From: bcash@crchh410.BNR.CA (Brian Cash)
Subject: Re: [Kyna] intro
Reply-To: bcash@crchh410.BNR.CA (Brian Cash)
Organization: Bell-Northern Research Ltd.
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1992 17:47:57 GMT

In article <1992Dec11.015043.29582@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>,
strake@coos.dartmouth.edu (strake) writes:
|>
|>Kyna giggled at the man's embarrassment, and looked over at the band.
|>She like the clothes the ladies were wearing. Looking down at her own
|>tattered rags, she wished she had something decent of her own. But first,
|>she could eat. Hopefully anything she wanted. This kind man seemed
|>willing to buy her a meal, so she was going to take advantage of it.
|>Scanning over the menu, she recognized only a couple of things, but one
|>of them was a good old fashioned juicy burger. Excited, she reached across
|>the table and pointed to the burger and and a ginger ale. Biting her lip
|>again, she gave the man hopeful smile.

"Waitress! Two burgers and a couple of ginger ales!"
One of the barmaids walks over, and with a sweet smile,
shows our hero how to use the auto-order console to his right.
Blushing, Arthur types in the order.

|>	She suddenly realized that he had just introduced himself to her.
|>She had been so excited about the thought of food, that she had completely
|>ignored the introduction. Arthur... Arthur something, oh it didn't matter.
|>Her bubbling excitement stopped for a moment as she wondered if Arthur
|>could understand her. Oh no matter, she could always write it down if it
|>was important.
|>	Kyna started waving her hands in a series of gestures. [for anyone
|>who would know sign language, who might be watching, she says Hi, my name
|>is Kyna. Do you understand sign? If so thank you very much for buying me
|>dinner.] then looks in anticipation to see if Arthur would respond.
|>
                                      
His response was internal panic.  Oh, jefron! She's deaf!  Or is she
just mute?, he thinks to himself.  I hope she can read and write!
"Um...I'm sorry, but I don't know sign.  Can you write?"
He hands her a piece of paper and a pen.
<scrible-scrible>
"Oh! Kyna! Pretty name. Oh, here's the food!"
A robo-server scoots over and places the food on the table.
/ENJOY YOUR MEALS/
Arthur begins eating, deep in thought about what to do about
the girl.  He has forgotten about the satchel he found moments
before...

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In a dark alley, a figure rises up.
He is dressed all in black; the type of clothes
that look like they only come in black.
"What happened...?"
"What happened, Mr. Shiv, is a very expensive drug that I slipped
in your drink."
Must be, thought Meric Shiv, made it passed both my AND Haven's 
detectors.  But then, Raldon had money to spare.
"I leave you now, Mr. Shiv, with my associates. I am sure they will
get what I need out of you."  
"What bad vid did this guy crawl out of?" Meric mumbles to himself.
With a smile, Raldon turns his fat (but very well dressed) body 
away from Meric and leaves the alley.  He gets in a hover-limo 
and skims away slowly.
Meric looks up at the two goons Raldon left behind:  the first
is a thin, mean looking character, holding the disruptor; the
other is an ugly lump of muscle.
"Now then..." the first starts.
"Where's my bag." Meric interupts.
"What bag?  Stop trying to get out of..."
A black blur whips through the alley.  There is an 'Ohmph!', a disruptor 
shot flares off, and then everything is quiet.
"Too bad you didn't know," Meric says as he dusts off his cloak,
"it might have extended your life another three minutes."
Meric slips out of the alley leaving the two lifeless bodies behind.
"Now to find my bag..."


Admin: Meric is a merc.  He is 5' 8", slight build, moderate looks
   (if you overlook is personality), dark hair, fair skin, and is 
    in his mid 20's. Most of his jobs are the 'dirty deeds' type.

Brian /-|-\