Message no. 1

From:	"Jason Carter, Nightstalker" <CARTER@***.EDU>
Subject:	Powerhouse Rescue III
Date:	Thu, 18 Nov 1993 13:40:58 -0800

>>>>>[ Well, the sword was kinda my fault. I decided that bring
Powerhouse's
sword along. I figured that it would help me get him to come back around. I
knew he at least had a vague idea who I was.

So anyway. When the grand melee broke out, Jules had ordered PH to kill us.
He moved around the side of the melee, rather slowly since he was confused by
Fenris's Hearth Spirit. I moved to intercept him and we were more or less
by ourselves off to the side of the battle.

I unstrapped the sword from my back and held it infront of me. He glared at
it and them me, but did not attack. I started to talk to him about all the
goodtimes we had before. It confused him more. I then moved close to him and
handed him his sword.

I asked him if he recognized it. He stared at the scabbard for a few seconds
and then pulled to out. His face lit up when he saw the runes on the blade.
He said it was very familar, but it felt strange, different, disconnected. He
ran his hand down the blade tracing the runes while I explained to him how it
had been broken. I had just about gotten through to him when Jules ordered him
to kill me.

He took several steps back and swung the sword over his head to hit me. I
dodged to the side and kicked his left elbow, forcing him to drop the sword.
He lit up his Killing Hand and we went at it tooth and nail. Powerhouse is
good, very good. Even though he was confused by the spirit, he was still my
match.

At some point I had spun him around and he noticed the spirit behind him. He
just reached out and ripped it apart. I planted a solid kick in his back, but
when he turned back to face me he was an entirely differnt man. I guess knowing
that I was trying to trick him really pissed him off. He came at me hard and
fast. Injured and all, Powerhouse was going to tear me apart. I parried off
as many of his attacks as I could, but he was slipping some past and hitting
me rather hard. I was about to mana bolt him when he just fell over.

Standing right behind him was I.B.A., cyberarm extended. He looked at me and
said, "Frag! I hate to do that to a chummer." ]<<<<<
-- Cerise <13:49:49/11-18-54>