦Amusingly enough, there he was bossed around, for Capt JhC was as though as they can get when it comes to discipline on his ship. But there as well he learned the way of those who made space their home. Leaving all earthly belongings behind them, they live a life of wanderer abroad the vessel, cruising and trading to every corner of Sirius. Or so he used to do before the call to walk his own path has come. Capt JhC did see from the beginning that behind the tough nut he was then was a good enough material to carry on and widen the web of influence that has already been set in motion'€¦

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May Abu d'Dhur, father of the immaterial roads, be favoralble to us and those that supports us.

Early backgound

Discordian background