Guilding Hand Social Club

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Socialites and night owls throughout the known systems of Eve, always hungry for entertainment, flock by the millions to popular hub worlds such as Sovicou, Gallente Prime and New Caldari in search of the next big sound. Caldari techno-industrial, Gallentean psi-harmonic trance, even the savage tribal beats of Thukker jungle is broadcast through the air by massive sky-scraping mega-speaker spires. Planet-side, entire islands are converted into entertainment super-complexes crammed to the breaking point with nightclubs, rave halls, watering holes and fetish houses meant to cater to every imaginable taste in nightlife. Liquor and drugs flow freely here, plied by daring merchants of vice and largely unregulated by any authorities - as such, it is no surprise that the jet-setting club connoisseur chooses these locales to while away his weekends in narcotic quarter-time bliss.

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On the fringes of civilization however, such excesses are a rare find - here on the ill-defined borders of empire space, where survival is a hand-to-mouth affair and resources are stretched thin, few people’s minds dwell on wanton indulgence. Decidedly out of place nestled between two ore cracking depots, the sight of a raucous illuminated nightclub contrasts jarringly with the theme of rust and grime so intrinsic to a desolate Caldari mining outpost.

Purchased and founded recently by the enigmatic Caldari power broker Istvaan Shogaatsu, the Guiding Hand Social Club is an escapist’s paradise, an island of refined ecstatic debauchery in a sea of toil and frontier industry. Formerly a chapel and pilgrimage site belonging to the Sisters of Eve, the nightclub retains much of its original architecture, which would lend the large dance hall a palpable ecclesiastic atmosphere were it not for the lasers and advanced holograms. The hostile buyout method used by the founder and his brother to acquire the locale earned them both considerable ire from the Sisterhood, who still consider the conversion of their chapel to a house of ill repute as the gravest of blasphemies and corruptions. While often wild enough to drown out the noise of the industrial workshops surrounding it, the nightclub offers a sophisticated atmosphere rarely encountered even on the core worlds.

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Currently operated by the founder’s brother, Tetsuo Shogaatsu, the Guiding Hand serves another lesser-known purpose besides giving fun-starved rock peckers a place to cut loose. Pushing through the drug-maddened capacity crowd brings one to an unremarkable brushed steel door toward the rear of the club, where few are permitted to tread - behind this door, it is rumoured that the fates of corporations are plotted and written upon the whims of a select cadre of powerful men and women. These card-carrying members of the Guiding Hand Social Club can often be found as patrons of the establishment, whether merely navigating the throng of bodies to sequester themselves away in their private lounge, or loosening their ties, lighting expensive cigars, and immersing themselves fully in the festivities.

Spurred by frequent protests on behalf of the Sisters of Eve, local CONCORD authorities have in recent times began paying closer attention to the regular patrons of the Guiding Hand. While no proof has been procured, the outraged Sisterhood fervently claims that a terrorist mercenary outfit operates out of the nightclub, peddling not only contraband and narcotics, but murder for hire - even though no concrete link has yet been made between the Guiding Hand’s owners and various potential clients surveilled to pass through its doors, area law enforcement agencies are not about to allow a potentially destabilizing criminal element to thrive.

The Guiding Hand Social Club is located in the main concourse of the Hyasyoda Corporation mining outpost orbiting the fifth planet of Wirashoda system, overlooking the magnificent Solari Constructs treasured by the Sisters of Eve as one of the nine wonders of our galaxy. Cover charge is fifteen kred. Dress code strictly enforced - dress for success.