Subj:	 [ffml] [MW] 
Date:	00-08-27 13:17:49 EDT
From:	raumkatze2@aol.com
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       General Kat looked ahead through her binoculars.  "Good, just as I 
 thought.  Southvale.  It looks like the Domans and Averiel have already made 
 camp in that earthen fort up ahead.  I'm glad we got here before nightfall." 
 After they were let into the fort, Kat could see that Tim was engaged in a 
 gauntlet, and he was doing quite well.  Tim took on more and more oppenents in 
 succession without being defeated.
      Tim made it up to fifteen successive opponents, and only did he succum. 
 Tim then got up, shook the hands of his opponents, and wiped his brow.  He got 
 many a pat on the back from his men.  Then he spotted Kat, who was standing about 
 ten yards away, with scores of Henriksens behind her.  "General, it is good to 
 see that we will have the assistance of your army against the moogles here, but 
 what of Hiel Keep?  I heard that it was attacked.  Why are you and your men not 
 still guarding it?"
      "Not to worry, Colonal," said Kat, "my men are still guarding the Keep. 
 It's security is in cabable hands."
      "Then who are the men with you now?  I have not received any word of 
 any additional troops coming here from Lance Henriksenia."
      "These Henriksens here are the result of asexual reproduction.  
 Appearently, these guys can just split in two."
      "Are you kidding me?" said Tim, "If they can do that, why don't they 
 just do it in battle?  They'd never lose, and the moogles would have been 
 history long ago."
      A Henriksen stepped forward.  "Allow me to explain," he said, "yes, we 
 can 'spilt in two,' as the General put that isn't as great of an advantage 
 over sexual creatures as it may sound.  Just as you humans need to reach a 
 certain level of maturity before you can reproduce, so must we.  And just 
 like the childbirth that your females engage in out, cleavage is an 
 exhausting process."
      "I see, General.  Well, good luck against the moogles, you're going to 
 need it," he chuckled.  "See me later in the war room," he pointed to a 
 large tent.  "We'll work out our battle plans for tomorrow."  Tim then went off to 
 his own tent to rest from the gauntlet contest.
      It was at this point that Kat noticed that the young avariel that was 
 gawking in fasinated disbelief at Kat's homogenic army.  Kat cleared her 
 throat and said, "May I help you?"
      "Huh?  Who?  Me?  No, I'm fine thanks," said the avariel, who continued 
 to stare at the Henriksens.  
      Kat was now really annoyed at this point.  "If you want to make 
 yourself useful, you can help us set up camp."
      "Okay," said the avariel, who wasn't in the mood for physical labour, 
 but wanted an excuse to study these strange people.
      "Thank you," said Kat, "The porters are carrying the tents.  To see 
 what to do with them, just watch the Henriksens.  The avariel nodded and went to 
 work.
      Kat walked around, supervising the work of the Henriksens, but they all 
 seemed to have the right idea as to where to put the tents, so Kat decided 
 that she could do the most good by helping with putting up the tents.  She 
 found herself working alongside the avariel.
      Just as the avariel was curious about the Henriksens, Kat couldn't help 
 but feel curiousity towards these winged elves, whom she had only seen 
 briefly back at Hiel Keep.  "So, what's your name?"
      "Triu, and yours?"
      "Spacecat VIII, but everyone calls me Kat."
      "And who are these... people?"
      "They are the Lance Henriksens.  They are all duplicates of a single 
 man.  600 years ago, in the second war of the moogles, their manpower 
 combined with Bacca's leadship saved humanity from the moogles and their 
 allies.  Though the whole war probably wouldn't have happened if it weren't 
 for that Dark Lord and his delusions..."
      "So, how did you come to lead them?" asked Triu.
      "Good question," said Kat, "I initially got their attention by blowing 
 the Henriksen Horn, an ancient artifact which mimics the call of the 
 Henriksen, but I fully gained their trust when they found out I was a 
 descendant of Spacecat I, who was their friend during Moogle War II.  When 
 they found out that I had studied military tactics in college, they made me 
 their General.  I may not have as much combat experience as some of the 
 other leaders in this war, but I am confident that I can make a difference in 
 these upcoming battles.  I must, for Bessie."
      "Bessie?" asked Triu.
      "Never mind," said Kat, "That's a whole other story.  How about you 
 tell me about yourself and your people?"


Date:	00-08-28 11:32:48 EDT
From:	larathia@mcs.net (Larathia)


Triu was practically quivering with curiosity and excitement; her first big
assignment, and she could report discovery of a whole new humanoid species!
She hoped her Captain was getting all this; when she saw the identical men,
she'd immediately activated the communications amulet she wore so Nighthawk
could hear. A whole new species! She realized her thoughts were scattering;
quickly she tried to pull herself together enough to answer this nice
person's questions - if she did well, perhaps Nighthawk would allow her to
be liason to *these* people, too. She bowed as to a superior; fist to her
chest and a small forward bow.

"I would be honored, General Kat. I am Triu of the Finch House; that is to
say, I am a brown-winged one trained as a fighter. Of those of our people
that came to this world, I am the youngest at just 100. This is my first
time outside the borders of our kingdom, never mind on a whole new world. I
was chosen by our Captain, Nighthawk, to be the official liason between her
people and Lord Tim, because they don't seem to get on well and I think
he's cute...but he doesn't seem to like me much. I am trained to use the
crossbow, and I can shoot pretty well, but I'm not very good at ground
combat. After watching Lord Tim today, I am glad I can fly!"

Triu tried to think of anything else about herself that was remotely
interesting, and couldn't. So she decided to answer the other half of the
General's question.

"My people are the Avariel, that is to say, elves who are the specially
chosen children of Aerdrie Faenya, the goddess of wind and weather. It was
she who gave us wings, and taught us to make light weapons of special
glass. The blue winged avariel you may see in the camp are her priests and
priestesses; they listen to the birds and the voices on the wind so we may
know her will. We came here because the Captain said she saw a threat on
this world that could in time threaten our homeland; she asked for suicide
volunteers. By that I mean she told us that whoever went probably would
never see home again, whether we lived or not. These moogle creatures are
kinda cute, and I wish they weren't such a bother, but maybe if we cut the
population down enough they won't be a threat to anyone."

General Kat was beginning to see why this one stared so much; she was a
complete bubblehead. Meantime, Triu had fallen silent and was obviously
thinking hard. Finally, she spoke. "I don't know if you're with Lord Tim
generally or not, but if you really rule these Hendriksons, I can ask my
Captain to send you a liason for our people, or if you like I could serve
in that capacity for at least as long as you're here with Lord Tim. I am
sure my Captain will be very interested in these men; even in her tales of
other worlds I've never heard her talk about people like you guys!"


From:	raumkatze2@aol.com

"Sure, that's fine with me," said Kat.