From: Mark Stroud

Part I (cont'd)
 
*Narration
To the Main Complex came a lone man.    
 
He was walking easy when they first saw him.  His brown eyes 
were barely visible underneath the flat-crowned, flat-brimmed 
black hat, he was wearing.  His facial features resembled that 
of a hawk.  He was a powerfully built man, with broad shoulders,
and thin waist.  Most people would guess his weight to be around
160 lbs., and they were wrong.  He weighed an even 180 lbs., in
his stocking feet.
 
As he approached, an old blood soaked, bandage became 
visible underneath his hat. His long brown hair hung down past 
his collar and he had three days growth of beard, and on his 
left cheek, were remnants of dried blood and dust from a head 
wound from days past. He was wearing a dark, dust covered 
black cloak, and only a person with a trained eye would have 
known about the Reflecto armor he was wearing, and the Herculean 
and Xendrix, which he concealed underneath.  The Herculean and 
Xendrix hung from his shoulders by straps for quick action, and 
this had saved his life many times.
 
When he heard female voices, he stopped and listened.
 
SX>A Hazy Mist came up from the ground and Surrounded me.  It spoke
SX>to me.  'If a black cat crosses your path, cross his' It said.
SX>What do you suppose that means?
 
One of the voices he recognized right away,  "aaahhh" he said to 
himself, "Suprax! A mighty warrior she is!"  He had heard many 
stories about Suprax and had his Trikorder stolen from by her a 
time or two.  He laughs to himself, remembering the time that he
had his revenge.  He had found her camp on the wastelands, and 
she must have had a hard day because she was literally out cold.
He proceeded to steal her Reflecto, Herculean and Xendrix and replaced
them with Leather, a Trilasim, and steel chain.  He would have loved
to have seen the look on her face when she woke up, but knew better
than to stick around.
 
IH>"There be a despicable rogue afoot an he be distroyin' me base
IH>joost ta steel me Trikorder!  Da raskle is too lazy ta be gettin'
IH>his own ya know!  This highwayman is known ta most of us by  da 
IH>name o' "Duck".
 
The other voice he recognized as Irish.  "Silly woman!" he thought to
himself.  "She should have known better to have messed with me in the
first place.  Accusing me of blowing her base, to steal her Trikorder!"
He laughs to himself again, remembering that he did just that.  He had
heard that Suprax had given her one, and knew it would be allot easier 
to blow Irish's base to get it, than to venture down to level 5 and get
himself poisoned from one of the Hydrite Guards.  So naturally he took
the easiest route and blew Irish's base. He would have killed her if he had
to, to get it, but luck shined on him that day.  It turned out that
the Trikorder was left in the supply room of her base and he didn't have
to kill her.  He laughed again, remembering what he heard after he had
stolen the Trikorder.  It seemed that he had heard wrong about Suprax 
giving Irish the Trikorder.  It turned out that Suprax and Irish were
sharing the Trikorder.  
 
He chuckles as he walks away.  Pulling the Trikorder out of his pouch,
he turns the dials.  Hoping to find the Oracle one more time before he
went inside to talk to Barl. (He had already found him twice that day.)
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