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From: kellogg@ducvax.auburn.edu
Subject: [Foxx]  Long night a'comin'
Organization: Auburn University, AL
Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1993 21:31:37 GMT

>He wipes his brow quickly, and turns to the various nervous attendants,
>chiefly, the diminutive Elly, "Thank you very much, young lady.  I think
>you saved his life."

Chris, unaware that his operating table was in fact alive, blinks as it
forms a humanoid head which speaks rather politely.

}The shapeshifter, Floop, has been watching the procedure with interest, and 
}now turns to Doctor Foxx and says, "My transport is nearby.  If provide me
}with directions you could, to a medical facility, I will take this one there."

Foxx closes his eyes for a moment, "The main medical hospital here is on
Krankenstrasse.  About half a kilometer down the strip as you approach
the Marketplace.  Please, have them keep me advised."

[Admin:  Ok, so I made it up.  So sue me.]

Chris suddenly snaps his finger as he remembers something.  "It seems I'm
on call for a lot of people...  Harry, I sure could use some coffee.  It's
one of those nights...."

2G Scott
Dr. Foxx
From: fogelinc@nmr1.Cyanamid.COM (Carl Fogelin)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: [TB-F] A ride in the desert
Date: 28 Jan 1993 17:55:28 GMT
Organization: American Cyanamid Company
Distribution: world
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The sandskimmer was zipping a mere meter over the sandy floor, occasionally
changing directions.  To anyone who watched it for awhile, they would have
assumed it was doing a search pattern, which would be correct.

The vehicle contained two occupants, one driving and the other with binoculars
slowly scanning the area.

"How come we got this detail" grumbled the driver.

"Just lucky I guess" answered the other one.  "Right place, right time."

"Bull!  Juno has something against me.  I know's it.  This his way of getting
back."  The driver wiped his brow and said "Dang, I'm tired of this shit.  What
say you and I give it 10 more minutes, then we go back.  I could use a beer!"

"Nope.  I want to be thorough.  If there's a crashed freighter out here, I'm going
to find it.  It's important."

"Hrmph!" said the driver as they jagged into the next line of the search pattern.

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   Up the long ladder and down the short rope,
   To Hell with King Billy and God bless the Pope. -- traditional
From: tap2368@venus.tamu.edu (PYE, TOMASO ANTHONY)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Where's Dr. Foxx?
Date: 24 Jan 1993 17:23 CST
Organization: Texas A&M University, Academic Computing Services
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     Jake stands up from the bar, turns around and addresses all in the 'Rest.
"Has anyone seen Dr. Foxx?", his hollow, metallic voice resounds through out
the entire pub.  He leans back against the bar, waiting for a reply.

                      -- Jake Ehteran

********************************************************************************
Tomaso Pye
tap2368@venus.tamu.edu

Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
From: kellogg@ducvax.auburn.edu
Subject: [Foxx} Where's Dr. Foxx?
Organization: Auburn University, AL
Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1993 16:01:14 GMT

}     Jake stands up from the bar, turns around and addresses all in the 'Rest.
}"Has anyone seen Dr. Foxx?", his hollow, metallic voice resounds through out
}the entire pub.  He leans back against the bar, waiting for a reply.

"Over here, Jake." calls Chris as he works on Malachi.  "I took those cell
samples you gave me and started cloning that larynx you wanted.  But I'm
a little busy right now..."

Foxx frowns at the blood, the coagulants are working, but there's been a
fair amount lost.  "Victor, watch the blood volume please, and start
synthisizing some appropriate plasma.  This fellow isn't *quite* human.
See the fingers?"

Chris then tosses over his shoulder,"Mas?  You ought to get a private booth
for surgery.  Despite the 'no weapons' rule this is the second time tonight..."

Finally satisfied with the internal damage, Foxx turns to the entry wound and
cautorizes it with a quick burst from the laser scalpul.  "Done."

He wipes his brow quickly, and turns to the various nervous attendants,
chiefly, the diminutive Elly, "Thank you very much, young lady.  I think
you saved his life."

Scott
Dr. Foxx
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 15:06:02 EST
From: <BLL102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: Ehteran returns
Distribution: world

In article <20JAN199320025693@venus.tamu.edu>, tap2368@venus.tamu.edu (PYE,
TOMASO ANTHONY) says:

>      A piercing blue-white light appears inside the 'Rest, just beyond the
>guard drone.  All eyes are drawn to the light as it begins to expand and
>take form.  The light disappears as sudd enly as it came, leaving behind
>Jake Ehteran, who hands his weapons to the guard drone and strides over to the
>bar.

>     He seats himself and calls to Harry, "Bacardi, and leave the bottle."
>Harry places the bottle and a glass before him.  Jake smiles as Harry goes
>back to polishing glasses.

"I've had it up ta here with this glass polishin'" Harry muttered to himself
as he flung a hand up to the general direction of the top of his head to
punctuate his point.  "It's getting to where that's all people think I do
around here.  At least this guy ordered a drink" he continued to grumble.

>     The doors open violently as a rather brash military officer storms in.
>As he enters, he yells, "Ehteran!  Why do you persist in harrassing me?!?
>I want you to get your ship off of my building, NOW!"

Harry, recognizing Gostalv, discreetly reached under the bar for the
small device that was hidden there for the purpose of "convincing" unruly
customers to leave the Rest.  The weapons detector had been programmed to
ignore this particular device, as it was for the protection of the bar.
As Harry watched the continuing saga between Gostalv and Jake, however,
he decided that Gostalv was only blustering again, and represented no serious
threat to either the clientele, or the day's relative peace.  He eased the
device back into its location near the tunnel entrance.

>     Gostalv turns around smartly, cursing under his breath, and walks out
>the door.  Jake takes a shot of the rum and leans back against the bar,
>waiting for something to happen.

"Nicely handled.  That guy is a buffoon" Harry remarked offhandedly to Jake.
"Looks like you two know each other pretty well" he added.

Harry dumped the remainder of the bar's supply of SpacePeanuts (TM) into a bowl
 and set it in front of Jake.  "Here's something to go with the rum" he told
the younger man.  "You back for good?" Harry asked.

****************************
Belinda LeFor (bll102@psuvm.psu.edu












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From: justinf@cco.caltech.edu (Justin Fang)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: [ADMIN] Re: Tech List?
Followup-To: alt.pub.havens-rest
Date: 22 Jan 1993 05:12:03 GMT
Organization: none whatsoever
Distribution: world
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In article <C185xG.5C1@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>,
Robert.T.Warfield@dartmouth.edu (Robert T. Warfield) wrote: 
>   Is anyone doing the Technical list/manual that was sugested? If not
> then I'll do it.

I was planning to do it, but help and suggestions are greatly
appreciated... With any luck I'll send out the preliminary version this
weekend.

> Robert T. Warfield@dartmouth.edu

Justin Fang (justinf@cco.caltech.edu)
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From: 31974p@d1.dartmouth.edu (Nile Barrabas)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: [Holt & Smith] Discussion
Date: 24 Jan 93 23:09:11 GMT
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Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH
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In article <C1DqxG.7CM@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>
Robert.T.Warfield@dartmouth.edu (Robert T. Warfield) writes:


> >   "I am aware of your ships lack of armaments" Holt replied. "do you have
> > proof of your authorization for your other equipment? Also there is the
> > damage to your ship. There is now way that anything less than a full
> > Dreadnaught caused them.
> 
>   As for my authorization, Here is my I.D. disk." John took a small
> wafer from a pocket of his jumpsuit and handed it to Captain Holt. "And
> as for the damage, you're right. I WAS attacked by a dreadnought. They
> had a disagreement as to the fate of my cargo. When I refused to stop
> for inspection of my vessel they opened fire. Now for a question of my
> own captain,when do I get to see my ship?"
> 

  Captian Holt put the I.D. disk in his reader. Sure enough, The
equipment was authorized. Holt read a little further and was surprised
at what he found. The personell record read.

  Name: John Edgar Smith
  Rank: Admiral, Imperial navy (ret)
  Awrads: Imperial Medal of Valor(2), Imperial Commendation Medal,
Purple                   
          Heart(5),{ the list went on...}
  Dependants: Wife, Heather Smith (deceased)
              Daughter, Lisa Smith (deceased)

  "Sir," Holt began "I had no idea that you were Admiral Smith. I
served under you in the Orinth liberation before I came here." He
returned the disk. "As for your ship, we can deliver you to her
imeadiatly. Unfortunatly, very little is operative. Intersystem
thrusters are about all that's left. Even life support and grav systems
are down. If you will follow me to the bridge, We'll take you there
now."

  
-* No sig yet *-
From: Robert.T.Warfield@dartmouth.edu (Robert T. Warfield)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: [Holt & Smith] Discussion
Date: 24 Jan 93 22:39:15 GMT
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Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH
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In article <C1DqFz.6tK@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>
Nile Barrabas <31974p@d1.dartmouth.edu> writes:

> In article <C1DpIL.5Mw@dartvax.dartmouth.edu> Robert T. Warfield,
> Robert.T.Warfield@dartmouth.edu writes:
> >>   Captain Holt barely had time to reach his office and get settled when
> >> John Smith entered the room. " Have a seat Mr. Smith, I have some
> >> important questions to ask you.
> >>   Smith sat down gently. His head was still giving him trouble. "Before
> >> you begin Captain " he said " I would like to thank you for saving my
> >> life."
> >>   "You're welcome" Holt replied " Now, let's get down to the matter at
> >> hand. Our scans of your ship revealed evidence of military equipment
> >> inside your ship. In particular, your drive, shields, and powerplant
> are
> >> almost identical to those on a destroyer class vessel. Would you care
> to
> >> explain this?"
> > 
> >  "Simple answer to that question, Captain." John replied " They ARE
> >military shields, drive and powerplant. Or at least what's left of them
> >are. And before you ask, I am authorized to have them. Also, your scans
> >should have shown that my ship is weaponless."
> 
>   "I am aware of your ships lack of armaments" Holt replied. "do you have
> proof of your authorization for your other equipment? Also there is the
> damage to your ship. There is now way that anything less than a full
> Dreadnaught caused them.

  As for my authorization, Here is my I.D. disk." John took a small
wafer from a pocket of his jumpsuit and handed it to Captain Holt. "And
as for the damage, you're right. I WAS attacked by a dreadnought. They
had a disagreement as to the fate of my cargo. When I refused to stop
for inspection of my vessel they opened fire. Now for a question of my
own captain,when do I get to see my ship?"

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* King of the Brittons!          * Who are the Brittons anyway?      *
* I am, you are, we all are the  *                                   *
* Brittons and I am your king!   * Well, I didn't vote for you.      *
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Robert T. Warfield@dartmouth.edu
From: 31974p@d1.dartmouth.edu (Nile Barrabas)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: [Holt & Smith] Discussion
Date: 24 Jan 93 21:57:57 GMT
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  Captain Holt barely had time to reach his office and get settled when
John Smith entered the room. " Have a seat Mr. Smith, I have some
important questions to ask you.
  Smith sat down gently. His head was still giving him trouble. "Before
you begin Captain " he said " I would like to thank you for saving my
life."
  "You're welcome" Holt replied " Now, let's get down to the matter at
hand. Our scans of your ship revealed evidence of military equipment
inside your ship. In particular, your drive, shields, and powerplant are
almost identical to those on a destroyer class vessel. Would you care to
explain this?"



*Still working on sig.*
From: v076jy2p@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Capt'n Quaalude)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: [RR] Re: [Malachai] Things take a downturn
Summary: Weirder and weirder
Date: 23 Jan 93 23:51:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

>>Up at the bar, the strange being known as Floop turned away from his bucket of
>>salt water.  Excusing himself from his conversation, he moved across the room 
>>to the knot of people.  "Fighter I am not," he said in his odd, vaguely liquid
>>voice, "But some medicine I know.  Allow examination, please."  What happened 
>>next took most of the people watching aback, as the short humanoid seemed to 
>>melt, flowing across the wounded musician, probing and examining.  Without 
>>reforming, the blob spoke again.  "Serious this wound is.  Arteries struck.
>>To a hospital, he must go."  With that, the blob flowed under Malachai, shifting
>>form again.  Within seconds, Malachai rested on a gurney, which spoke in Floop's
>>voice:  "Someone must push, please."

	Major Havoc watched from the bar as his amorphous "Buddy" attended to
the bleeding fellow on the ground.  'Nice guy, helping out a stranger like
that.' He thought, 'could be useful.'

>Nona's eyebrows looked like they were trying to migrate north for the winter.
>"Uhhhh, *right*," she said, not convinced. She looked up at Lita. "Girlfriend?"
> 
>"I'm on it." Lita jumped down from the bandstand. "Harry! Call Doctor Foxx
>at the 'Port-- tell him we're en route! And keep people away from our
>instruments, okay? Ree, stay with Kyna-- we'll be back."

	Havoc finished his drink and dropped a cred on the table for a tip.

>Ree nodded. Lita retrived a large rifle from the guard-droid, slung it
>over her back, and grabbed Floop/gurney. "Let's go, girlfriend!"
> 
>Nona looked behind her to see if anyone was following, and they left.

	Havoc picked up his pistol from the Bouncer-droid and cried after the 
pair as they left.

Havoc:  Hey wait for me!

	Unknown to Havoc, a figure from the shadows fired a tracking device
from across the room and it was now safely attached to the back of his collar.
The figure rose, walked to the bar, and dropped a H&R Merc company credit
card.  On the card was written 'Edward Glin, Lawyer'.  Ed smiled and looked
at the door as it closed.

Ed: 	This one's on the company.  It just became a business dinner.
From: masticol@cadenza.rutgers.edu (Steve Masticola)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: ADMIN: Flaw Thread is Full
Date: 21 Jan 93 22:37:07 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

Hi, all,

Sorry to have to do this, but I've got to close the Flaw thread to
newcomers. We've now got five people on it, three subthreads going,
and managing it is starting to be un-fun. So thanks, but we can't take
on any more.

BTW, it's easy and fun to start your own thread, like Mithrandir says.
And there's a whole lot of Rift left to explore. F'r instance, why
hasn't mining panned out on Alice? Who built Serendipity, anyway, and
are they still around somewhere? Insert own inquiry here, and contact
some of the people who are milling around Haven's now.

- Steve (masticol@cs.rutgers.edu).
From: masticol@cadenza.rutgers.edu (Steve Masticola)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Flaw and Paw: Just Say No to Thugs
Date: 22 Jan 93 01:30:18 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

fogelinc@nmr1.Cyanamid.COM (Carl Fogelin) writes:

>The fellow who was watching them pulled out a CommBox and said quietly
>"Fleeter!  This is Milkyway.  Subjects are climbing into a late-model
>blue Chromo.  Did you tag that one?  Over"

>>"Hit it."
>>
>>The hover lifted, banked, and swerved into the afternoon traffic.

>It was followed by a small racing Turbo-scooter.  Fleeter tried not
>to make it obvious that he was following the hovercraft, but he didn't
>have experience tailing people.

"Goddam squid," Yellow growled, glancing at the rearview display.

"All garbanzos and no brains," Blue agreed. "Lose 'im."

Yellow swerved the Chromo across lanes and through levels. Somehow,
the scooter hung on, weaving wildly through traffic. The kid was
utterly unskilled, but he was willing to take chances, and so far he
had survived.

Five minutes of Brownian motion through the Complex at 250 klicks. It
was becoming obvious that Yellow would not lose the tail by random
evasion. The scooter could match the hover for speed, and was more
maneuverable. Yellow would have to outsmart his pursuer.

"Extreme measures?"

"Yeah. Where's nearest?"

"P.D.T."

Yellow dived the hover into the Planetary Defense Tunnel. Traffic was
nearly solid in both directions. The scooter was following right
behind; a lorry was ahead.

Blue watched the traffic radar. There was a temporary break in
oncoming traffic. "Go." 

Yellow passed the lorry. It was a highly illegal maneuver. The
scooter split lanes to catch up. 

Yellow heard the *SMACK* as the scooter ran into the militia post
between the lanes. Slowly, a smile spread across his homely face.

"Makes you feel like a million creds, don't it?" said Blue.

"Yeah."
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From: smurphy@unix1.tcd.ie (Mithrandir(S))
Subject: [Salrak] Guff
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 10:51:08 GMT

    Salrak sat back in the air car, thinking.
  He'd been here about a fortnight now, in lieu of taking a break.
 He'd found the Rest, and it was a nice place to stay. At least nobody
 seemed to recognise him, from what he could tell.
   This planet had it's rough parts, that was for sure, but he'd seen
worse. But what he really needed was something to do. He needed to pull
off another scam, or do a heist, or something lucrative and fun.
  Besides, I only got a couple of years left, aint I?
  Yep, you sure do, S.

  He drove around, or rather above, quietly, the radio chattering away
like nobody's business. He flipped the switch and turned it off. He was
in reminiscence mode, so much so that only narrowly avoided a
communications tower.

  "Jeez! Keep yer eyes on the road, ya twit! Yer not goin' blind as
well, y'know!" he berated himself.
  It was nearly dawn at this stage.
 Cigarettes! Out of cigarettes.

   He descended beside a shop called Mirv's Newsagent.
  Walking in, he got fourty cigs and a can of diet Peps-up (Hah!)
  "You got any food worth eating?", he asked, taking out a credstick.
  "Sure! How about some cereal ?"
  Shake of the head.
  "Crisps, sir?"
  Shake of the head.
  "Chocolate ?"
  Pause to consider, shake head quickly.
  "Nah. You get any of them synth-coconut bikkies in?"
  "Of course, sir, how many would you like?"
  "Just the one pack. Oh, and a microwave pizza, all on. And the local 
  newspaper."
  "Ermm, we only have newschips, sir"
  "Which ones ?"
  "Rift Times, Serendipity Herald, Colony Tribune."
  "Times, I reckon."
  "Yes sir, very good sir."

   On his way out, Salrak noticed that the suns were rising.
  He got into the car, sat down, popped open the microwave, and lashed
the  pizza in.
   Something in the back of his mind clicked.
   "Some jerk's been following me!"
   Earlier in the night, he'd seen a Ford Ground Mustang with some guy
in it, apparently hanging on for someone. But he'd seen him later when
that Blue-skined punk had jumped him.
   Now, here he was again, outside the newsagents, just staning on the
sidewalk, waiting casually.
     Something was definitely up.

   Salrak engaged the engine. He was going back to the Rest. It was the
safest place he could think of at the moment.

--
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to the Address in the header. It is borrowed, cause my newsfeed
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From: smurphy@unix1.tcd.ie (Mithrandir(S))
Subject: [Salrak] Gad! My back aches!!
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 11:35:24 GMT


    Salrak sat in his air car, relaxing with a bottle of Adilian Whiskey
beside him. The car was landed, and the radio playing away merrily.
  
  "This is Channel 9.4", sang the radio "Serendipity's no.1 station.
  Hi there! I'm your host , Lig Kthanari, and this is the news at 26:45.

   There was another explosion in the Complex today, in Market Square
once again. This time, 62 year old Galfod, Trekar Treet, was severely 
injured when an explosive device went off under his stall.
  Trekar was known well for his fair sale policy.
  
   
    And tonight, the Arbaran Mega-Freighter "Walzakar" has docked around
Alice. The Walzakar is one of the largest Mega-Freighters to have
arrived since the Riftstorms thirty-five years ago. 

   This just in. The colony guard  has issued a warning to the general
 populace to stay at home unless it's an emergency. The predicted
reports of a cold winter frost appear to be correct, and driving
conditions both in the air and on the ground will be hazardous.

   In three days time, the Novogrand space probe will be launched into 
Rift 347 Epsilon. This Rift recently formed closer than most others only
twelve weeks ago. The Rift Monitors (inc.) wish to study it and see if
it's just a freak, like Rift 289 Delta which caused much worry three
years ago. "

    Salrak flipped off the radio. Same trash on it again.
  Yah, probably time to get back to the Rest and get sleep.
  He started up the engine on the air-car.

    The door opened suddenly and Large hands grabbed Salrak by the
collar and reefed him out of the car.
   Salrak's head swam as he hit the dirt, his Adilian whiskey not
helping matters at all.
   He turned and wiped the mud out of his eyes quickly, to see the
figure, who looked like a blue-skinned Body-builder about 8 feet tall
spare hima glance and make for the hover car.

   The figure reached the car, climbed in.
 Salrak heard it give a whoop of joy, and close the cockpit.
 The engine started.

  Salrak reached into a large pocket on his coat, and removed a small
keyboard unit with flip-top screen and a small joystick.

   "Some people think I'm nobody's fool " he muttered, and activated the
unit.

     Instantly the screen came to life, and Salrak grabbed a hold of the
joystick. He pulled it left, flicking a red switch.

  Suddenly the air-car began whirling about in an anit-clockwise
direction. The "Pilot" was pushed up against the windshield.

   The car stopped, and then sped around the other way.

   A guard watched with mirth.
  Finally, the car landed gently.
  Salrak went over, complaining about his back, and opened the cockpit.
 The blue-skinned guy fell out and threw up. And again.

  Salrak got back into the car without so much as a by-your-leave, and 
flew it back to the Rest in peace.
 
 

--
  To those tryiong to get in touch with Mithrandir, do not email
to the Address in the header. It is borrowed, cause my newsfeed
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