Anniversary Celebration!

We are ushering in the 3rd year of Murakami Steamworks! Hard to believe that the Boys in the Backroom, as they are affectionately known by the Wrath Fleet, have been hard at work bringing more ironclad fun than you can shake a duchess stick at for two years.

TWO YEARS!

Congratulations, Justinian Huszar and MrBunwah Murakami!



Frequency Picnic is going to be spinning the tunes.

We have dances, an open bar, their RC Ironclad game (which totally rocks!), an alligator, explode-y things, and much more.

Here is the Isle of Skye skyplat slurl.

Come as you like! We just want to be silly, have fun, and celebrate the work of J and MrB as Murakami Steamworks continues to grow and succeed.

Fleet Intel from familiar waters

(written as part of a series for Zatzai.com)

It had been only 15 minutes or so since the yeoman brought the steam kinescopic device and accompanying envelope to my desk. I immediately recognized Bestoso's handwriting. Good- she had survived the trip back through the rift. Even better - she was alive and was able to get a report back through time to me. After I studied the information, I packed it up and walked across the yard to the Commodore's offices.

I found him standing around charts with CDR Murakami. They were speaking to Mr. Zatzai Asturias, the autocrat of these lands. Apparently updating him on the floating island recently found.

I cleared my throat and they all looked up.

"Lady, what do you have for us, then?" asked O'Toole.

I simply walked over to the drafting table and laid my folder on top of the charts. This picture was on top.

Of course Murakami and the Commodore immediately knew where this was taken. I could feel more than see the junior officer in the room shift uncomfortably in his boots. O'Toole's jaw dropped involuntarily, his pipe splashing into the mug of coffee he had placed so carefully on the edge of the table. Zatzai watched in growing curiosity...not quite worry...but concern.

"What else, Eva?" the Commodore managed in a quiet tone.

I handed him the brief note from LCR Bestoso and continued describing what appears to be a rebuilding of the fleet in Caledon.

"Well - obviously - we see in that last picture, the Guvnah's mansion in Victoria City, although it appears to have undergone significant changes since we were last in that time and place. As a side note, Bestoso did not give any indication if she arrived back through the portal at the same time/place she left it with us so many months ago or if time had advanced significantly for Caledon and the world as we knew it."

"This new class of ship they are building appears to be of a pre-dreadnought design of some sort. The power plant is large, but I cannot make predictions as to the fuel used based on our limited information. There are also at least 4 light guns and possibly a torpedo ram."

Fleet Intel Report

CDR Bellambi - I hope this kinescopic device and the few still pictures make it back through the rift. We have found what appears to be HQ for the rebuilding Caledon Navy. I am safe here back in 19th Century Caledon and will stay to provide future reports. Hope to have orders from you soon. Yours- LCDR Bestoso

"Good lord, woman! I've enough on our hands with this blasted floating island approaching. What do you think this means? Will the Caledon fleet now follow us into the rift of time? Do you think they want us back there? Or dead?"

"Hotspur, I don't think we can answer those questions just yet. We just don't have enough data....not by a long shot." I felt Zatzai and MrBunwah watching me closely as I continued. "Desmond does not seem to have more than this one ship at present, and it is still in the shipyard - such as it is. What we HAVE is a warning. Something to watch and be very sensitive to, because you are absolutely right. That floating piece of discarded ships and whatnot is a far greater threat to us right now."

I felt his resolve return as he picked his pipe up from the coffee and began wiping down the charts with his handkerchief. He straightened up and then...

"MrBunnnnnnnnnwaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

Zatzai jumped as did the young Commander.

"Yessir Commodore. I'm right beside you sir." He managed.

"Do you have the task force of Tyrians, Kotetsus, and Lavancos ready to go? We must get out ahead of this interloper...meet it along it's path. That will be our surprise for them."

MrBunwah shook his head and began to detail some delay or another when O'Toole interrupted,
"Well get a move on boy! We've no time to lose! Disssssmisssssed!"

As he ran out of the offices, I turned to Zatzai and Hotspur...."Now let's review the kinescopic data and see what else we may be in for..."

We huddled around the machine only beginning to digest what this all may mean for the Wrath Fleet and for Lilliput and surrounds.

The Fleet of Wrath Exiles' Open House

In the new lands of Roatan. It was great fun as DJ Therese Slade cranked out the electronica for our Time Warp event. (Which really was our way of saying come in ANY theme you like. )

Crap Mariner even dropped by to dance a while.

I am in my Burlesque costume, and Therese is in her French pre-revolution era costume.

Iason Hassanov, Baron Klaus Wulfenbach

Part of the crowd

View from the sky