			    TRAVELLER Digest 193

Topics covered in this issue include:

  1) Jonkereen...	by djohnson@frame.com (Dane Johnson)
  2) Eight characters	by Alvin Plummer <alvin.plummer@sheridanc.on.ca>
  3) Tilyhloasyo Kyuiwei, Scout Extraordinare.	by Alvin Plummer <alvin.plummer@sheridanc.on.ca>
  4) Edward Longshanks	by Alvin Plummer <alvin.plummer@sheridanc.on.ca>

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Date: Mon, 13 Feb 1995 13:56:47 -0800
From: djohnson@frame.com (Dane Johnson)
To: traveller@MPGN.COM
Subject: Jonkereen...
Message-ID: <9502132156.AA01866@fmcuro>

Perfidious Zhodani Agents report Alvin Plummer as having said:
>
>In the new UWP stats at the ghost ftp site, there is this new species in 
>the Marches called the Jonkeereen.
>
>   Who are they?
>   How do I make one?
>   Why do they have a bunch of worlds in Regency territory?
>   Naming conventions?
>

The Jonkereen are a "Home-made" Minor human species.  They were detailed in
(as I recall) the MegaTraveller's Journal #3 (or maybe #2) and were
genetically modified by the Imperial Colonial Authority, or some such, to be
well adapted to desert conditions.  After several generations they are doing
fairly well, although their culture is only TL 3 or 4.  I seem to remember
that they had, in turn, several small settlements on other nearby
"Moisturally challenged" Domain o' Deneb worlds.  As I recall, they were
somewhat reminiscent of the Beduin in terms of culture.  Nice Vilardi
illustrations for the article, too.

No rules for designing one (probably "Barbarian" from the MT or CT career
types) and no naming conventions were provided.

I don't have the article with me, being at work, so I can't be more
specific.  Doubtless, hordes of others will  respond more accurately.  Well,
maybe one horde.

Dane
Dane "That Workflow Guy" Johnson
Frame Technology -- Curo Division

djohnson@frame.com dane@halcyon.com klaatu@halcyon.com


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Date: Mon, 13 Feb 1995 20:51:34 -0500 (EST)
From: Alvin Plummer <alvin.plummer@sheridanc.on.ca>
To: traveller@MPGN.COM
Subject: Eight characters
Message-ID: <Pine.OSF.3.91.950213154253.22211A@hubble.sheridanc.on.ca>


Even more characters to add to a Regency/Imperial campagin:

....................

Luke Gurewich                                               Born: 1158
Cleric, Entertainer, Political Leader                        Age:  42

UPP 934938-A

Born and resides on: Cyan (Pax Rulin, Trojan Reach/2102 C469AB9-B S Hi 
                           210 RE F6 V M7 V)

Six terms as an entertainer.

Language: Cyaneesi     - (10)         Recruiting            2  (10)
      [NOTE: can speak no Anglic]     Enviromental Suit     2  (6)
Leadership        4   (12)            Swimming              2  (6)
Persuasion        4   (12)            Acrobat               1  (4)
Theology          4   (7)             History               1  (4)
Instruction       2   (10)            Computer              0  (3)

Possessions: 300,000 Cr; most of it tied up in his home and retirement funds.

Family: one wife, 2 small sons (ages 5 and 3)

Appearance: Short & wiry, with thick, wavy black hair.  Dark brown skin, 
his eyes are naturally brown, but he wears yellow contacts for more 
fashionably `manly' look.  Usually clothed with TL B "sprayed on" 
fabrics, topped off with Devil's breaches and a brown/silver `head-cape', 
similar to Arab headgear, but no fabric covering the top of his head.

Personality: Vigourous and excitable, the kind of man who will try to 
right a wrong as soon as he sees it, without regard to the consequences.  
Adores his patron god, his family and his political followers.  Will 
never intentionally cause anyone pain, unless it's absolutely unavoidable.

History: He was just another minor TV personality when he first got 
involved in the Hetot M, a political organization that wants the 
democratically-elected Regency Planetary Resident to control domestic 
affairs also, thus becoming the defacto head of government rather than the 
current non-charismatic dictator Fieerield e'Orentav, President of Cyan 
for the last 17 years.

Of course, e'Orentav is not pleased at all: he considers Citizen Gurewich 
to be "a threat to social harmony", often placing him under house arrest 
and conducting petty harrasment against him.  The Resident, placed in a 
delicate diplomatic position, has worked hard to distant herself from 
Gurewich's campagin while trying to persuade e'Orentav to soften the 
`fascist-lite' nature of his government, giving the general public a 
greater voice in planetary affair's.

Throughout the Regency - and on Cyan - public opinion view Gurewich as a 
folk hero, a speaker for the Average Joe, uncontrolled by The Man.
The high level of Regency media attention has forced the dictator to avoid 
taking `extreme measures' to deal with Gurewich, instead relying on an 
unsuccessful slander campagin.

Despite his importance to the Hetot M, Gurewich insist's on spending half 
the year in an undersea cavern with other Initaties, engaging in the 
worshiping of Neptune (yes, the same Roman god).  During these times of 
seculsion, the government can afford to increase it's heavy-handed actions 
against the democrat's, as Regency media attention drop's drasically.

....................

Seemer Alco                                                        Born: 1176
Station Agent, Regency Electorial Office                            Age: 24

UPP 972669-B   (Son of an Hereditary Baron, but not in the line of 
                succession)

Homeworld: Vume (Sindal: Tobian Reach/2115 A100659-E Na Ni Va An 223 RE K7 V)
Current Station: Mewey (Five Sisters: Spinward Marches/0838 D786799-5 Ag 
                        Ri Tp 701 RE G3 V M7 V)

One term in University.
One-half of a Diplomat term

Admin/Legal    2 (8)    Computer               0 (6)   Language: 
History        2 (8)    Pilot (Inter/Grav)     0 (7)      Vilani      0  (9)

Liaison        2 (11)   Energy Pistol          0 (7)   Literary works 4 (10)

Possessions: A Luxurious TL 5 Mansion (owned by the Regency)
             15,000 Cr from Father, on a TL E debit card
             Has a TL 5 limo for "Regency business", but still can't 
                drive it, preferring the chaffeur to so.
             Two personal servant's (one that belong to him, the other 
                being a Family Watchdog.)

No Family on Mewey : but a large, wealthy, and controlling one on Vume.

Appearance: Of Solomani decent: white, with brown hair w/mustache set on 
a slim face.  Tends to project a neat, `natty' aura.  Dresses in typical 
"minor noble" fashion, on the conservative side.

Personality: Soft-spoken, even timid, but rigid if a matter of principle 
is involved.  Is quietly europhic over getting away from his family, but 
nervous about doing something stupid and ending his new-found freedom.  
Enjoys going on `walkies' on Mewey, the first world he's ever been on 
where you can step outside, breathe the air, and feel the sunshine gently 
lie on his shoulders.  

History: Eleven years before he was born, his homeworld was conquered 
without a fight by the Regency.  In return for a formal acceptance of the 
Regent as their Liege, the now-defunct nations of Vume were ennobled, 
then swamped by the waves of settlement from nearby Albe. 

By the time Alco was 10, the original population of 10,000 had risen to 
over 1 million, with the old Vume culture forgotten by all but the 
museums.  Seeing how Regency Nobility was losing power, Alco's elders 
made him join the Regency Electorial Office, to get a firsthand feel of 
the New Democracy - and see how the Vume families can cut a niche in it.

Alco himself has no love for politics, and privately detests both his 
elder's controlling ways and their willingness to sell their heritage for 
titles.  He hopes to prevent Mewey - another world `persuaded' to join 
the Regency, in 1182 - from Vume's fate by the vigourous defense of 
Mewey's democratic right's.  Indeed, his superiors wonder if sometimes 
Mr. Alco places Mewey's interest's above the Regency's.

..................

Hugh "Hugie" Olefir                                Born:  1166
Ship Master, S.S. Al Dabaran                       Age:    34

UPP: 27A7A2-A

Born on the S.S. Al Dabaran: in jumpspace between Dophkah (Deneb/2715 
C647746-5) and Doho (Deneb/2813 X69646A-5), Million Subsector, Deneb.

Resides: on the S.S. Al Dabaran.

Port of Choice: Dophkah (Million: Deneb/2715 C647746-5 Ag Tp B324 Wi K9 V)

Four terms as a Trader

Admin/Legal         3 (13)   Ship's Engineering 2 (12)  Climbing      1 (11)
Act/Bluff           4 (6)    Survey             2 (9)   Liasion       1 (3)
Marketing           1 (11)   Map                2 (10)  Survival      1 (8)
Language:                    Enviro Suit        2 (12)  Grav Pilot    1 (8)
Vargr (pidgin)      2 (4)    Zero-G Enviro      0 (10)  Computer      0 (10)
Astrogate           1 (8)    Wheeled Vechile    1 (8)   Anglic        - (6)
Communication       1 (11)   Slug Pistol        2 (4)
Gunnery: Energy W.  1 (11)   Streetwise         2 (4)

Possessions: Master of a TL A Morraine Free Trader, w/AirRaft. 

Family: Is a major `family elder' of his 32-member clan, with the menfolk 
usually scattered throughout the Deneb Wilds: most of the women and 
children is located on Dophkah's Starport. (Yes, local Free Trader 
culture is quite patriarchal)

Appearance: Once a strong, handsome daredevil, a Rebellion-era mine 
robbed him of a chunk of his face and much of his strength.  With chin 
and front teeth missing, Hugie is quite repulsive: he continues to trade, 
but makes sure that strangers who wish to see him are warned by his 
shipmates about his appearance, to reduce the shock.

The incident also created difficulties in speech.

History: The most promising of his father's many sons, Hughie was 
helping to set up astrogating matrixes from the age of 6, and was 
selected by his clan as part of the permenant crew of the Al Dabaran from 15.

The vast majority of his travels is plying a safe interface route between 
Dophkah and Errogel (Million: Deneb/2716 C150544-8 N Ni Po De 324 Wi G9 
V), the unoffical subsector capital of Million sector today [hey, it does 
have a working Vargr corsair, which is one more ship than any other 
system in the Million wilds can claim!]  Exactly two other merchantmen - 
both owned by the Vargr - operate in the subsector, and both ship's are 
in worse shape than his (not that the casual observer could tell the 
difference).

Only very occassionaly would the Al Dabaran leave it's single safe route, 
usually to pick up one of the clan's trained technican's from advisiory 
duties on one blasted world or another.  About five of these valuable 
brothers is on Segan (Million: Deneb/2717.  At 1117: B3509AB-C.  At 1200: 
X35056F-1 Ni Po De 324 Wi G9 V), helping the local TED maintain his 
machines, and richly rewarded for doing so.

......................

Heather Dust tri D'vanfair                                  Born: 1160
Port Inspector (Small ships), Yasaman Starport, Risek           Age: 40

UPP 4964A9-6

Birthworld: Bevy (Rhylanor: Spinward Marches/3216 D4209CC-A S Na Hi In Po 
                  De 324 RE F4 V)
Residence: Risek (Rhylanor: Spinward Marches/2712 A325579-A N Ni B401 RE 
                  M1 V M5 V)

One term in college
Four term's as a bureaucrat (Rank: 03)

Admin/Legal      6 (16)  Languages:                  Enviro Suit  0 (6)    
Investigation    3 (7)          Vilani       1 (10)               
Observation      2 (6)          Zhodani      1 (10)
Bribery          2 (11)         Vargr        0 (9)
Streetwise       1 (10)  Interrogation       1 (10)
Music: Song      3 (12)  Research            3 (7)
Computer         1 (11)  Zero-G Enviro       2 (8)

Possessions: Standard "Living module" in the HighPort. 
             About 8,000 Cr in savings
             About 14,000 Cr in small `gifts'

Family: a common-law husband, 5 children (3 have left home).
        Her parent's also live with her.

Appearance: In line with Risek fashion (which is itself heavily 
influenced by Rhylanor), tri D'vanfair prefers to wearbiogeneered 
clothing with it's biolumenesent (glow-in-the-dark, for those with 
trouble with my spelling) colours and an overpowering fagrance.  Her 
stolid, double-chinned face is traced with faint red tatto lines, 
identifying her as a member of the D'vanfair clan of Bevy.  A synthetic 
`halo' - a visual effect eminating from a cap she wears - completes the 
effect.

Personality: Loud and getting louder.  According to the starship 
captain's who have the pleasure of her company, she is rude, crass and 
ignorant of the first principles of starship operation.  About the only 
way to avoid being entangled in a writhing mass of red tape is to 
continually "feed Herself with small but valuable gifts." (their words)

If you talk to her family and her social peer's, though, you'd hear the 
story of a generous and musically talented woman, always willing to help 
out anyone in need.  Even a few traders are willing to sing her praises: 
the most legendary tale revolves on how she faced down both the Starport 
Administrator and the Commandant of the Navy base to retify a gross 
injustice done to one of "Her" merchants. 

Position: As a Port Inspector, Ms. tri D'vanfair has enormous power over 
the comings & goings of the smaller ship's (under 1000 Disp), especially 
Free Traders who don't have a Corp. to look out for them.  Heading a 3-5 
man ship inspection team, she can declare a starship, crew members or a 
cargo load "hazzardus", impounding them until a formal hearing is held.

...................

Dame Oralia Beatrice Huntington                          Born: 1149
High Judge, Regency Court of Flammorion                   Age: 53

UPP: 547586-B

Birthplace: Giikusu (Dunmag: Deneb/2316 E647ABC-C S Hi In Tp 105 RE K8 V)

Residence: Flammorion (Daryen: Spinward Marches/0930 A623514-B B Ni Po 710 
                       RE F8 V)

University of Giikusu, Sheridan Law School
Four terms in the Legal profesion

Admin/Legal    10 (18)   Observation    3 (8)   Bargain              1 (7)
Interrogate     8 (13)   Liaison        2 (8)   Pilot (Inter/Grav)   1 (5)
Persuasion      5 (11)   Theology       2 (10)  History              1 (9)
Willpower       4 (9)    Leader         1 (7)   Chemistry            1 (9)
           Computer         0 (8)        Investigation    0 (5)

Possessions: A large, transparent pressure dome in one of the better 
                neighbourhoods 
             Access to local Regency resources, as needed
             c. 200,000 Cr in Mora-based investments
             22,000 Cr available as ready cash

Family: her husband David, four grown children (all in the Regency Civil 
        Service), and two large Clover hounds 

Appearance: the Dame's clothing tends to be quite conservative and 
understated.  However, a Regency royalty watcher or a fashion expert 
would appreciate her very subtle (and very expensive) taste in clothes, a 
style that fewer and fewer lesser nobles can afford nowadays.

Personality: Tall and regal, Dame Oralia tend's to give the rarefied air 
of a cold, superdignified noble.  This is the result of training and habit, 
but also preferance: she doesn't like to associate with anyone of lower 
Social Standing then "9".  About the only crack of humanity she is 
willing to show in public is affection to her God, her family, and  
family servants, and even then it's more of a loving tenderness 
than a powerful bear hug. 

Family History: Origionally from Sagan, Deneb sector, the main Huntington 
line perished to the last man fighting the Vargr hordes, leaving only a few 
survivors of the lesser, non-hereditary noble line to carry on the family 
name and tradition of service.  Even by 1200, Sagan has remained 
unvisited by any Regency craft, formally or unoffically.

Beliefs: Dame Oralia - a life (non-hereditary) peer, ennobled 1194 - 
fiercely believes in both in her family and in the Regency.  A devout 
Roman Catholic - a typical `Solomani noble' religion -  she also believes in 
the place of the nobility as ordained in God's Order.

However, her Oath of Feality to the Regent forbits her from striving to 
neutralize the Democratic Reforms, as the Regent *is* the Will of God in 
temporal matters, as far as she is concerned.

Unfortunately, her charismatic younger brother Brian not only opposes the 
Reforms but believes that violence can be justifiably used to stop them.  
In his influential telebook "Honour Betrayed", he declares "[The 
Democratic Reforms] is an illegal attempt to ursurp Noble authority, 
proclaimed by a Regent who dares to take what Cleon has given.  Deneb 
will soon be as dead as Illeish, if we allow the use of majority votes as 
a shoddy cloak for the theft our our rights, our property, and our heritage!"

That's Brian's view.  Dame Oralia's view is that her brother is 
commiting high treason against divinely-annointed authority.  If she ever has
the opportunity to kill him for disgracing the family name, she will 
gladly take it.  Currently, however, not even MoJ agents can find Briam.

Ambition: Originally a Crown Attorney, she made the bench in 1191.  She 
has the reputation of a severe, hanging judge of ice-pure integrity.  
Her goal is to eventually become Law Lord of an important system in a 
decade, eventually apexing in a *hereditary* title.

Current goals: as a judge of a recently-absorbed system - Flammorion was 
annexed after a short action in 1188 - Dame Oralia's mail goal is to set 
Imperial Justice as a perfect, unquestionable standard in the eyes of all 
Flammorionii.  "The way that a civilization dispenses justice is the 
clearest indication of that civilization's worth" one of her professors in 
law taught, and the Knight intends to clearly indicate the superior worth 
of Imperial Civilization to all others.

.........................

Vangirs                     Born: 1161     Race: Vargr
Desert Guide                 Age: 39       See Roger Myhre's post
                                               "Building the Perfect Dog"
UPP 449588-()

Birthplace: Enos (Sword Worlds: Spinward Marches/1130 E25059B-4  J Ni Po 
                  De 710 Na M9 V)
Resides: Anduril (Sword Worlds: Spinward Marches/1026 B985855-B M Ri Tp 
                  322 NU F2 V)

Two terms as a TL 4 mechanic
One term as a sweathouse labourer
Two terms as a hubter-guide on Anduril

Mechanic (TL 4)      7 (11)  Survival (Desert)   3 (8)  Speulking       1 (9)
         (TL B)      1 (5)   Tracking            2 (7)  Airship         1 (6)
Machinist  (TL 4)    2 (7)   Climbing            2 (11) Stealth         1 (6)

Gambling             4 (9)   Guard/Hunting Beast        Willpower       0 (5)
Tailoring  (TL B)    2 (7)                       2 (11) Slug Rifle      2 (6)
Language - Gram      - (10)  Riding              1 (10)
Unarmed M.A.         2 (6)   High-G Enviro       2 (11)

 [with no skill level, speaks Anglic at  - (4)]

Possessions: rent's a very small office/apartment in the poorer side os a 
               desert town
             TL 4 camping equipment for a party of five
             TL B LI Goggles
             a well-built, TL 4 Vargr rifle, designed for Vargr hands
             a TL 4 hot-air ballon
             about 300 Cr in local currency

Family:  Has many connections to the local poor
         No blood family on Anduril: sends money back to the folks on Enos.

Appearance: looks like a Vargr on the ropes, with old, dull clothes and a 
greying, dirty coat of fur.  Despite his semi-impoverished condition, 
however, Vangtirs still retains a certain pride in himself, and has not 
let impoverished circumstances impoverish his soul.

Personality: Loud and boisterous.  Quite adventurous and daring, he's 
willing to take on anything and anyone that get's in his way... and has 
the scars to prove it.  

History: Born into the very small Vargr community on Enos (less than 1000 
menbers), he worked as a railroader for a decade before being able to buy 
a low passage ticket to Anduril.

On Anduril, he worked in a sweatshop for four long years (his hands still 
hurt from that time) until he found his true calling as a guide to the 
Urgnemoff Desert.  Based in the small town of Hunafloi, his archaic TL 4 
tours are bringing in a constant income, allowing him to treat his 
friends and even import - at an outragious cost - a TL 4 ballon for his 
business.

................... 

Adept Florentine Leonidas, S.M.M.                    Born: 1177
Missionary/Sociologist                                Age: 23

UPP 3387AA-5

Birthplace: Orbital Platform 14, Pretoria (Pretoria: Deneb/0406 B656A67-C 
            N Hi Tp Cp Mr 120 RE G5 IV)

Raised & Resides: Ash Pretoria: Deneb/0504 A540887-9 S Po De 301 RE M4 V 
            M9 V)

One Term Undergrad
One Term Computer Scientist

Computer         5 (15)    Language: High Sylan    0 (10)
Persuasion       2 (12)    Song (Chant)            1 (11)
Psychology       3 (10)    Linguistics             1 (11)
Theology         2 (12)    History                 0 (10)
Electronics      2 (12)    Willpower               0 (7)
Service          1 (11)    Enviro Suit             0 (8)
                           Zero-G Enviro           2 (10)


Possessions: The only thing the Adept owns is her Bible.
             All the following possessions are actually lent to her by 
               her order:
             An extensive array of TL C antivirus equipment
             Religous pamphlets, books, and audiovisual equipment
             A large array of field equipment
             Her TL F nun's robe

Organization: her 800,000 member order is spread throughout the trailing 
and coreward edge of the Regency, with a special concentration in 
Pretoria and Lamas subsectors.

Appearance: The first thing one notices about her is her unmistakable 
clothing.  A dark blue, TL F nun's robe with habit, it's usually speckled 
with shimmering, twinkling stars that can dissapear with a guesture or a 
verbal command.  It provides an AV of 2.

Forentine herself is thin and willowy, though on the short side.  her 
face is of uncertain origin, usually placid, with naturally arched 
eyebrows and dark brown eyes.  Her black hair is hidden by white cloth.

Personality: Enthusiastic and mystical.  Her unlimited faith in God 
grant's her the stamina to endure any trial: however, her spritual 
orientation(ie. her lips moving in silent prayer, unexpected religious 
trances, religious laguage popping into non-religious conversation, 
talking to angels) can make people nervous.  However, her natural love of 
people - especially the poor, sickly and hurting - tend to cover her 
faults.  She still has some very weird eating habits, though.

Her most enjoyable pastime isher soaring chant's: she's always learning 
new chant's to add to her extensive repritore.  When attacked, she 
react's in a passive-aggresive manner, often infuriating her opponenbt or 
dumping guilt on them.  Her most deadly weapon is a low-profile, 
razor-sharp wit: she can make even the most arrogant and proud 
opponentlook like a blind and stupid fool, but she'll never openly and 
directly attack anyone.

Usually quite easygoing, she can be stubborn and manipulative over issues 
she feels is important.  Oftentimes, she can even literally get sick 
until she get's what she want's.

History: At a very young age, Leonidas decided to become a num, and was 
enrolled in the Society of Mary Magalene.  She enjoyed her stay at the 
convent at Ash, and now- after an extensive education, Adept Forentine - 
and her Champion, Aleksandr Suvarov - is preparing to enter the Wilds, to 
recontact the faithful of the Imperial Church, convert the heathen, 
spread antiviral tools and techniques, and gather sociological 
information to bring back to the Church leaders on Mora.

Ambition: Leonidas hopes to do a good enough job so that not only will 
she be initated into full sisterhood, but be given a pernament mission to
tend.

................

Aleksandr Rumiantsev Suvarov, M.O.C.                 Born: 1171
Champion                                              Age: 29

UPP 7C5774-2                                         Initative: 8

Birthworld: Deneb (Deneb: Deneb.1925 B537BDD-D N Hi Cx 110 RE A2 Ia)

Resides: El D'Nah (Pretoria: Deneb/0502 C549456-C S Lo Ni 502 RE K6 V)

Two terms in the Regency Marines
One term as a Mercenary

Energy Rifle  4 (11)  Unarmed M.A.     1 (8)   Carousing      1 (5)  
Slug Rifle    3 (10)  Computer         0 (7)   Gambling       1 (8)
Observation   3 (10)  Enviro Suit      2 (7)   Bribery        1 (5)
Intrusion     3 (10)  Grav Belt        1 (13)  Zero-G Enviro  2 (7)
Stealth       2 (14)  Energy Artillery 1 (13)  Languages: Anglic  - (10)
Large Blade   2 (9)   Electronics      1 (8)           Denebi     - (10)
Small Balde   1 (8)   Trauma Aid       1 (8)           "Code"     1 (5)

"Code" is a method of communication using symbols, gesters and subvocal 
sounds to convey information secretly.  Taught in certain regiments of 
the Regency Marines.

Possessions: A large array of field equipment (ie tents, radio's, etc)
             Marine Cutlass (bought secondhand: his own was broken in 
                       disgrace)
             4mm Gauss Rifle - 12
             commo kit * 2
             medical kit * 3

Organization: The Military Order of Christ is a registered mercenary 
unit, operated by the Imperial Catholic Church as a security arm for 
church leadership, property, isolated conflicts and dangerous 
expeditions.  Largely Veteran/Elite, the 1400-man unit has a solid 
reputation, although it's fielded too rarely to be seriously considered 
as a contender for "The Best Mercenary Unit".

Appearance: Unattrative, though not repulsive.  A hard, bony face, framed 
by dirty blod hair, is set upon a 6-foot sinewy, big-boned body.  
Clothing is either ill-fitting civvies or worn military fatigues.  Has a 
thick Denebi accent when he speaks, which is seldom..Sticks close to the 
Adept in the field.

Personality: Laconic.  No longer beat's up people on impulse, but is 
still tempted.  Despite his distain for authority he is loyal to his 
order and his God, and is both quick-witted and fearless in action.

His great goal is to obtain fame and renoun, to cleanse his name and be a 
hero to his people, `to sieze the Glory'.  His every action, every though 
is directed to this one goal.

History: Born in Deneb, Suvarov's childhood dream was to join the Regency 
Marines.  He served two tours in the Marines with distinction, obtaining 
several citations and metals, including the Regent's Star for 
spearheading an attack on a nasty enemy strongpoint in 1194.

All that he worked for was lost when he callously murdered a 
non-combatent on the battlefield in 1196.  Although his unit didn't report
this crime to the authorities, rumour's about his action eventually reached
an officer, who set court-marshal proceedings in motion.  Because of his
previous heroism Suvarov wasn't shot: instead he was given 100 lashes with a
neurowhip and dishonourably cashiered, with his life savings paid out to
the victim's wife as restitution.

Without honour, without his friends, and without a future, Suvorov would 
soon have destroyed himself in drugs or drink if he wasn't rescued by a 
compassionate priest.  After repenting of his sins, paying penance, and 
converting into the Imperial Church, he requested and, after careful testing
using Zhodani techniques, was allowed to join the M.O.C.

His sterling record with the M.O.C. has finally landed his first 
independent assignment, with Adept Flourentine: an opportunity to prove 
himself a reformed Christian that Suvarov has been waiting for.


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Date: Mon, 13 Feb 1995 21:56:33 -0500 (EST)
From: Alvin Plummer <alvin.plummer@sheridanc.on.ca>
To: traveller@MPGN.COM
Subject: Tilyhloasyo Kyuiwei, Scout Extraordinare.
Message-ID: <Pine.OSF.3.91.950213205138.22211B@hubble.sheridanc.on.ca>


Tilyhloasyo Kyuiwei                          Born: 1157
Scout/Diplomat                                Age: 43

UPP 9466A8-A                              Aslan Female

Homeworld: Yekhaktei (Uaiew: Faoheiroi'iyherao/3115 CA9A7JB-E  R Fl Wa 
                      A431 As K5 V)

[Location: if Core sector is 0,0
              Spinward Marches is -1,-4
              Faoheiroi'iyhao is 2, -7.

Travel time: Assuming one week in jump4, three days out, it would take 
almost exactly one year to travel from regina to Yekhaktei              ]

One term university (B.A. in science)
Three terms scout
Two terms scout/diplomat

Liasion        4 (12)  Tradition      1 (9)       Geology         1 (11)
Observation    4 (10)  Streetwise     1 (9)       Xeno-Bilology   1 (11)    
Biology        4 (14)  Stelth         1 (5)       Gravitics       1 (11)
Tolerance      3 (11)  Zero-G Enviro  0 (6)       High-G Enviro   1 (7)
Persuasion     3 (11)  RCV Operations 1 (11)      Pilot (grav)    0 (4)
Leadership     3 (11)  Languages: Aslan     - (10) Computer       0 (10)
Chemistry      3 (13)             Anglic    1 (9)
Dewclaw        2 (11)             Eingsank  1 (9)
Enviro Suit    2 (8)               [A minor race's language at Eiaplial/1238
Survey         2 (8)                Eiaplial sector: -2,-8   ]
Sensors        1 (7)              Zhodani   2 (10)

Posessions: 10 MCr in diamond's gold, and radioactives
            a line of credit from her clan (only useable in the Hierate)
            an extensive database on the current Spinward States 
              (although much of that info is over 10 years out of date)
            Translator chips for every language in the Spinward States
            another specialized database regarding the 
               diplomatic/political situation (only 4 years out of date)
            subscriptions to nearly every news service, political,  
               scientific and business journal in existance
               (except that worthless RC junk, of course :)
 
Family: unmarried, to preserve her independence

Appearance: on rather light build for an Aslan, with a very long, 
well-groomed coat of black hair.  Her round face and oval eyes (oval even 
for Aslan) is set off with a short snout.  Aslans (or humans fluent in 
Aslan) would find her accent strange and harsh: her Anglic is clear, if 
rather stilted.  Her style of dress is definitely unknown by local Aslans 
(and human Aslan watchers).

Personality: Beyond the usual Aslan formality and pride, Kyuiwei is 
incredibly curious ("as curious as a Hiver" is the Regency stereotype: 
of course, Kyuiwei would immediately ask to see a real live one).  
Everything she sees must be poked, tested, sampled and analyzed.  Enev 
more interesting for an Aslan, she applies her curiouisity to sentinents 
- regard less of their barbaric (ie non-Aslan) culture, she just must 
find out more about them.  her non-judgemental attitude - very rare on 
her world, where no human has been seen since the Rebellion started - has 
marked her out as her clan's Ambassator Extraordinare.

History: After graduating from a local "university", Kyuiwei was selected 
to join her clan's scientific community as a field scout/scientist.  As 
scientisis were the subgroup most likely to interact with the Strangers 
(ie. Aslans outside of the Yekhakteal clan) she became exposed to these 
folk, and - unlike her peers - wrote about these strange Aslans with 
their peculiar habits for the general public.

Worldwide fame and notoriety was produced: the government initally 
attempted to discourage further writings, but, under pressure from 
acadamia, business, and her hordes of fans, relented, and gave her funds 
to continue exploring.  And explore she did: with an aged trader with a 
questionable jump drive she explored first her subsector, then the entire 
sector, taking odd jobs and speculating on cargo to keep food in the 
belly and the engines hot.

When she returned "to stay", she had not only bought a treasure trove of 
information, but had inadvertantly laid the groundwork for other clan members
to follow, both business and scientists.  This led to a surge in the ecomony
(Yekhaktei is the highest tech system in the subsector), which led to a 
vastly increased government interest in her explorations.

Eventually, the clan leaders managed to persuade her to launch another 
one-ship expedition, but as a formally accreddited ambassador of her 
clan.  She was given the _Ouhaei Hteftaihwoarl_, a gorgeous TL E Aslan 
scout/diplomatic yacht, with a read lab, probes, RCV equipment and 
everything, wrapped in a million credts worht of luxurious fittings, 
double-large rooms, whirlpool, etc.  And she was given a 'loose'itenary, 
involving contacting all the major clans of the Hierate, the Zhodani, and 
the Regency.

Kyuiwei has spent the last eight years away from her distant home, and 
has seen more wonders than anyone else in her clan's history.  Now 
completing her tour in the Zhodani Consulate, she's now in Chronor 
subsector, preparing to enter the Spinward Marches.  With most of her 
experiences of humans from the Consulate, she would be initally very 
truthful and trusting, expecting the truth in return. However, her view
of the Regency will be as an inferior civilization, full of liars and 
mentally ill people (as her Zhodani friends suggest).  Indeed, one of her 
crew is a Zho 'guide' (actually a SORAG agent), sent specifically to 
protect her from the Regency barbarians.


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                             Aslan Scout       NOTE: This is a Diplomatic
                                                     vessel: attacking it
Disp     500             Hull Armour  40             or forcably boarding
Len       48             Volume     7000             it is strictly 
Price    188.7  MCr      Target Size   S             forbidden to the laws
Config Cylinder SL       TL            E             of all the Spinward 
Mass 2905/2276.6                                     States.

Power Plant: 720 MW, 1 year duration (6.3 MW surplus)
Maneuver       4G, 48.2 G-hours, 49.5 G-hours w/jfuel  (150 MW/G)
CG lifters (50 MW)
Maintenance    120
Jump 3

Computer  TL E (st) * 3 (.5 MW each)
Commo   Maser (1000 AU) (.6 MW)
        Radio (300 000) (10 MW)
Avionics   TL E
Terrain    TL E (180 kph)
Sensors    A-EMS (120 000) (9 MW)      Densito  (.5 MW)
           P-EMS ( 60 000) (.04 MW)    Neutrino (.01 MW)

Sandcaster     (Arcs 2-4, loc. 11)
Laser - 150 Mj (Arcs 2-4, loc. 10) (4.2 MW)
     2: 1/10-31  4:1/10-31  8: 1/10-31  16: 1/10-31

Extended L.S. (1.4 MW)
Complement 17:   Engineer    6  Specialists   5
                 Electronics 1  Gunnery       2
                 Maneuver    2  Command       1
Crew Accomo      Double room * 17 (.003 MW each)
Hangar           1 * 2 Disp craft, 2 * 1 Disp probes (internal hangar)
Cargo            98 Kl
Laboratory * 1   (.8 MW)
Air Locks        2

Fuel Scoops           Refuel HEPlaR, Jfuel in 6.8 Hours
Fuel Purification     Purifies Jfuel in 24 hours (.1 MW)


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Alvin Plummer

                     The arching sky is calling
                    spacemen back to their trade
                *All hands!  Stand by!  Free falling!*
                    And the lights below us fade
 
                     Out ride the sons of Terra
                    Far drives the thundering jet,
                    Up leaps the race of Earthmen, 
                      Out, far, and onward yet-

                 We've tried each spinning space mote
                    And reckoned its true worth:
                Take us back again to the homes of men
                   On the cool, green hills of Earth
                                   - Robert A. Heinlein


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Date: Mon, 13 Feb 1995 22:20:56 -0500 (EST)
From: Alvin Plummer <alvin.plummer@sheridanc.on.ca>
To: traveller@MPGN.COM
Subject: Edward Longshanks
Message-ID: <Pine.OSF.3.91.950213215636.22211C@hubble.sheridanc.on.ca>


One more, to hit the road...

Edward Longshanks                                Born: 1142
Regency Pilot Examinator                         Age: 58

UPP  435A61-5

Born: Shiazhzdepr (Chronor: Spinward Marches/0610 B756779-A Z Ag Tp B211 
                   Zh F4 V M0 V)

Resides: Trin (Trin's Viel: Spinward Marches/3235 A894A96-F A Hi In Tp Cp 
               101 RE  Mo V)

One term technical school
Four terms civil pilot
Five terms bureaucrat

Pilot  (inter/Grav)  10 (13)      Navigation     2 (12)   Computer    0 (6)
Observation           6 (16)      Grav Belt      1 (4)    Pilot: Glider
Streetwise            4 (14)      Service        1 (2)                0 (3)
Map                   3 (9)       Enviro Suit    1 (6)    Willpower   1 (11)
Admin/Legal           3 (9)       Zero-G Enviro  1 (6)    Starship
Pilot (Fixed Wing)    3 (6)       Investigation  1 (11)    Archtecture 1 (7)
Interview             2 (12)      Psychology     1 (11)

Possessions: a 10,000 Cr pension, in addition to a 60,000 Cr/year salary
             a rented apartment in Solaris Tower
             about 32,000 Cr in the bank

Family: A loveless marriage with two wives, no children - his only son 
died 12 years ago in a hull breach incident.

Appearance: His very low charisma is the result of a major attitude problem.
& Personality        `Cursing', `drunken', `lewd' and `smelly' comed to 
                      mind when you see his bloated form lurch towards you.

Despite his degenerate existance, this particular blight on mankind is 
quite competent on thejob.  he is an extremely tough examiner - on both 
first imers, and those renewing their license to fly - who enjoys 
depriving young hotshot pilots of their starship pilot license for the 
most trivial of reasons.

He is also quite devioius in his methods: one of his favourate tricks is 
to fail the pilot, then suggest that "for the right incentive" he's 
willing to reconsider the grade.  After the bribe is given, he blows the 
whistle, the pilot is imprisioned and barred from ever regaining his 
license while Longshanks gains brownie points and an extra bonus in hs 
paycheck.

While he's willing to stomp on anyone, he especially loves to fail psions, as
they remind him of the Zhodani, those "Craven, perverted mind-eating
moon-worshippers"  Originally born in the Consulate, (he regularily 
thanks the gods for getting him out before the age of 4, where his 
'education' would have started) he insist's on calling
his old homeworld "Sheyou", and is willing to do anything to hurt the 
Zhodani, psions, or anything related to them.

Behind this tub of lard's beady little eyes lies a beady but hyperactive 
mind.  Treat with caution.

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Alvin Plummer
"The Imperium Lives!  It just shrunk to 1/16th of it's regular size."

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