From: APPRENTICE          
To: ALL                 
Subject: The 1st Meeting
Date & Time: 03/30/91 17:32:18
Message Number 14467

     Inside the public bar, the scene is quite a jumbles.
Many tables are knocked over, and a bartender is busy
straightening up.  Several very-non-human bartenders move
behind the bar, filling orders for the surprisingly small
number of patrons.
     In the section clearly marked "DANGER - No Smoking"
sits a human figure slowly sipping from a large mug of cow
milk.   He (for he is clearly a he) wears a
robe that is clearly suffering from an acute inferiority
complex.  It has no color of its own, but randomly picks
colors it finds around the room and attempts to associate
with them, but the colors in the room are feverishly trying
to stay away from it.  The overall effect is a darkish, well
travelled, deseised looking garment, with moving muddy
colored patches.
     On his wrists are high-tech wrist-'puters, which, along
with a large assortment of other rare tech items,
unmistakably marks him as an Inquisitor.  The helmet of a
marine powered-armour suit sits in front of him, as he gazes
levely at the entrance.  He looks with unblinking eyes at
the creature that has just entered.
     Two other men are sitting at the bar, aternately
falling of their stools, drinking large amounts of
fermented fruit juice, and complaining about the futility of
chasing after pirate ships, which had left eight hours
previously.
     Other than these, and a party of Tourists playing dice
games, the bar is empty.
     The silent figure beckens the new-comer over.  "You
also seem to be looking for something," he says as he waves
for the bartender to bring the man his choice of drinks.