France 1915

[maddox]

An interview on a restfull sunday morning. The gardens of Hotel Bonaparte.

Governer Daltoïne, your request is recieved well in Paris. Is it true you want to establish a local industry capable of supporting our needs here in Paradise on earth?

Of course. We have everything to become more than a golden years home. Eager people, good area, public needs.

So, is it true that the plan was made up by Timbre Industries?

I don't know, my advisors made me aware of the increased potential.
Look at these facts, We're the crossroads of the Pacific. To the south we have the Big Unknow Maorians. To the east we have the NUS, a new superpower on this earth. .One we're trading with for a long time on a small scale.Combined with the Gran Colombians and the Green Cross at pago Pago To the North we have the Germans, Rohirrim and the new Swiss. The Far West gives us the Italians and the Orange republic.
By creating a trade heaven, we can be an international diplomatic, mercantile freeport. If Paris supports us. I made a request concerning the funding of a bigger commercial port, a congress center and an increade fishing supporting infrastructure. It's not the only use of airconditioning, keeping our heads cool, but we can use that to refridgerate fish, and get it frozen to other markets.   

If you bring it that way Governer, it seems you have the best plans for our paradise on earth.

It's my job after all, ain't it?

[maddox]

July 1918

Monsieur Le Gouverneur, We have confirmation from Paris, there is $20 and more set aside on the budgets to further your proposals.

Good news then, it seems our liberal leaders have listened to sense.


Later that day, a courrier leaves the gouvernal villa and goes to a tramp freighter in port. From there, a radio message , surprisingly powerfull is send. Marconists recieving this message are puzzled, as it doesn't resemble any language rendered in morsecode.

But on some ships, the marconists do recognize the start of the message, and a few of those transmit a copy.

France, nearby Paris.
Meantime, at the palace alike home of Paul Timbre.
A few well dressed men are being served the most exquise tidbits of food, and a most impressive aray of bottles, chilled or not, are used to satisfy.

Gentlemen, the Great Work has started.
On the Polynesian Future.Our new home.

[Walter]

Cracking the message should be a piece of cake for the Japanese Secret Service/Intelligence :) , but the closest Japanese listening post that could pick up the message (Iwo Jima) is about 4000 miles away so it is unlikely it was picked up by the Japanese.

[Desertfox]

The Swiss could have picked it up. What code are you using? I might be able to decode it by hand.

[ledeper]

Hmm,I smell a rat ;) ;) ;D

[Tanthalas]

The Swiss could have picked it up. What code are you using? I might be able to decode it by hand.

the NS may even have one of the Fishing Boats out and about in tha tregion

[Valles]

"What ho, my beloved lithesome head-of-station! I come bearing gifts and multifarious delights!"

"Timbre's death certificate?"

"Sorry, no. But how 'bout annotated maps and workups of the estates of him and every one of his porcine cronies? And the day's take from our local agents - You'll particularly want to note the bit from three-forty-eight sixteen, he did the coding for that block of noise our listeners caught earlier."

"Oh, do tell?"

"You'll like it, I promise!"