From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: A New Arrival at Haven's Rest
Date: 26 Jan 93 17:54:35 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

>        One day and 100 million miles later. . .
>        "Can you get me on an official frequency to contact ground control, 
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>Battleaxe to Ground Control of the planet below, requesting landing clearance."
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         "Sir?" The young ensign asked from his console.
         "What is it ensign?" PW replied.
         "We're are receiving a signal from an unknown ship calling itself
the H.M.F Battleaxe reqesting clearence to land.  Sensors had picked them up
a whieago and they seem to have come from a previously unknown rift."
	 "Well, don't you think we should let them rest themselves ensign? 
Give them landing clearence and get a squad together. Tell me when they land."
         "Yes SIr!"
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>        "This is Serindipity Control, Captain.  You are cleared for landing on 
>Scalar Field, follow the beacon on frequency. . ."
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>        One landing later. . .
>        "Alright, they seem to be ignoring us," said Captain FitzGerald.  "I 
>and Chief Musson will go out and try to find out what's going on in this place. 
> Until then, I want you to stay on the ship and keep it under guard.  Number 
>One, break out the weapons.  We'll be back as soon as possible."
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>for there." commented Chief Musson.

>        "Haven's Rest," read Captain FitzGerald.  "This looks like as close an 
>approxamation of a Gentleman's Club as we could hope to find in this impossible 
>place."
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>        Entering the establishment the pair come upon the guard. . .
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>        Any patrons sitting in the Haven's Rest see two men walk in.  The 
>apparent leader of the two stands 6'6" and appears to weigh about 200lbs.  His 
>hair is steel gray and he has a full beard.  His eyes are a very deep shade of 
>blue, but they are also very stern and commanding.  He is wearing what is 
>obviously a uniform.  He has a blue jacket and white cap, both with lots of 
>gold braid, a sash and three badges, and black trousers.  He also has a 
>respectable amount of medals on his chest board.  The other man is about 5'8" 
>and 180lbs.,  but built like a football player.  His hair is brown and his 
>brown eyes are constantly looking for threats.  He is wearing a similar 
>uniform, but with no braid.  He also has a respectable number of medals on his 
>chest board.
>        They approach the bar.  When they reach it, the one in charge says to 
>the bartender, "Hello my good man, I just realized that I have an important 
>question for you.  Does this establishment accept the British Pound?"
         Mas looked up at the obvious newcomer. Pound sir? I'm sorry but the
only think we take at the moment is the colonies money {ADMIN: What IS are 
money called anyways?} and the basic precious metals and crystals.  We can open
up a tab for yo however until you can get yor accounts in order.
    PW entered the bar and looked around until he saw what he took were the 
newcomers.  Wasnt very often that you saw someone comew in here who wore what
looked like a full dress uniform.  He chuckled to him self about what was 
coming up next.  This might be fun he thought.

Don Shaffer
dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu 
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PS. HeHe, as asked, welcome to the wonderful world of beurocracy. :)