From: albert@bcm.tmc.edu (Rick Jones)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ] Scorpion [Waster's HQ] There goes the neighborhood
Message-ID: <14794@gazette.bcm.tmc.edu>
Date: 14 Sep 1992 02:30:25 GMT

[ADMIN: This takes place immediately before Kron's Dream Sequence.]

	In the Shunned Center, there is a warehouse, unnofficial HQ of
a band of strange outlaw mutants (no, not the X-Men).
Scorpion, the bolt-lobbing commander of the Wasters, relaxed with a 
cold brew.  Life is good, he thought.  No big troubles since those
moron Rameshanders kidnapped that brat.  What morons.  Okay, let's snatch
the squire of some goombah from the [expletive deleted] Dragon's Inn.
Might as well go hunting dragons in oil-soaked armor.  I'm getting too
old for this crap.
	"Scorpion.  Come up to my workroom,"  the words echoed in Scorpion's
head.
	"So much for a lazy day," Scorpion sighed, and trudged up to the 
Seer's laboratory.  The door opened as he reached for the knob.  
	Showoff, he thought.  Every fragging one's a showoff.
	"What is it, boss?" 
	Seer "looked" up from his crystal ball.  "That squid-faced fool
has blown our cover.  Kron and a bunch of warriors from the Dragon's
Inn are on their way here."
	Junkie amatuers.  Never did have any discipline. "I'll wake up Blink.  
If you could tell him where Nolrimm, Bogo, and Rook are.  I'll roust the rest.
We'll be ready."
	"I was just going to tell you to do that.  How are the traps?"
	"Everything's ready.  We can hold off a small army."
	Seer froze.
-----
	S E E R.  S U C H  I S  N O T  M Y  W I L L!

	What do you desire, Great One?

	B R I N G  K R O N  T O  U S.

	But what of his allies?

	A L L I E S  A R E  I R R E L E V A N T.  B R I N G  M E  K R O N.
L E A D  T H E M  T O  M Y  P R E S E N C E.    W E   W I L L . . .  D E A L
W I T H  T H E M.  
	A L S O.  K I L L  T H E  W A S T E R S.  W E   R E Q U I R E  
T H E  P O W E R   W E  G A V E  T O  T H E M.  N O W.
----
	Seer looked up at Scorpion.  "Plans have changed.  Get the rest
of the Wasters and clean out the Warehouse.  Move the Wasters to 
the 'Wasted Lady', docked on Pier 7, and wait for me.  Leave Kron and 
the rest to me.  You have an hour.   They are tired from their battle
at the warehouse."
	"CLEAN OUT THE WAREHOUSE?!?  Are you nuts?  And you want to move to 
a smelly old boat?"
	"Do not question my orders?  Did I not give you and the other
Wasters powers you had never immagined?  Have I ever steered you wrong?"
	There was that foolishness with Broadmarch.  Sigh.  "Of course not."
Scorpion started to leave.  
	"Wait.  Once you are moved.  Send Blink back here.  I have some... 
special instructions for him."
	Scorpion qucickly left.  
	This is getting too weird.  "Blink, get your lazy ass up.  Boss has   
a job for you."  Specifica's looking good this time of year.
-- 
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