Date:         Thu, 22 Aug 1996 10:22:28 -0700
From: Catwoman <smithc@STIC.NET>
Subject:      INT:  THE HUB:  TransNational, Kazma & Danzig

RESERVED:  Kazma, Danzig

        They walked into the Sentinel Room, the door silently slid shut
behind them.  The room was small, cozy, and softly lit with a silver light.
There was a window overlooking the TransNational main dining room.  A
table was placed up against the window with a chair on either side.
        "Real cozy," Danzig smiled at Kazma.
        "Don't get any ideas," Kazma warned.  "This is a business deal.
Remember?"
        "Yeah," Danzig sat down.
        A screen appeared on the window.
        "What is your nationality?" a voice asked.
        "Dogrel."
        "Fellonid."
        Two screens popped up, each with dishes from the nationality.
        Kazma licked her lips.  "Mmmm," she purred.  "I think I'll
have the birce.  Could I have them live?"
        "No," the voice said.  "All food is killed before it's brought
in."
        "Very well," Kazma sighed.  "Give me a dish of birce and make
it as rare as you can.  I would also like a bottle of Maltz.  Danzig?"
        "A plate of biscones will be fine and some water."
        "Water?  You still prefer the Terran drink?  I thought you
would have given that up long ago, especially after that fiasco on
Dogter 5," Kazma told him.
        "Water is a very good drink.  You should try it sometime."
        "Maybe, but I don't always do what I should, do I?"
        "No."
        "Now, let's talk about North," Kazma leaned forward.  "What's
your plan."
        "Well, we know North will be here a while, so we have to find
out where he's staying, who he's staying with, and where he likes to
hang out."
        Kazma's nails tinked on the table while she tapped them as
she thought about all the possibilities.  "He'll probably stay on his ship.
He might visit the Ten Forward when he gets bored or has time on his hands.
If he gets lonely for his Terran planet he may go to the Arboretum.  Of
course there's Xaveria's when he wants female compainonship.  There's also
another possibility."
        "What is it?"
        "It's just a rumor, but I've heard of an actual Terran place
on the Hub.  I haven't been able to get an exact name or locale on it
yet, but I'll keep working on my sources."
        "We should keep a watch on him."
        "True, but how do we find him.  He could be anywhere on this
space center.  I know, why don't you sniff him out."
        "Why don't you keep an eye out for him by way of the Sea Dog,"
Danzig ignored the insult.  "You know where it's docked right?"
        "Of course I do.  I came in shortly after he did.  My ship isn't
too far from it."
        "You'll be staying on your ship then for the time being."
        "Yes, Cat's Paw is on dock 12.  You can't miss her.  Where are
you staying?  How will we keep in touch?"
        "Don't worry about me.  I'll keep in touch with you.  I'll be
able to find you, no matter where you are."
        "Sounds like a threat to me."
        "Hmph."
        Two panels slid open on the table to allow the entrance of their
food and drinks.  Kazma licked her lips again at the sight of the plate of
birce.  A dozen mounds of flesh were piled up before her.  Danzig's plate
of biscones were still steaming and he decided to let them cool for some
time.  Kazma dug into her birce.
        "Hmmm, these are sooo good," Kazma almost purred between bites.
"Would you like one?"
        Danzig looked at the plate and seemed a little nauseated.  "No
thanks, knock yourself out."
        "What happened to you?  You seem so *domesticated*."
        "Let's not talk about it."
        Kazma shrugged and looked at the main dining hall.  She wished
she hadn't.
        "What is HE doing here?" she practically screamed.
        "He who?" Danzig looked around.
        "Him," she pointed with her claw.  Danzig could see the fur
raised on her skin and she was already growling.
        Danzig followed her claw and saw another Fellonid.  He was
shorter than her and more bulky.  His fur was fluffy white, his forearms
where a dark gray with pure white paws.  His face was also dark gray
with a white blaze down his nose.
        "Who is he?" Danzig asked.
        "Sharnir," she growled and Danzig could see her claws out
scratching patterns on the table.  "And where there's Sharnir, Maquette
isn't far behind.  We'd better get moving."
        "But our meal - "
        "Get a bag for it," Kazma hissed, standing up.  "I'm leaving now.
don't worry about the bill, I'll pay for it on my way out.  Keep in
touch."
        Kazma left Danzig sitting there looking at Sharnir wondering who
he and Maquette were.

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