Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: arsmith@nyx.cs.du.edu (Alan Smith) Subject: [DAC] (Was [Spinoff]) Hello, cruel world Message-ID: <1993Jul30.221814.3567@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu> Date: Fri, 30 Jul 93 22:18:14 GMT ADMIN: Martin is Dreamer's character, and this is a joint post by him and me. --------- The planet Nexus was rushing to greet him now. It would only be a matter of moments before he would crash there and start his search all over. Silently (as it is always silent in space), he wished he wouldn't survive the landing. He fell to the ground Creating a he sand where he landed. l t arge hole in Martin stood and looked around. Desert as far as the eye could see. Which wasn't far at all, considering that a mile of sand was just thrown into the air by his impact. 'Great,' he thought to himself, 'I'm on a barren planet. With my luck, I'll have to either reinvent all of technology to get off this rock or wait until the sun goes super-nova! Why does this always happen to me?' He took a deep breath to see if the air was breathable, but fell into a bout of coughing as a billion tiny sand particles filled his lungs. --OO--OO-- (Alamatar-Danushar convoy) Sir Rayon sat brooding. He tended to be a troubled person, and brooding was his favorite method of dealing with it. Lycra, sensing his mood, tried to distract his attention: "Look at the stars...Ooooh! there's a shooting one. Wow, it's lasting a long- Um, Rayon? Rayon? RAYON!!" There was a bright flash and, several seconds later, a great thunder-sound. the caravan stopped. Rayon and Lycra looked at each other, and, as one, commandeered the nearest camels and rode off into the sandstorm that marked the impact point. The camels were equipped for the sandstorm that they encountered, but not the humans. Lycra waited for it to get Real Bad and asked her beloved why they were doing this. "Deserts don't normally go 'boom'." he replied, "it's my job as a Paladin to investigate. You may return if you like." He threw his kerchif over his mouth and rode on, confident that Lycra would do the same. Finally they came to the edge of an enormous crater. Down at the bottom was a lone man, a rather elderly one at that. --OO--OO-- (Bottom of the hole) Two hours later, when Martin remembered that he didn't have to breath, he stopped coughing and looked around again. He began absently slapping the dust off his old-fasioned business suit. Then, after cleaning his specticles, he looked around again. He spotted some movement on the top of the crater and decided to investigate. A few minutes later, he spotted the source of the movement. The it appeared to be a human male sitting on a camel, accomanied by a human female doing the same thing. They were waving and shouting something or other, it was hard to discern from where he was. 'Oh boy, yet another planet of fantastically non-interesting humans!' Martin thought to himself. He sighed deeply and then began coughing for another ten minutes. "I say, dear sir, how are you?" Rayon asked, riding up in the midst of the man's coughing fit. "Do you need help? I'm Sir Rayon and this is Princess Lycra." " Hi. I'm Martin. Where's the spaceport?" "The what?" Lycra. "Astral conduit?" Martin asked. This was greeted by blank stares on both their parts. "Oh, brother, not again." He said to himself. "Well, can you take me to the closest city?" "Certainly." The two replied, helping them onto Lycra's camel and then both getting on Rayon's and leading Martin back to the caravan. Comments, suggestions, or anything else is welcome. -Dream- Maybe I should get a sig for this group. -Al-