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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Hendrix takes care of business
Message-ID: <1992Oct18.033648.3189@cheshire.oxy.edu>
References: <1992Oct18.030250.2798@cheshire.oxy.edu>
Date: Sun, 18 Oct 1992 03:36:48 GMT

Mechatack is dutifully following Hendrix along, when abruptly, Hendrix
stops on a rooftop. Mechatack also stops and shuffles uneasily.
"Wat's wrong, Hendrix?" he asks.
"Trouble." says Hendrix. Mechatack waits for more, but Hendrix ignores him,
searching through his tiny bag. Finally he pulls forth a small mirror, and
looks into it. At first the image is that of his own reflection, but then
that fades away, and Hendrix looks right into the Spitting Cobra bar.
	One of Mother's greatest concerns was keeping behind the scenes. She
was powerful, but had many powerful enemies, and thus the less who knew about
her, the better. And thus, when she had created Hendrix, she had given him
the power to know exactly when and where someone was learning of her presence.
And when Blade had used her name, Hendrix knew.
"Damn." he swore under his breath. Blade was fighting in the arena, sure
enough, and Hendrix saw him mouthing Mother's name. Mother, mother, mother.
Blade needed to be shut up. He was a loose end, and Hendrix hated loose ends.
	A flick of Hendrix's mind, and the mirror showed him Korbic, his
face ice-blue due to the mother's milk. Hendrix listened deeply, and could
hear Korbic. He seemed to be giving instructions. "This place is
anarchistic. Melwis has let things fall into pandemonium. We must restore
order..."
	Hendrix reached forth with his controlling powers. "You should send
some of Beethwax's replicas to silence Blade"
	"...we should send some of Beethwax's replicas to silence Blade!..."
	"After all..." murmured Hendrix. "He's a loose end."
	"...he's a loose end! Beethwax, send a force of about..."
	"twenty."
	"...twenty soldiers to Trawm's...and eliminate all those who
resist you." Korbic's eyes were dark with his authority. Hendrix switched
his view to Beethwax, who was now completely white, his body formless, 
faceless and hairless, and his horde of replicas behind him and growing.
	Finally, Hendrix put away his mirror, and it was then that he felt
he had been sloppy. He felt that he was being watched. He quickly dominated
a group of street punks on the road below him. "Search around...find and
eliminate any who are watching me." he ordered. The punks hastened to comply,
going into a near-frenzy to find someone.
	Hendrix, meanwhile, decided to put off Mechatack's corruption until
later. He pulled out another object from his bag, this one a small white
globe. He set the globe to spinning, and a hole opened in space, a hole into
another realm. "Enter, mechatack...this is the way to the secret place." He
entered the hole, and Mechatack followed.

Hendrix the Motherspawn

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