Date: Mon, 13 Feb 1995 20:51:34 -0500 (EST) From: Alvin Plummer Subject: Eight characters Even more characters to add to a Regency/Imperial campagin: .................... Luke Gurewich Born: 1158 Cleric, Entertainer, Political Leader Age: 42 UPP 934938-A Born and resides on: Cyan (Pax Rulin, Trojan Reach/2102 C469AB9-B S Hi 210 RE F6 V M7 V) Six terms as an entertainer. Language: Cyaneesi - (10) Recruiting 2 (10) [NOTE: can speak no Anglic] Enviromental Suit 2 (6) Leadership 4 (12) Swimming 2 (6) Persuasion 4 (12) Acrobat 1 (4) Theology 4 (7) History 1 (4) Instruction 2 (10) Computer 0 (3) Possessions: 300,000 Cr; most of it tied up in his home and retirement funds. Family: one wife, 2 small sons (ages 5 and 3) Appearance: Short & wiry, with thick, wavy black hair. Dark brown skin, his eyes are naturally brown, but he wears yellow contacts for more fashionably `manly' look. Usually clothed with TL B "sprayed on" fabrics, topped off with Devil's breaches and a brown/silver `head-cape', similar to Arab headgear, but no fabric covering the top of his head. Personality: Vigourous and excitable, the kind of man who will try to right a wrong as soon as he sees it, without regard to the consequences. Adores his patron god, his family and his political followers. Will never intentionally cause anyone pain, unless it's absolutely unavoidable. History: He was just another minor TV personality when he first got involved in the Hetot M, a political organization that wants the democratically-elected Regency Planetary Resident to control domestic affairs also, thus becoming the defacto head of government rather than the current non-charismatic dictator Fieerield e'Orentav, President of Cyan for the last 17 years. Of course, e'Orentav is not pleased at all: he considers Citizen Gurewich to be "a threat to social harmony", often placing him under house arrest and conducting petty harrasment against him. The Resident, placed in a delicate diplomatic position, has worked hard to distant herself from Gurewich's campagin while trying to persuade e'Orentav to soften the `fascist-lite' nature of his government, giving the general public a greater voice in planetary affair's. Throughout the Regency - and on Cyan - public opinion view Gurewich as a folk hero, a speaker for the Average Joe, uncontrolled by The Man. The high level of Regency media attention has forced the dictator to avoid taking `extreme measures' to deal with Gurewich, instead relying on an unsuccessful slander campagin. Despite his importance to the Hetot M, Gurewich insist's on spending half the year in an undersea cavern with other Initaties, engaging in the worshiping of Neptune (yes, the same Roman god). During these times of seculsion, the government can afford to increase it's heavy-handed actions against the democrat's, as Regency media attention drop's drasically. .................... Seemer Alco Born: 1176 Station Agent, Regency Electorial Office Age: 24 UPP 972669-B (Son of an Hereditary Baron, but not in the line of succession) Homeworld: Vume (Sindal: Tobian Reach/2115 A100659-E Na Ni Va An 223 RE K7 V) Current Station: Mewey (Five Sisters: Spinward Marches/0838 D786799-5 Ag Ri Tp 701 RE G3 V M7 V) One term in University. One-half of a Diplomat term Admin/Legal 2 (8) Computer 0 (6) Language: History 2 (8) Pilot (Inter/Grav) 0 (7) Vilani 0 (9) Liaison 2 (11) Energy Pistol 0 (7) Literary works 4 (10) Possessions: A Luxurious TL 5 Mansion (owned by the Regency) 15,000 Cr from Father, on a TL E debit card Has a TL 5 limo for "Regency business", but still can't drive it, preferring the chaffeur to so. Two personal servant's (one that belong to him, the other being a Family Watchdog.) No Family on Mewey : but a large, wealthy, and controlling one on Vume. Appearance: Of Solomani decent: white, with brown hair w/mustache set on a slim face. Tends to project a neat, `natty' aura. Dresses in typical "minor noble" fashion, on the conservative side. Personality: Soft-spoken, even timid, but rigid if a matter of principle is involved. Is quietly europhic over getting away from his family, but nervous about doing something stupid and ending his new-found freedom. Enjoys going on `walkies' on Mewey, the first world he's ever been on where you can step outside, breathe the air, and feel the sunshine gently lie on his shoulders. History: Eleven years before he was born, his homeworld was conquered without a fight by the Regency. In return for a formal acceptance of the Regent as their Liege, the now-defunct nations of Vume were ennobled, then swamped by the waves of settlement from nearby Albe. By the time Alco was 10, the original population of 10,000 had risen to over 1 million, with the old Vume culture forgotten by all but the museums. Seeing how Regency Nobility was losing power, Alco's elders made him join the Regency Electorial Office, to get a firsthand feel of the New Democracy - and see how the Vume families can cut a niche in it. Alco himself has no love for politics, and privately detests both his elder's controlling ways and their willingness to sell their heritage for titles. He hopes to prevent Mewey - another world `persuaded' to join the Regency, in 1182 - from Vume's fate by the vigourous defense of Mewey's democratic right's. Indeed, his superiors wonder if sometimes Mr. Alco places Mewey's interest's above the Regency's. .................. Hugh "Hugie" Olefir Born: 1166 Ship Master, S.S. Al Dabaran Age: 34 UPP: 27A7A2-A Born on the S.S. Al Dabaran: in jumpspace between Dophkah (Deneb/2715 C647746-5) and Doho (Deneb/2813 X69646A-5), Million Subsector, Deneb. Resides: on the S.S. Al Dabaran. Port of Choice: Dophkah (Million: Deneb/2715 C647746-5 Ag Tp B324 Wi K9 V) Four terms as a Trader Admin/Legal 3 (13) Ship's Engineering 2 (12) Climbing 1 (11) Act/Bluff 4 (6) Survey 2 (9) Liasion 1 (3) Marketing 1 (11) Map 2 (10) Survival 1 (8) Language: Enviro Suit 2 (12) Grav Pilot 1 (8) Vargr (pidgin) 2 (4) Zero-G Enviro 0 (10) Computer 0 (10) Astrogate 1 (8) Wheeled Vechile 1 (8) Anglic - (6) Communication 1 (11) Slug Pistol 2 (4) Gunnery: Energy W. 1 (11) Streetwise 2 (4) Possessions: Master of a TL A Morraine Free Trader, w/AirRaft. Family: Is a major `family elder' of his 32-member clan, with the menfolk usually scattered throughout the Deneb Wilds: most of the women and children is located on Dophkah's Starport. (Yes, local Free Trader culture is quite patriarchal) Appearance: Once a strong, handsome daredevil, a Rebellion-era mine robbed him of a chunk of his face and much of his strength. With chin and front teeth missing, Hugie is quite repulsive: he continues to trade, but makes sure that strangers who wish to see him are warned by his shipmates about his appearance, to reduce the shock. The incident also created difficulties in speech. History: The most promising of his father's many sons, Hughie was helping to set up astrogating matrixes from the age of 6, and was selected by his clan as part of the permenant crew of the Al Dabaran from 15. The vast majority of his travels is plying a safe interface route between Dophkah and Errogel (Million: Deneb/2716 C150544-8 N Ni Po De 324 Wi G9 V), the unoffical subsector capital of Million sector today [hey, it does have a working Vargr corsair, which is one more ship than any other system in the Million wilds can claim!] Exactly two other merchantmen - both owned by the Vargr - operate in the subsector, and both ship's are in worse shape than his (not that the casual observer could tell the difference). Only very occassionaly would the Al Dabaran leave it's single safe route, usually to pick up one of the clan's trained technican's from advisiory duties on one blasted world or another. About five of these valuable brothers is on Segan (Million: Deneb/2717. At 1117: B3509AB-C. At 1200: X35056F-1 Ni Po De 324 Wi G9 V), helping the local TED maintain his machines, and richly rewarded for doing so. ...................... Heather Dust tri D'vanfair Born: 1160 Port Inspector (Small ships), Yasaman Starport, Risek Age: 40 UPP 4964A9-6 Birthworld: Bevy (Rhylanor: Spinward Marches/3216 D4209CC-A S Na Hi In Po De 324 RE F4 V) Residence: Risek (Rhylanor: Spinward Marches/2712 A325579-A N Ni B401 RE M1 V M5 V) One term in college Four term's as a bureaucrat (Rank: 03) Admin/Legal 6 (16) Languages: Enviro Suit 0 (6) Investigation 3 (7) Vilani 1 (10) Observation 2 (6) Zhodani 1 (10) Bribery 2 (11) Vargr 0 (9) Streetwise 1 (10) Interrogation 1 (10) Music: Song 3 (12) Research 3 (7) Computer 1 (11) Zero-G Enviro 2 (8) Possessions: Standard "Living module" in the HighPort. About 8,000 Cr in savings About 14,000 Cr in small `gifts' Family: a common-law husband, 5 children (3 have left home). Her parent's also live with her. Appearance: In line with Risek fashion (which is itself heavily influenced by Rhylanor), tri D'vanfair prefers to wearbiogeneered clothing with it's biolumenesent (glow-in-the-dark, for those with trouble with my spelling) colours and an overpowering fagrance. Her stolid, double-chinned face is traced with faint red tatto lines, identifying her as a member of the D'vanfair clan of Bevy. A synthetic `halo' - a visual effect eminating from a cap she wears - completes the effect. Personality: Loud and getting louder. According to the starship captain's who have the pleasure of her company, she is rude, crass and ignorant of the first principles of starship operation. About the only way to avoid being entangled in a writhing mass of red tape is to continually "feed Herself with small but valuable gifts." (their words) If you talk to her family and her social peer's, though, you'd hear the story of a generous and musically talented woman, always willing to help out anyone in need. Even a few traders are willing to sing her praises: the most legendary tale revolves on how she faced down both the Starport Administrator and the Commandant of the Navy base to retify a gross injustice done to one of "Her" merchants. Position: As a Port Inspector, Ms. tri D'vanfair has enormous power over the comings & goings of the smaller ship's (under 1000 Disp), especially Free Traders who don't have a Corp. to look out for them. Heading a 3-5 man ship inspection team, she can declare a starship, crew members or a cargo load "hazzardus", impounding them until a formal hearing is held. ................... Dame Oralia Beatrice Huntington Born: 1149 High Judge, Regency Court of Flammorion Age: 53 UPP: 547586-B Birthplace: Giikusu (Dunmag: Deneb/2316 E647ABC-C S Hi In Tp 105 RE K8 V) Residence: Flammorion (Daryen: Spinward Marches/0930 A623514-B B Ni Po 710 RE F8 V) University of Giikusu, Sheridan Law School Four terms in the Legal profesion Admin/Legal 10 (18) Observation 3 (8) Bargain 1 (7) Interrogate 8 (13) Liaison 2 (8) Pilot (Inter/Grav) 1 (5) Persuasion 5 (11) Theology 2 (10) History 1 (9) Willpower 4 (9) Leader 1 (7) Chemistry 1 (9) Computer 0 (8) Investigation 0 (5) Possessions: A large, transparent pressure dome in one of the better neighbourhoods Access to local Regency resources, as needed c. 200,000 Cr in Mora-based investments 22,000 Cr available as ready cash Family: her husband David, four grown children (all in the Regency Civil Service), and two large Clover hounds Appearance: the Dame's clothing tends to be quite conservative and understated. However, a Regency royalty watcher or a fashion expert would appreciate her very subtle (and very expensive) taste in clothes, a style that fewer and fewer lesser nobles can afford nowadays. Personality: Tall and regal, Dame Oralia tend's to give the rarefied air of a cold, superdignified noble. This is the result of training and habit, but also preferance: she doesn't like to associate with anyone of lower Social Standing then "9". About the only crack of humanity she is willing to show in public is affection to her God, her family, and family servants, and even then it's more of a loving tenderness than a powerful bear hug. Family History: Origionally from Sagan, Deneb sector, the main Huntington line perished to the last man fighting the Vargr hordes, leaving only a few survivors of the lesser, non-hereditary noble line to carry on the family name and tradition of service. Even by 1200, Sagan has remained unvisited by any Regency craft, formally or unoffically. Beliefs: Dame Oralia - a life (non-hereditary) peer, ennobled 1194 - fiercely believes in both in her family and in the Regency. A devout Roman Catholic - a typical `Solomani noble' religion - she also believes in the place of the nobility as ordained in God's Order. However, her Oath of Feality to the Regent forbits her from striving to neutralize the Democratic Reforms, as the Regent *is* the Will of God in temporal matters, as far as she is concerned. Unfortunately, her charismatic younger brother Brian not only opposes the Reforms but believes that violence can be justifiably used to stop them. In his influential telebook "Honour Betrayed", he declares "[The Democratic Reforms] is an illegal attempt to ursurp Noble authority, proclaimed by a Regent who dares to take what Cleon has given. Deneb will soon be as dead as Illeish, if we allow the use of majority votes as a shoddy cloak for the theft our our rights, our property, and our heritage!" That's Brian's view. Dame Oralia's view is that her brother is commiting high treason against divinely-annointed authority. If she ever has the opportunity to kill him for disgracing the family name, she will gladly take it. Currently, however, not even MoJ agents can find Briam. Ambition: Originally a Crown Attorney, she made the bench in 1191. She has the reputation of a severe, hanging judge of ice-pure integrity. Her goal is to eventually become Law Lord of an important system in a decade, eventually apexing in a *hereditary* title. Current goals: as a judge of a recently-absorbed system - Flammorion was annexed after a short action in 1188 - Dame Oralia's mail goal is to set Imperial Justice as a perfect, unquestionable standard in the eyes of all Flammorionii. "The way that a civilization dispenses justice is the clearest indication of that civilization's worth" one of her professors in law taught, and the Knight intends to clearly indicate the superior worth of Imperial Civilization to all others. ......................... Vangirs Born: 1161 Race: Vargr Desert Guide Age: 39 See Roger Myhre's post "Building the Perfect Dog" UPP 449588-() Birthplace: Enos (Sword Worlds: Spinward Marches/1130 E25059B-4 J Ni Po De 710 Na M9 V) Resides: Anduril (Sword Worlds: Spinward Marches/1026 B985855-B M Ri Tp 322 NU F2 V) Two terms as a TL 4 mechanic One term as a sweathouse labourer Two terms as a hubter-guide on Anduril Mechanic (TL 4) 7 (11) Survival (Desert) 3 (8) Speulking 1 (9) (TL B) 1 (5) Tracking 2 (7) Airship 1 (6) Machinist (TL 4) 2 (7) Climbing 2 (11) Stealth 1 (6) Gambling 4 (9) Guard/Hunting Beast Willpower 0 (5) Tailoring (TL B) 2 (7) 2 (11) Slug Rifle 2 (6) Language - Gram - (10) Riding 1 (10) Unarmed M.A. 2 (6) High-G Enviro 2 (11) [with no skill level, speaks Anglic at - (4)] Possessions: rent's a very small office/apartment in the poorer side os a desert town TL 4 camping equipment for a party of five TL B LI Goggles a well-built, TL 4 Vargr rifle, designed for Vargr hands a TL 4 hot-air ballon about 300 Cr in local currency Family: Has many connections to the local poor No blood family on Anduril: sends money back to the folks on Enos. Appearance: looks like a Vargr on the ropes, with old, dull clothes and a greying, dirty coat of fur. Despite his semi-impoverished condition, however, Vangtirs still retains a certain pride in himself, and has not let impoverished circumstances impoverish his soul. Personality: Loud and boisterous. Quite adventurous and daring, he's willing to take on anything and anyone that get's in his way... and has the scars to prove it. History: Born into the very small Vargr community on Enos (less than 1000 menbers), he worked as a railroader for a decade before being able to buy a low passage ticket to Anduril. On Anduril, he worked in a sweatshop for four long years (his hands still hurt from that time) until he found his true calling as a guide to the Urgnemoff Desert. Based in the small town of Hunafloi, his archaic TL 4 tours are bringing in a constant income, allowing him to treat his friends and even import - at an outragious cost - a TL 4 ballon for his business. ................... Adept Florentine Leonidas, S.M.M. Born: 1177 Missionary/Sociologist Age: 23 UPP 3387AA-5 Birthplace: Orbital Platform 14, Pretoria (Pretoria: Deneb/0406 B656A67-C N Hi Tp Cp Mr 120 RE G5 IV) Raised & Resides: Ash Pretoria: Deneb/0504 A540887-9 S Po De 301 RE M4 V M9 V) One Term Undergrad One Term Computer Scientist Computer 5 (15) Language: High Sylan 0 (10) Persuasion 2 (12) Song (Chant) 1 (11) Psychology 3 (10) Linguistics 1 (11) Theology 2 (12) History 0 (10) Electronics 2 (12) Willpower 0 (7) Service 1 (11) Enviro Suit 0 (8) Zero-G Enviro 2 (10) Possessions: The only thing the Adept owns is her Bible. All the following possessions are actually lent to her by her order: An extensive array of TL C antivirus equipment Religous pamphlets, books, and audiovisual equipment A large array of field equipment Her TL F nun's robe Organization: her 800,000 member order is spread throughout the trailing and coreward edge of the Regency, with a special concentration in Pretoria and Lamas subsectors. Appearance: The first thing one notices about her is her unmistakable clothing. A dark blue, TL F nun's robe with habit, it's usually speckled with shimmering, twinkling stars that can dissapear with a guesture or a verbal command. It provides an AV of 2. Forentine herself is thin and willowy, though on the short side. her face is of uncertain origin, usually placid, with naturally arched eyebrows and dark brown eyes. Her black hair is hidden by white cloth. Personality: Enthusiastic and mystical. Her unlimited faith in God grant's her the stamina to endure any trial: however, her spritual orientation(ie. her lips moving in silent prayer, unexpected religious trances, religious laguage popping into non-religious conversation, talking to angels) can make people nervous. However, her natural love of people - especially the poor, sickly and hurting - tend to cover her faults. She still has some very weird eating habits, though. Her most enjoyable pastime isher soaring chant's: she's always learning new chant's to add to her extensive repritore. When attacked, she react's in a passive-aggresive manner, often infuriating her opponenbt or dumping guilt on them. Her most deadly weapon is a low-profile, razor-sharp wit: she can make even the most arrogant and proud opponentlook like a blind and stupid fool, but she'll never openly and directly attack anyone. Usually quite easygoing, she can be stubborn and manipulative over issues she feels is important. Oftentimes, she can even literally get sick until she get's what she want's. History: At a very young age, Leonidas decided to become a num, and was enrolled in the Society of Mary Magalene. She enjoyed her stay at the convent at Ash, and now- after an extensive education, Adept Forentine - and her Champion, Aleksandr Suvarov - is preparing to enter the Wilds, to recontact the faithful of the Imperial Church, convert the heathen, spread antiviral tools and techniques, and gather sociological information to bring back to the Church leaders on Mora. Ambition: Leonidas hopes to do a good enough job so that not only will she be initated into full sisterhood, but be given a pernament mission to tend. ................ Aleksandr Rumiantsev Suvarov, M.O.C. Born: 1171 Champion Age: 29 UPP 7C5774-2 Initative: 8 Birthworld: Deneb (Deneb: Deneb.1925 B537BDD-D N Hi Cx 110 RE A2 Ia) Resides: El D'Nah (Pretoria: Deneb/0502 C549456-C S Lo Ni 502 RE K6 V) Two terms in the Regency Marines One term as a Mercenary Energy Rifle 4 (11) Unarmed M.A. 1 (8) Carousing 1 (5) Slug Rifle 3 (10) Computer 0 (7) Gambling 1 (8) Observation 3 (10) Enviro Suit 2 (7) Bribery 1 (5) Intrusion 3 (10) Grav Belt 1 (13) Zero-G Enviro 2 (7) Stealth 2 (14) Energy Artillery 1 (13) Languages: Anglic - (10) Large Blade 2 (9) Electronics 1 (8) Denebi - (10) Small Balde 1 (8) Trauma Aid 1 (8) "Code" 1 (5) "Code" is a method of communication using symbols, gesters and subvocal sounds to convey information secretly. Taught in certain regiments of the Regency Marines. Possessions: A large array of field equipment (ie tents, radio's, etc) Marine Cutlass (bought secondhand: his own was broken in disgrace) 4mm Gauss Rifle - 12 commo kit * 2 medical kit * 3 Organization: The Military Order of Christ is a registered mercenary unit, operated by the Imperial Catholic Church as a security arm for church leadership, property, isolated conflicts and dangerous expeditions. Largely Veteran/Elite, the 1400-man unit has a solid reputation, although it's fielded too rarely to be seriously considered as a contender for "The Best Mercenary Unit". Appearance: Unattrative, though not repulsive. A hard, bony face, framed by dirty blod hair, is set upon a 6-foot sinewy, big-boned body. Clothing is either ill-fitting civvies or worn military fatigues. Has a thick Denebi accent when he speaks, which is seldom..Sticks close to the Adept in the field. Personality: Laconic. No longer beat's up people on impulse, but is still tempted. Despite his distain for authority he is loyal to his order and his God, and is both quick-witted and fearless in action. His great goal is to obtain fame and renoun, to cleanse his name and be a hero to his people, `to sieze the Glory'. His every action, every though is directed to this one goal. History: Born in Deneb, Suvarov's childhood dream was to join the Regency Marines. He served two tours in the Marines with distinction, obtaining several citations and metals, including the Regent's Star for spearheading an attack on a nasty enemy strongpoint in 1194. All that he worked for was lost when he callously murdered a non-combatent on the battlefield in 1196. Although his unit didn't report this crime to the authorities, rumour's about his action eventually reached an officer, who set court-marshal proceedings in motion. Because of his previous heroism Suvarov wasn't shot: instead he was given 100 lashes with a neurowhip and dishonourably cashiered, with his life savings paid out to the victim's wife as restitution. Without honour, without his friends, and without a future, Suvorov would soon have destroyed himself in drugs or drink if he wasn't rescued by a compassionate priest. After repenting of his sins, paying penance, and converting into the Imperial Church, he requested and, after careful testing using Zhodani techniques, was allowed to join the M.O.C. His sterling record with the M.O.C. has finally landed his first independent assignment, with Adept Flourentine: an opportunity to prove himself a reformed Christian that Suvarov has been waiting for. Date: Mon, 13 Feb 1995 21:56:33 -0500 (EST) From: Alvin Plummer Subject: Tilyhloasyo Kyuiwei, Scout Extraordinare. Tilyhloasyo Kyuiwei Born: 1157 Scout/Diplomat Age: 43 UPP 9466A8-A Aslan Female Homeworld: Yekhaktei (Uaiew: Faoheiroi'iyherao/3115 CA9A7JB-E R Fl Wa A431 As K5 V) [Location: if Core sector is 0,0 Spinward Marches is -1,-4 Faoheiroi'iyhao is 2, -7. Travel time: Assuming one week in jump4, three days out, it would take almost exactly one year to travel from regina to Yekhaktei ] One term university (B.A. in science) Three terms scout Two terms scout/diplomat Liasion 4 (12) Tradition 1 (9) Geology 1 (11) Observation 4 (10) Streetwise 1 (9) Xeno-Bilology 1 (11) Biology 4 (14) Stelth 1 (5) Gravitics 1 (11) Tolerance 3 (11) Zero-G Enviro 0 (6) High-G Enviro 1 (7) Persuasion 3 (11) RCV Operations 1 (11) Pilot (grav) 0 (4) Leadership 3 (11) Languages: Aslan - (10) Computer 0 (10) Chemistry 3 (13) Anglic 1 (9) Dewclaw 2 (11) Eingsank 1 (9) Enviro Suit 2 (8) [A minor race's language at Eiaplial/1238 Survey 2 (8) Eiaplial sector: -2,-8 ] Sensors 1 (7) Zhodani 2 (10) Posessions: 10 MCr in diamond's gold, and radioactives a line of credit from her clan (only useable in the Hierate) an extensive database on the current Spinward States (although much of that info is over 10 years out of date) Translator chips for every language in the Spinward States another specialized database regarding the diplomatic/political situation (only 4 years out of date) subscriptions to nearly every news service, political, scientific and business journal in existance (except that worthless RC junk, of course :) Family: unmarried, to preserve her independence Appearance: on rather light build for an Aslan, with a very long, well-groomed coat of black hair. Her round face and oval eyes (oval even for Aslan) is set off with a short snout. Aslans (or humans fluent in Aslan) would find her accent strange and harsh: her Anglic is clear, if rather stilted. Her style of dress is definitely unknown by local Aslans (and human Aslan watchers). Personality: Beyond the usual Aslan formality and pride, Kyuiwei is incredibly curious ("as curious as a Hiver" is the Regency stereotype: of course, Kyuiwei would immediately ask to see a real live one). Everything she sees must be poked, tested, sampled and analyzed. Enev more interesting for an Aslan, she applies her curiouisity to sentinents - regard less of their barbaric (ie non-Aslan) culture, she just must find out more about them. her non-judgemental attitude - very rare on her world, where no human has been seen since the Rebellion started - has marked her out as her clan's Ambassator Extraordinare. History: After graduating from a local "university", Kyuiwei was selected to join her clan's scientific community as a field scout/scientist. As scientisis were the subgroup most likely to interact with the Strangers (ie. Aslans outside of the Yekhakteal clan) she became exposed to these folk, and - unlike her peers - wrote about these strange Aslans with their peculiar habits for the general public. Worldwide fame and notoriety was produced: the government initally attempted to discourage further writings, but, under pressure from acadamia, business, and her hordes of fans, relented, and gave her funds to continue exploring. And explore she did: with an aged trader with a questionable jump drive she explored first her subsector, then the entire sector, taking odd jobs and speculating on cargo to keep food in the belly and the engines hot. When she returned "to stay", she had not only bought a treasure trove of information, but had inadvertantly laid the groundwork for other clan members to follow, both business and scientists. This led to a surge in the ecomony (Yekhaktei is the highest tech system in the subsector), which led to a vastly increased government interest in her explorations. Eventually, the clan leaders managed to persuade her to launch another one-ship expedition, but as a formally accreddited ambassador of her clan. She was given the _Ouhaei Hteftaihwoarl_, a gorgeous TL E Aslan scout/diplomatic yacht, with a read lab, probes, RCV equipment and everything, wrapped in a million credts worht of luxurious fittings, double-large rooms, whirlpool, etc. And she was given a 'loose'itenary, involving contacting all the major clans of the Hierate, the Zhodani, and the Regency. Kyuiwei has spent the last eight years away from her distant home, and has seen more wonders than anyone else in her clan's history. Now completing her tour in the Zhodani Consulate, she's now in Chronor subsector, preparing to enter the Spinward Marches. With most of her experiences of humans from the Consulate, she would be initally very truthful and trusting, expecting the truth in return. However, her view of the Regency will be as an inferior civilization, full of liars and mentally ill people (as her Zhodani friends suggest). Indeed, one of her crew is a Zho 'guide' (actually a SORAG agent), sent specifically to protect her from the Regency barbarians. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Aslan Scout NOTE: This is a Diplomatic vessel: attacking it Disp 500 Hull Armour 40 or forcably boarding Len 48 Volume 7000 it is strictly Price 188.7 MCr Target Size S forbidden to the laws Config Cylinder SL TL E of all the Spinward Mass 2905/2276.6 States. Power Plant: 720 MW, 1 year duration (6.3 MW surplus) Maneuver 4G, 48.2 G-hours, 49.5 G-hours w/jfuel (150 MW/G) CG lifters (50 MW) Maintenance 120 Jump 3 Computer TL E (st) * 3 (.5 MW each) Commo Maser (1000 AU) (.6 MW) Radio (300 000) (10 MW) Avionics TL E Terrain TL E (180 kph) Sensors A-EMS (120 000) (9 MW) Densito (.5 MW) P-EMS ( 60 000) (.04 MW) Neutrino (.01 MW) Sandcaster (Arcs 2-4, loc. 11) Laser - 150 Mj (Arcs 2-4, loc. 10) (4.2 MW) 2: 1/10-31 4:1/10-31 8: 1/10-31 16: 1/10-31 Extended L.S. (1.4 MW) Complement 17: Engineer 6 Specialists 5 Electronics 1 Gunnery 2 Maneuver 2 Command 1 Crew Accomo Double room * 17 (.003 MW each) Hangar 1 * 2 Disp craft, 2 * 1 Disp probes (internal hangar) Cargo 98 Kl Laboratory * 1 (.8 MW) Air Locks 2 Fuel Scoops Refuel HEPlaR, Jfuel in 6.8 Hours Fuel Purification Purifies Jfuel in 24 hours (.1 MW) Date: Mon, 13 Feb 1995 22:20:56 -0500 (EST) From: Alvin Plummer Subject: Edward Longshanks One more, to hit the road... Edward Longshanks Born: 1142 Regency Pilot Examinator Age: 58 UPP 435A61-5 Born: Shiazhzdepr (Chronor: Spinward Marches/0610 B756779-A Z Ag Tp B211 Zh F4 V M0 V) Resides: Trin (Trin's Viel: Spinward Marches/3235 A894A96-F A Hi In Tp Cp 101 RE Mo V) One term technical school Four terms civil pilot Five terms bureaucrat Pilot (inter/Grav) 10 (13) Navigation 2 (12) Computer 0 (6) Observation 6 (16) Grav Belt 1 (4) Pilot: Glider Streetwise 4 (14) Service 1 (2) 0 (3) Map 3 (9) Enviro Suit 1 (6) Willpower 1 (11) Admin/Legal 3 (9) Zero-G Enviro 1 (6) Starship Pilot (Fixed Wing) 3 (6) Investigation 1 (11) Archtecture 1 (7) Interview 2 (12) Psychology 1 (11) Possessions: a 10,000 Cr pension, in addition to a 60,000 Cr/year salary a rented apartment in Solaris Tower about 32,000 Cr in the bank Family: A loveless marriage with two wives, no children - his only son died 12 years ago in a hull breach incident. Appearance: His very low charisma is the result of a major attitude problem. & Personality `Cursing', `drunken', `lewd' and `smelly' comed to mind when you see his bloated form lurch towards you. Despite his degenerate existance, this particular blight on mankind is quite competent on thejob. he is an extremely tough examiner - on both first imers, and those renewing their license to fly - who enjoys depriving young hotshot pilots of their starship pilot license for the most trivial of reasons. He is also quite devioius in his methods: one of his favourate tricks is to fail the pilot, then suggest that "for the right incentive" he's willing to reconsider the grade. After the bribe is given, he blows the whistle, the pilot is imprisioned and barred from ever regaining his license while Longshanks gains brownie points and an extra bonus in hs paycheck. While he's willing to stomp on anyone, he especially loves to fail psions, as they remind him of the Zhodani, those "Craven, perverted mind-eating moon-worshippers" Originally born in the Consulate, (he regularily thanks the gods for getting him out before the age of 4, where his 'education' would have started) he insist's on calling his old homeworld "Sheyou", and is willing to do anything to hurt the Zhodani, psions, or anything related to them. Behind this tub of lard's beady little eyes lies a beady but hyperactive mind. Treat with caution. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alvin Plummer "The Imperium Lives! It just shrunk to 1/16th of it's regular size."