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Subject: Searching...... Date: Fri, Feb 6, 1998 6:30 PM From: Slaighn

Slaighn blinked in the stark lights of the space station area of Rhydin. Double lids collided over eyes so green they almost glittered with a venemous hue. Her forked tongue slid over her lips as she started to try and gain direction. Taking out the small, auto-interpereter pack she'd bought from a rather shady merchant in a prt of Town that seemed to her haunted by very strange people, she tapped the buttons with a green-nailed finger and tried the words again. The mechanical voice droned "Star Ship Vextis".

Cupping one hand over her right ear to enable her to hear above the noise of the machines around her, she tried the words again......

"Sstair Seeps Vaksstees...."

She shook her head, short green dred-locked hair flipping round her face. Her eyes assumed a deep moss-green shade, double-lids flickering over them as she blinked again. That didn't sound good.....With a shrug, she started forward, looking for some-one to give her a clue as to finding the ship and it's medical officer. She sighed, more of a hiss then a sigh and tried the full sentence again.

"Sstare Seeps Vaksstees.....Miracleed Offissair...?"

Adjusting the termostats on her close-fitting body armour, she stepped forward, looking for a likely person to ask, shaking her head to herself....

"Iss not work, Slaighn......Sinks Slaighn not goo 'nuff talk."

Subject: Re: Searching...... Date: Tue, Feb 10, 1998 3:33 PM From: KatrylleM

Dante needed a break and it seemed as though quality control of the medical supplies ordered on RhyDin would be a great place to start. With a rather toothy crocodile like grin, one that looked more like a hidious death sneer, he wound his way through the space station area of RhyDin taking clear notice that the majority of its occupants didn't even notice him. It was easy for him to pick out the people who did not frequent this area often.

These people would give him a wide berth, gaping opened-mouthed and, in some cases, with sheer terror at him as he casually passed them by. These people, he knew, had never seen a bi-ped human-croc in a "Med officers do it in rubber gloves" t'shirt, jeans and modified "cowboy" boots before. He had long ago grown use to the looks and now, was, in fact, slightly amused by them.

As he stopped at a trinket stall in a section of the station made to represent an old market place, the mutterings close by caught his attention.

"Iss not work, Slaighn......Sinks Slaighn not goo 'nuff talk." His reddish-brown scaled brows knitted themselves close together, making him seem even more like a creature nightmares are made of. Slowly turning a full circle, his own bright blue double-lidded eyes scanned the crowd in search of the voice...the dialect so much like his own.

It wasn't hard to pick her out of the crowd. Like they had with him, several people made a wide path around her. The frown on his face deepened for an instant before turning into the toothy grin. A spring in his step, he quickly made his way to the armored woman and bowed deeply.

"My lady. Might I be of ssssome asssssissssstance??"

Subject: Re: Searching...... Date: Fri, Feb 13, 1998 5:24 PM From: Arilia

Startled by his sudden appearence, Slaighn jumped back then peered at the person talking to her. Craning her neck back, she looked up into his blue eyes, her double-lids shuttering in a blink of surprise. Face crinkling into a grin, her eyes shifting to a rose-gold hue, she forgot to cover her mouth with her hand, allowing her razor-sharp, pearly-white, shaprly pointed teeth to flash in a smile of relief and recognition of some-one similar to her.

Pointing to the the auto-interpreter, she shrugged slightly and brushed her green dread-locks away from her face::

"Stairssip Veekxtiss....Miracleed Osifar ?"

Blinking again, she watched the large person carefully, intrigued, then touched her chest lightly with a green-nailed finger::

"Sslaighn......"

Tilting her head, pupils sliding to slits, she then pointed up to him.

"Yoos ?" 