Date: Tue, 20 Aug 1996 10:33:29 -0700 From: Catwoman Subject: INTERACTIVE: The Bar "Ten Forward", Kazma & Danzig RESERVED: Kazma Danzig Kazma entered the Ten Forward. Her eyes slitted as she became accustomed to the dark. Her muscles rippled under her golden fur as she moved. Her ears twitched back and forth listening for anything interesting. She caught bits and pieces of conversations but nothing to keep her listening. She walked up to the bar. "Maltz," she said. The being behind the counter eyed her. Great, she thought sourly, a palapapinne. The palapapinne was an orange skinned twenty handed creature that had five eyes capable of looking in different places at once. "Whorehouse is next door," the palapapinne told her. "That's not my line of business," she growled at him. "Now, get me a maltz or prepare to loose a few appendages." She flicked her hand-paw and six razor sharp talons shot out. "Ya got credits," one of the palapapinne's hands was reaching for a container and another for the drink. Kazma's growl grew louder. "Look here you greedy - " "I'll pay for her drink," a voice from behind her spoke. "No thanks," she placed two givers on the counter. "I pay my own way, Danzig." She turned around and faced Danzig. He was slightly taller than her 5'8" stature and his muscles were more abundant. His fur was an array of colors making him look scruffy. Flaps of fur covered what was supposed to be his ears, she wondered how he could hear with all that fur. "What brings you to the Hub?" Danzig asked leading her to a table. "Business." "What kind of business?" "None of your business." "Kazma," Danzig sighed. "I know there isn't a good bond between us, especially since we're two different species, but I think we could help each other out." "Dogrels and Fellonians do not help each other out," Kazma spat. "I helped you out," Danzig reminded her. "Piss on yourself," Kazma glared, her tail twitched, and Danzig could see her claws peeking out from her hand-paws. "Kazma," Danzig whispered leaning forward. "I'm desperate here." "Not suprising." "I believe we are both after the same thing and it would benefit us both if we grouped together instead of chasing our own lasails." "I don't chase my lasail," Kazma's tone eased up some and Danzig took it as a good sign. "Besides what makes you think we're after the same thing?" "It's not coincidence that your vessel arrived shortly after the Sea Dog, is it?" "So what if I did arrive after the Sea Dog. I didn't realize it's a crime to dock at the same port as a terran." "It's not, if all you're going to do is dock." "Are you implying that I'm planning on doing something illegal?" "No. But I know you have a score to settle with North and I thought you might want some help - " "I work alone." "I know, but I thought it would be more advantageous to help one another out. You know, I pet your fur, you pet mine." "What's in it for you?" "Hmmm?" "I've got a score to settle with North, but what about you? What's he ever done to get your fur raised? Steal your biscone?" "Something like that. Well? Are we partners in this or what?" "Yes," Kazma said after thinking things over. "Tell me what your plan is." Danzig looked around. "Let's go somewhere where it's more quiet." "Fine with me." Kazma and Danzig left the Ten Forward. ***************************************************** * What is the future like in 2157? * * Find out in Tribe Majestik * * a serial in The Soaps * * created by Chris Vaughn. * * http://members.tripod.com/~cvaughan/thesoaps.html * * * * Christina D. Smith * * Co-Writer of Tribe Majestik * *****************************************************