World Watch OnLine: The UnOfficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
# 143 (30 July 2000)
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Contents:
Greetings
On copying the novel.
For what it's worth...
The Tank Girl Novel Link!
Buckaroo Banzai
Chapter 15, Pt.1

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Greetings,

'Nother relatively short one this week, but it's got
another chapter (yeah!) of "Lock and Key" so hopefully
that makes up for it a little. Between that and a
new Spinal Tap song available for download on
http://www.tapster.com things are going okay. They'd
be better if my scanner wasn't bunged up. Anyone
have any choices for a new one, preferably with a
decent slide/transparency adapter?

Think I've finally gotten everyone over on eGroups.
Again, if you want to be on but don't like the eGroups
idea, let me know.

Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	 On copying the novel.
Date:	7/23/00 8:48:18 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	tjarey@home.com (T.J. "SKIP" Arey N2EI)

For what its worth, I would like to point out that many libraries seem
to have no problems with copying and sharing out of print materials. It
is (or at least was when I was working in a library in grad school) done
all the time between academic libraries. There probably are some strong
legal questions surrounding an exiting copyright as opposed to an older
work that is clearly in the public domain but they never came up in the
libraries I delt with. 

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     Website   http://members.home.net/tjarey

     Snail Mail: PO Box 236, Beverly, NJ 08010

   Specialization is for insects!   LAZARUS LONG

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Subj:	 For what it's worth...
Date:	7/24/00 10:20:38 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	BBISharkey@aol.com

For what it's worth...
In the 7/23/00 mailing of World Watch Online, kitkatklub@lycos.com 
(Elizabeth) wrote:

<<If I recall correctly - as a writer Rauch has all his stuff automatically 
protected until 50* years after his death. The same would go with screenplays
because it is written material>>

This is basically true, Liz and I agree with everything both you and 
Stardancer said about copyright violations. But add into your equation that 
the motion picture screenplay and its associated rights DO NOT belong to Earl
Mac Rauch in any way. Those became the property of 20th Century Fox the 
minute he signed the contract. And rest assured, those rights are protected 
world wide.

The novelization of the film was published by Pocket, so they would get their
cut of any profits before trickling down to Rauch. As has been pointed out, 
since it's out of print, this is moot.

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Subj:	 The Tank Girl Novel Link!
Date:	7/30/00 6:47:54 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	tachyon00@yahoo.com (stacey hoskin)

Ask and ye shall receive...it had occured to me that my case might be
strengthened had I included this in the first place.

http://ds.dial.pipex.com/m.millar/down/tank.html

bbi# 415 voodoo klohn

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> Subj:	 Re: Scanning the novel..Tank Girl novel?
> Date:	7/16/00 10:06:56 PM Eastern Daylight Time
> From:	madmax66@excite.com
> 
> Although not something Banzai per se, someone did bring up that that 
> there
> was an online version available. I would be very interested in 
> finding out
> where.
> 
> Thanx
> 
> MM
> 
> -Save the whales, collect the entire set.
> 
> **** I didn't want to be the one to ask. But I'm
> curious about this, too. - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 Buckaroo Banzai
Date:	7/26/00 3:13:16 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	karnobe@worldnet.att.net (Bruce Karn)

Greetings!

I saw Buckaroo Banzai when it was released in the theatre and have been
searching for the video ever since!  I was delighted by the intricate
mind-play of the characters and the dead-pan delivery of Peter Weller. 
He BELIEVED in his character, hence he made me believe, too!

I still hold a longing in my heart for a sequel, but I realize that
would be impossible. It could no more be recaptured in it's elegant
simplicity that the original Rocky Horror Picture Show!

Still it's nice to find others like me who enjoyed the film for the
clever satire it portrayed; I am glad I'm not alone!  Hope to hear more
from the group!

Karnobe

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Subj:	 Chapter 15, Pt.1
Date:	7/28/00 8:39:46 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	jetlightfoot@juno.com

Sorry about the massive delay on this thing, folks; having a baby can do
that. If the summary below isn't enough to get you back up to speed, go
check over your archive copies of the newsletter. You *do* have them,
don't you....?

Well, if you were too lazy to archive them, or if you're new to the list,
you can go get the previous parts by way of ArcLight's zipped archives at


http://www.fortunecity.com/tattooine/blish/218/library.htm 

Chapters 1-11 are available online at the Strike Team Renegade Fiction
Archives for certain; although I hope I find time to get Chapters 12-14
up before this issue of the newsletter, I know better than to make
promises with a 3-1/2 month old in the house. You'll find that URL below.

Hope you enjoy!

Replay

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Disclaimer/Author Notes:

This story takes place in Spring 1987 (between the events of the movie
and Rafterman's proposed script for the sequel, from which it takes a few
plot cues). It's written from Reno Nevada's point of view much after the
fact, which seemed the best way to avoid getting flamed by folks who own
the book, and lets me pick up a few details from there more easily as
well.

Characters and concepts related to Buckaroo Banzai belong to other
people. See disclaimer on Chapter One for full info. In any event, the
author has no intent to make any money hereby and is just having fun.
Don't complain if details here don't coincide with the TV pilot/series;
this was started before the pilot script.

Plot elements and other characters are copyright 1998-??? and
1990-infinity, respectively, and are the property of Replay, except
T-Bear (who belongs to Lynx, Trouble, himself, and several cats at last
check). People with permission to archive the text know who they are; all
others should e-mail me at BBI_Replay@yahoo.com first. Send comments and
questions to the same address.

Previous chapters may be found in an HTML format in Strike Team
Renegade's archives at

http://members.fortunecity.com/renegade_six/fiction.html

with new chapters appearing after they run here. If you need a piece that
isn't there, check out ArcLight's recent zipfiles of the newsletter or
e-mail me.

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Previously--

After an explosion wreaks havoc on their hotel rooms, Team Banzai has
relocated rather hastily to a former school at the edge of the metro
area. Their only wounded from the incident is Replay, who regains
consciousness 3 days after her second exposure to talava. Only she and
Buckaroo are aware at first that she remembers none of them except
Rawhide, whom she'd once drawn and only vaguely recalls.

Enter the plot complications: Wayback, a telepath who'd been testing
Replay's own psionic abilities to determine what effect, if any, her
prior exposure has had; a storm which borders on being epic in proportion
but which doesn't want to spawn the expected tornados; Hanoi Xan's spies
inside Team Banzai; Lindbergh, an intern and the Institute's senior
pilot, whom Wayback can't easily read; a suspicious power failure and the
definitely hostile jamming of Team Banzai communications; a police
Captain who considers Team Banzai vigilantes and the Blue Blaze
Irregulars wannabe vigilantes, and who has unwittingly assigned 2 BBIs to
the case; Deng Fat, one of Xan's lieutenants with a particular interest
in Replay, and the World Crime League team working for him who try to
kidnap Reno and Wayback; a lightning bolt; a federal witness turned FBI
agent; two bridges, one closed, the other with a host of problems
including World Watch One at rest upon it; the FBI agent's Adder partner;
a World Crime League member's unexpected traffic ticket; and a surprising
request for federal assistance. Further, Replay's cover is at least
partially blown, revealing her true identity -- gypsy resident Jet
Lightfoot -- to Lindbergh.

Chapter 15 opens with one of Xan's players among the Maryland Heights
constabulary.

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Lock and Key
Chapter Fifteen, pt.1

Crime in general may not be what people mean when they refer to the
world's oldest profession, but as a category it ranks pretty high on the
seniority list. From time immemorial, small-time operators have been
largely anonymous among their fellows if not always to the local
authorities. Likewise, law enforcement has been plagued with corruption
to some degree for nearly as long as the distinction between cop and
crook has existed.

Crusher Garbanzo would not have been confused about his ticket if he'd
known Officer Michael Banger was among the corrupt. Banger was aware that
Crusher was with the World Crime League; his instructions in that regard
were quite clear: do as little to interfere as possible without putting
himself or his career in jeopardy. Perhaps ticketing Crusher hadn't been
absolutely necessary, but meeting his unofficial monthly quota could
justify it.

When he heard explosions, he would have liked to investigate, but
dispatch already had more traffic than they could handle easily. There
was at least one officer down and an ambulance already on the scene;
firetrucks were en route as well. Beyond that, the radio calls Banger was
able to decipher became confused to such a degree that he couldn't tell
whether Garbanzo had been involved. Reporting himself as leaving his beat
just then would have been difficult at best and suspicious at worst.

The whisper in his head half an hour closer to shift change was no great
surprise. Master Xan issued his instructions personally as often as not,
although Banger could not have said whether this was the case with other
moles or whether the Master merely derived a perverse pleasure from
giving him orders because he was a cop. It was a peculiar week when he
didn't receive some message from the transmitter in his skull. Sometimes
compliance made his life more interesting than he preferred; this
promised to be one of those situations. At least he didn't have to rack
his brain for an excuse to check into things at De Paul, not with one of
his fellow officers reportedly in the ER.

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To the best of our collective knowledge, Jet's own detractors have called
her many things, (some of them unprintable) but slow is not among them.
For the main, even we have been rather uncertain how much of her
quickness on the uptake is a matter of her psionics and how much of it
experience. Certainly it was the latter which inclined her to view the
highway patrolman as a potential low-grade threat, not particularly to be
worried about unless he learned of Dingo but nonetheless an unknown
quantity. In her present state, she was inclined to be especially
cautious of anything she didn't have a firm handle on. Anything else
would have been asking for trouble.

The relief she felt when that officer headed off to use the state's
equipment to speak to the governor's office didn't show in her face. In
theory she had more latitude for discussion than she'd had earlier; in
practice, she was still as constrained by her uncertainties as she'd been
since waking. Buckaroo and Rawhide were family, people with whom she
could safely discuss anything without fear of repercussions. Neither of
them had as yet given her reason to believe that anyone else still on the
bus was -- or wasn't -- kin as well. Under those circumstances, she was
inclined to keep things to herself as much as practical.

Buckaroo understood how she felt; for a few moments at least, they had a
bit of relative privacy. It wouldn't last long; the officer was likely to
rejoin them before the bus got underway again, and anything really
sensitive needed to be dealt with well before he might overhear it, or
not discussed until later. Their next chance to talk would probably be
some hours in coming. "With luck, Wayback will have his hands full with
the FBI and the cops," Buckaroo told Jet. "After how the bureau treated a
couple of ours, he'll be more worried about them than you."

"Good." There may have been a bit more emphasis in her tone than she
might have used otherwise; with her background, it was just as likely she
would have sounded that way regardless. "I'd be a lot happier if the
world would go away for awhile, but I'll take what I can get."

The look that got from him was one she didn't need to remember him at all
to interpret; this was an issue where he couldn't make any promises and
didn't intend to insult her intelligence by trying to. "You think you're
up to flashbulbs, or should we find you some shades?" he asked instead.
This was not something he would have had the opportunity to ask if she'd
been human and as afflicted with local technology as the general public;
any human who'd survived a direct lightning strike would probably still
have been unconscious and in a far worse state than she presently was.

Even so, the question would have surprised her a great deal more if she
hadn't already decided he was family; indeed, if not for the legend writ
large on the side of the bus which told her she was dealing with a public
figure, she might not have taken his phrasing as anything more than a
private joke. He clearly knew she was still suffering from a headache
that might be severe enough to make her light-sensitive, something which
was as much the result of hearing the thunder at point blank range as it
was of the lightning itself. It was possible he was still looking for
signs of neurological trauma, but his tone seemed a bit too casual for
that. "I think I can manage not to look right at any," she answered,
wondering how serious he really was about paparazzi under the
circumstances. "Wasn't lookin' when I got hit, or I'd have one more
problem now."

Undoubtedly anyone who'd been at the aborted briefing would have liked to
interpret the remark as meaning she was aware she was trying to maintain
a cover; those who knew her to any real degree were by now too
experienced to expect it, much as they might devoutly wish otherwise.
Buckaroo himself interpreted it to be reference to the state of her
memory. "Dingo," he prompted, getting to sensitive issues now that she
was as up to speed as she was likely to get anytime soon.

"I hate dealing with the other guy's surveillance gear," she said. "And
if I read Pecos right, it's probably worse than that. Sedation should
handle both issues for awhile but there's no guarantees, and the last
thing I want to have to deal with is in-flight stupidity from the boy."

"Worst case?" Rawhide interrupted.

"Decompression, possibly catastrophic loss of structural integrity." It
didn't take a rocket scientist to realize she was thinking in terms of
what might happen to the 727 if the scar at the base of Dingo's skull
meant explosives rather than electronics.

"We can have the bomb squad on call," Buckaroo said.

Even with her memory in shreds, Jet picked up on the subtleties of his
tone at once. "But you'd rather keep it in the Family. Makes at least two
of us." It was clear she was concerned about the police, regardless of
the fact that this was a different jurisdiction; being charged with
something as minor as unlawful discharge of a weapon wasn't the kind of
thing she generally worried about even in retrospect, regardless of where
she was. This could only mean that something about the immediate
consequences of an arrest bothered her more than usual.

Rawhide might have volunteered agreement on keeping extra personnel out
of it had Big Norse not interrupted the conversation at that point.
"Buckaroo, you'd better take this one. Professor Hikita. Pretty
disturbing stuff."

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