| From: | Sascha Pabst <Sascha.Pabst@**********.UNI-OLDENBURG.DE> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | ODIN - On the way... |
| Date: | Thu, 27 Nov 1997 22:26:49 +0000 |
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/trigger: Thesaurus(Dead)
/who: Canis
/who: Ramon Kojawesky
/to: Invasion_Force.1, Lynch
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-- Canis <21:20:41/11-27-58>
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>>>>>[ After Orion helped me to set up this thingy, I suppose it's time
to fill it so it makes sense should I bite it on this run. If you are
reading this, I am probably dead. Or considered "MIA, probably Dead" or
whatever the unifor types call it.
Well... we are on our way to the Yemen war theatre. Some surprise on
our way out - Celt showed up. We got this from the Banshee's
surveillance cameras:
+++++Begin Download: Banshee.mov
This is the back room of the Banshee. Most of the tables are moved near
the wall, on some food is piled. The room is filled with people of all
metatypes, none of which could be called "trustworthy". In one corner,
a human displays amazing feats with small flames that chase themselves
over his spread-out hands. He's clad in a fine suit of screaming
primary colors. A beatiful red-head with legs up to her belly watches
him, her face displaying a mix of amusement and disaproval while
talking to another woman, this one black-haired - Okami in human form.
In the center of the room, you see Fohdytoo dancing wildly with Ms
Ellie, several other people arround laughing and applauding, some also
dancing. Near the bar, Canis is chatting with a sparely clad
good-looking woman, who's laughing a lot and obviously having a good
time, and a musculous male with shoulder-long redish blond hair.
Among the other guests, you recognize only Jani and Sgt Davids, two
mercenaries accompanying Fohdytoo, but people seem to have a good time.
Suddenly (there always is a 'suddenly' in these footages, you
recognize) the door to the main room opens, and a woman enters. Silver
and auburn hair, and a swirling celtic knotwork tattoo on the left
cheek. The people who have been with the Invasion_Force.1 all fall
silent, staring at the newcomer. After a few seconds that appear
silent, although the music and the chatter continues, Canis excuses
himself from the other two, and approaches the attractive newcomer. The
two beautiful women who had been talking near the magician in the
corner - vanish.
+++++ Pause Replay
Orion managed to get a sound recording of the talk I've added...
+++++ Cont Replay
"...Celt, " Canis says, sounding really surprised.
"You have changed, " she replys with strong irish accent, "poisond your
aura!"
"The price had to be paid at my second birth," Canis answers, touching
the scar running down his cheek, "Things have been..." his voice fails.
"Heard as much. You - " she glances around the room - "said you needed
help. I am here."
"Great. We leave in... " Canis' face gets still for half a second, then
he continues, "about 105 minutes. Relax. Have a drink. You can drop
your stuff there, " he points at a heap of backpacks in one corner of
the room, "we will talk on the way."
Celt nods, and moves into the room.
+++++ End Download: Banshee.mov
We had a difficult time to explain another member to the people at the
base, but heck, somehow being an "irregular asset" seems to provide
some freedoms :-) ]<<<<<
-- Canis <22:23:45/11-27-58>
