World Watch OnLine: The Unofficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  80 (11 April 1999)
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Contents:
Greetings
Re: World Watch OnLine 79 - 6 April 1999
Re: World Watch OnLine 79 - 6 April 1999
BB Soundtrack available
Banzai Fic
part three
Lock and Key, Ch.7, pt.1

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Greetings,

Hope everyone that needs to has their income tax in the mail by now. 

Fanfic issue today, with the latest chapters of both The Shadow: Return
of the Demon and Lock and Key, and announcement of another new
tale.

Other than that, pretty quiet.

Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 79 - 6 April 1999
Date:	4/6/99 10:59:56 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	Lord TZer0

  Hey Y'all,

Is there a Buckaroo video game?  I seem to remember one on one other the site
based off a Quake engine or something.  If there isn't there ought to be.
It's one of a number of films that would make a great one.

Laredo
BBI # 1122
Strike Team Comanche

**** Relayer has a Doom WAD (it is still there, right) at BBS#23 (link in the 
message below). But theres been a few decent games out since (say, Half Life)
that could benefit greatly from a Banzai map and/or skins. Any takers? Other than that,
links to copies of the older official games are at World Watch OnLine. - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine 79 - 6 April 1999
Date:	4/7/99 4:22:57 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	malon@pacbell.net

>Subj:	 An open response to Cory Edwards
>Date:	3/28/99 11:40:32 PM Eastern Standard Time
>From:	camelot@amigo.net (Scott Tate)

   Weeelll... I wasna going to jump into the fray, but after BBI Camelot
picked up the thread, I shall reply to the aforementioned communique from
BBI Edwards:

   1. Perhaps it seemed a little early for April Fool, but one must
remember, around the Institute, habit is habitually broken to keep Interns
from becoming complacent and sloggy. Strangeness and charm are integral
elements if one wishes to be among the top quarks.

  2. An examination of the Registry at Blue Blaze Station reveals many
email addresses originating from the higher learning centers. The field of
super- and substring theory is a current topic in academic circles. That
theory is remarkably close to the "egghead speak" that figures so
prominently in the book, the film and the Banzai universe. 

  3. When one gets a communication from Professor Hikita, one may certainly
expect a rather large proportion of unintelligibility in the communicated
codex, unless one has the relevant background in quantum mechanics,
inertial torque mechanisms and photonic theory.  A smattering of current
biomechanics is also handy. Just don't sniff the green beaker, man...

    If you are interested, I used some current research materials combined
with the article written by  Dr. Cary I Sneider, who graduated cum laude
from Harvard with a degree in astronomy, and a Master's and Ph.D. in
Science Education from the UC Berkeley. He is Associate Director of
Astronomy and Physics Education at the Lawrence Hall of Science UCB; has
published in the areas of curriculum development and educational research;
has contributed to science journals and magazines; and has been involved in
programs that teach science to the public through the medium of science
fiction films. He was a science consultant for 20th Century Fox on TABB,
and this material was included in the press kit. It is availiable at the
Station:

       http://surf.to/buckaroo

   in the Lab, under Weird Science. I did insert some more current theory
in the prior posting as I did in the original repost of the article, but I
assure you it is germaine and supportable science.

  4. The Professor has been known to lob large, heavy and sometimes
dangerously combustive or corrosive materials at intruding non-specialists,
even Buckaroo. Be thankful. If it was a snake, it'd have bit ya.
 
   Finally, in the interests of rectification, I refer you to Dr. Sidney
Zwibel's oft-quoted remark,  "Is he making fun of me?"

Q.E.D.,
relayer/datamouse

"If it ain't one thing, it's another." - Rawhide, to Reno

PS - on Pecos:

Buckaroo Banzai - Earl Mac Rauch
Chapter 10 - Reno's introduction to B Banzai 
Pg. 53

   Before I could reply, one of the women stepped forward and introduced
herself, her eyes still filled with what I sensed to be secret contempt.
"I'm Pecos," said the slightly-built female who nonetheless cowed me. "Are
you hot?"

   "I'm pretty hot," I said, slipping into the argot of musicians.

  "We'll see," she said, displaying a smile that made me feel only more
intimidated. "We're looking for somebody really hot."

   "Good," I said, "you've found him."

    She muttered something and stepped aside. I remember thinking at the
time that this bird-like creature with the steel grip had it in for me. I
immediately resolved not to like her, a resolution that I soon found myself
hard-pressed to keep, as regular readers of the series well know.*

     * In the adventure 'Bastardy Proved A Spur,' Pecos and I declare our
love for one another and agree to marry at a future date, provided we
escape the yak-skin in which Xan's cat's-paw, the Pasha of Three Tails, has
stitched us.

    Pecos is drawn as:

 'looking capable of taking care of herself in a pinch'
"... haven't seen Pecos laugh since Sluggo died..."
playing harmonica
'smiling with a genuineness that was touching.'

and she originated the saying, "Why should you be nervous among friends?"

**** Since relayer was the other party singled out by Edwards, I figured 
some equal time was needed. relayers use of the term fray was, Im hoping, in jest. Differences of opinion are quite all right (and in a group of over 500, like this List, inevitable) and a little discussion about them is no problem that I can see. - ArcLight *** 

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Subj:	 BB Soundtrack available
Date:	4/7/99 3:06:55 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	reno@banzai-institute.org (Reno Nevada)

For anyone who has access to a CD burner, the entire movie soundtrack is
now available for download at

http://www.fortress.am/users/banzai/

It is in CIF format, which means that it is one large file (~330
megabytes) in a format designed for CD writers to burn directly to a
CD.  If you're not already familiar with this file format, rather than
download it immediately, you're probably better off finding someone
first who will know what to do with it.

- Reno

**** Please note (unlike me when I first read this) that this is not the
official Reno of Banzai-Institute.COM. While Im sensitive to the whole
issue of piracy and such, I figure that few enough will be able to take advantage
of this, and the quality of the bootleg so bad, that when/if an officially licensed
soundtrack hits the shelves well all be snapping it up whether we have this or
not. I know I sure will. - ArcLight ****
 
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Subj:	 Banzai Fic
Date:	4/10/99 1:01:09 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	buckaroo@jane.penn.com (Fanatic BBI)

Hey all I'm working on a Banzai Fic! yay right? ok it's @
http://members.tripod.com/~BBILiason/ there's two stories towards the bottom
of the page. the first one is short and the other is only part 1 of a larger
story I'll do some cosmetic changes when I finish part 2 and put it on there.
Please send feedback to me or to World Watch 2 or One.
Have a nice day!
Fanatic
today's quote of nonsense
"I've got two words for you! hmmm BEEEFY!!!!!!!!" Mick "Mankind" Foley at
work talking about his other gig as spokesman the Chef!

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Subj:	part three
Date:	3/29/99 7:54:38 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	Rass123

The Shadow: Return of the Demon
By Greg Pizzino
BBI Infinity

Chapter One
Part Three

[Kwai Chang Caine and all other characters affiliated with Kung Fu: The Legend Continues are TM Warner Brothers Television Entertainment]

	"Who do you think that was out there on the bridge Buckaroo," Evlyn questioned as the jet car rocketed through the eighth dimension, "And what were they after?"

	"Who more likely.  Do you think Kahn knows you're gunning for him already Shadow?"

	Azrael reappeared and took off his hat and mask.  

	"I don't think so, he's been up in the hidden city too long to be that well connected or prepared to fight in the outside world.  What about you Buckaroo, who's hit list are you on?"

	"No one's, not anymore... The last man who tried to kill me is dead.  I killed him myself.  No, there's no one who would be out to get me, not with that much firepower anyway.  I like to make friends with that kind of power, not enemies."

	It had been three days since the incident at the George Washington Bridge and the three travelers were now following their last lead to the man Buckaroo only hoped could help them to save the hidden city of Shamballa.  Their trip to San Francisco had yielded only stories and rumors about where the man they so desperately searched for had moved on to. Now they headed for what, one way or another, would be their final destination.  This was the last of the rumors, the Chinese area of Toronto Canada.  Running out of time and patients, the three left the eighth dimension and emerged onto the streets of Toronto.  

	"Any word on whether Bon Bon Hi has reemerged from hiding yet Pop?"

	"Not as yet, my son."  

	Peter Caine stopped by his father's apartment for the third time in the past two days, desperately hoping that the newly empowered Bon Bon Hi had shown himself in China Town already.  After saving the astral city of Shamballa from the demonic warrior of legend which had sought to possess it and the power that resided there, Kwai Chang Caine had returned to the earthly realm, now a full Shamballa Master, dedicated to the service of his fellow man.  But Bon Bon Hi, head of a criminal organization sworn to terrorize those who would practice the white mystic arts of Shamballa had been in the astral city as well and had allied himself with the demon that attacked the city from within and returned with powers of his own, powers that made him unbeatable, at least by normal men.  

	"All  right, but promise me you'll call the precinct as soon as you hear anything about him."

	"I promise, as I have promised the last two times you have asked me this week.  Now go, someone  out there somewhere needs a police officer and here you stand worrying about what you can not change."

	As the door to Kwai Chang Caine's apartment closed behind his son, the priest turned to an empty spot in the corner.  
	
	"He is gone, my brother, you may reveal yourself to me now."

	"HOW IS IT YOU ARE AWARE OF MY PRESENCE HERE KWAI CHANG CAINE?"

	"When one sees with all of one's senses, then sight is no longer an issue.  I am surprised that my son too did not notice your presence here.  I will have to speak to him about practicing his lessons more often.  Now, what is it that brings a being such as you to find me?"

	"I AM IN NEED OF YOUR AID CAINE.  A HIDDEN TIBETAN CITY, SHAMBA"

	"Shamballa.  Yes, I am aware of it's plight.  Only recently was I forced to go to an astral representation of the city to deal with a demonic presence seeking to overtake it.  That battle only saved one aspect of the city, the version of it which is bound to Earth is still in need of assistance I take it."
	
	"YOU PROVE YOURSELF QUITE THE DETECTIVE CAINE, HOWEVER THAT IS NOT THE SKILL WHICH YOU POSESS THAT I AM IN NEED OF.  IT IS RUMORED THAT YOU ARE THE LAST PERSON WITH KNOWLEDGE OF THE LOCATION OF THE HIDDEN CITY, IS THIS TRUE?"
	
	"Quite true my friend, I do know of where the city lies, however I can not attempt to point out the spot on any map.  I will have to come with you if you wish to learn the location of the city."

	"VERY WELL, CAINE, WE WILL TAKE YOU WITH US.  I AM SURPRISED THAT YOU SO READILY TRUST ONE WITH MY POWERS."

	"Why do you think I insist on coming with you."
       
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Subj:	 Lock and Key, Ch.7, pt.1
Date:	3/31/99 7:25:30 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	jetlightfoot@juno.com (Becky M Nelson)

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). ArcLight has permission to archive the text version of this story
as part of the newsletter. Strike Team Renegade has permission to include
an HTML version in their archives on a delayed basis. All others should
e-mail me at BBI_Replay@yahoo.com first. Comments and questions should be
routed to the same address.

--------------------------------------------------

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 has now been
exposed to talava for the second time. She regains consciousness after
being comatose for 3 days, but proves to be far from her normal self.
Only she and Buckaroo are aware that she has no recollection of Team
Banzai in general and only a very slight recall of Rawhide, whom she'd
once drawn. Perfect Tommy, unaware of her memory loss, informs Reno of
the situation, then "drafts" the Institute's chief pilot, Lindbergh, to
keep an eye on Replay so Buckaroo can rest. Pecos informs a concerned
Buckaroo that Reno and Wayback have already departed. Buckaroo asks her
to set up a meeting. In Sabah, Hanoi Xan receives news from his spies.
Meanwhile back in St. Louis, Reno and Wayback have ventured out to deal
with issues related to the canceled concerts and seminar and are caught
out in an extremely peculiar thunderstorm -- Big Norse admits it to be a
good thing that storms can't be aimed. At Team Banzai's safehouse, Replay
notices the storm abruptly, and is escorted down to the boiler room by
Rawhide, who is much better equipped to deal with her distaste for the
weather. At the hotel, the police are still collecting evidence when the
storm begins to threaten them as well. Reno and Wayback discuss Replay's
condition in the restaurant. At the safehouse, Buckaroo starts the
meeting, only to have it interrupted. When Big Norse reports
communications are being jammed and people at the briefing discover
they're 'locked' in, they assume the worst. Downstairs, Rawhide realizes
how uncertain they all are of Replay/Jet's situation just before the
power goes out. One of Hanoi Xan's spies, under direct control, makes an
unsuccessful bid to get at Replay, much to the consternation of the
Cavaliers. Meanwhile, Lindbergh decides to make a call of his own, and
the rest of Team Banzai reacts to the sound of a single gunshot.

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Lock and Key
Chapter Seven

Sergeant Harrison wasn't the kind of cop that could have been the
inspiration for movies like Die Hard or Lethal Weapon, and the only thing
he really had in common with Dirty Harry was his age. Still, he'd seen
enough of those movies to know what the media was likely to try if he
returned to the station house where they expected to find him. In the
movies, this is usually the front door; in real life, that only happens
with news conferences. Reporters may be predictable to a fault at times,
but the good ones aren't stupid, and tend to know where the employees'
entrance is as well as the cops who use it do. And like anyone seriously
engaged in the business of law and disorder, reporters tend to recognize
unmarked police cars when they see them. Even if they aren't sprouting an
unconscionable number of antennae, they all come from the same
manufacturer; at most, a department that actually provides unmarked units
for its officers seldom has more than two models in operation at a time.

This being the case, Harrison returned to the station in a cab and walked
through the front doors with a Wall Street Journal under one arm and a
battered briefcase in the other hand, looking considerably more like an
embattled public defender than a homicide detective. While this was
sufficient to bypass the reporters at present, his fellow officers were
another matter. The beat cops on the first floor were either preoccupied
by their own immediate business or unaware as yet that he was in charge
of the case, but by the time he got back to his own desk, he was almost
grateful for the stack of paperwork waiting on it. That, at least, was a
reasonable excuse for him to avoid dealing with people for awhile. In
another half-hour, he'd be able to face his co-workers without letting
the first question about his case get the better of him, but not right
now.

He very narrowly avoided pushing the phone off the desk into the trash
can when it rang before the chair had a chance to get warm. Instead, he
only answered it with all the day's frustrations undisguised. "Harrison."

"I don't know what's got you taking this so personal, Matt," the voice
said from the other end, "but you might want to see what I've got down
here in the morgue."

Harrison took a deep breath. "Don't tell me this is the first I'm hearing
about a body they dug out of there, Karl, 'cause I don't wanna hear it."

"Better than that. This is the DJ. Guy went ballistic in interrogation
about an hour ago, blew right through the glass, down the hall and out
the window. Figured he must've been doin' PCP, but now I don't know. You
might want to be here when the coroner goes in. Pictures turned up
something that may be up your alley."

"You tell the Captain yet?" If the DJ was involved, and this news made
that look much more likely, it would definitely get the press off his
back for a day or two while they were busy castigating the deceased
instead. Hell, even if the DJ wasn't involved, his taking a three-story
header out the station window was enough to make the reporters think he'd
been into something shady. Especially if the right spin got put on the
'leak'.

"If I'm blowin' this, I'd rather not embarrass myself that bad. You won't
broadcast it all the way to New Jersey on me." Okay, so Harrison had no
plans to let it get as far as the Garden State and they both knew it; he
and Parks had been friends ever since the academy and knew each other
better than a lot of other cops knew their partners. Parks wouldn't have
mentioned New Jersey at all if he'd had a better way to suggest Team
Banzai might find it of interest.

"How long do I have to get over there? Can I check with the lab first?"
They all knew the green goo on the flechettes was talava, but he'd have
to get it properly documented sooner or later. With a little more luck,
Murphy'd know by now -- and be able to give him an update on other
matters as well if she'd been able to stay in touch.

"Maybe half an hour. Much more stall than that, people'll notice."

"I'll be there." He hung up the phone without further formalities, pushed
the paperwork into his top drawer where it would at least stay in the
current sequence until he got back, and headed off to the lab. If the
growls he acknowledged his fellow officers with were a little softer than
before, no one let on.

Murphy wasn't the name the lady'd been born with, and not one Harrison
would have admitting knowing her by in public in any case. If it suited
her better than the one on her driver's license, what of it? Her knack
for causing men -- particularly crooks -- problems at the worst possible
moment was well known throughout the department, but written off largely
to the fact that she had the misfortune of being drop-dead gorgeous as
well as a genius with chemicals. She could no more help distracting young
male officers than she could stop breathing, which meant that she spent
as much of her working hours in a tiny lab as she could manage. Harrison
had himself considered asking her out when they'd first met, but he'd
dumped any thought of getting serious about her immediately when he'd
discovered she wasn't in the restaurant by chance. Dating another cop was
iffy enough in terms of office politics, doubly so in her case for other
reasons.

So when he reached her door, Harrison rapped on it loudly and announced
himself, then waited a beat before opening it. Murphy guarded her privacy
for more reasons than the dangerous chemicals, though chances were good
that he was the only one in the building at present who knew why.
"Anything on the flechettes?" he asked first.

"Only what we both already knew," she said. "It's just official now.
Which the boss already knows, near as I can tell." He didn't need to
watch her pull the drape off the go-phone sitting on the counter to know
she meant Buckaroo Banzai rather than his own Captain, not when the two
of them accounted for the majority of active Blue Blaze Irregulars in the
precinct. The display on it was dark, the audio scarcely a whisper even
with the fabric out of the way; any louder and the drape wouldn't have
been enough to conceal it. Advertising those extracurricular activities
wasn't advisable under normal circumstances and just now all it was
likely to accomplish would be to get the most knowledgeable personnel
thrown off the case immediately. As it was, it was likely he'd end up
taking early retirement, or a desk job, as soon as possible after this
one.

"I figured you might be in the loop. Anything you can tell me?"

"Big Norse figured we might be able to use an audio feed. This old thing
can barely handle that much the way she's got it encrypted; we have got
to get our hands on the Mk.2 even if we have to track down the gypsy
talent ourselves to do it. Hell, if we have to go to work for them
directly."

"I'll ask. Maybe if we shed a little light on this for people, we'll get
moved up the list some."

"That's a happy thought," said Murphy, actually smiling a bit for the
first time he knew of since things had begun. "There hasn't really been a
lot of traffic, though. Reno and a guy named Wayback came out awhile
before you got washed out, and I'm listening to them back-and-forth with
Mouse now. Some kind of problem with their GPS, so she's verifying their
navigation from World Watch One. The rest of it's mostly routine stuff;
about all I know that may be related is that they didn't have a clue
about the weather either, and that it looks like you've got an good case
for attempted murder if we can ever track down which one of Xan's toadies
started it."

"Replay's not dead?"

"I'm not clear on how or why, but evidently not. When she was still on
comm herself, Big Norse told Reno that Replay wanted a sniffer dog check
before she was staying in that hotel again. Aside from that, your guess
is as good as mine."

"Well, that's something good, anyway. It's only a one way connection,
though, right?"

"So I'm warned. I try to send back, I might be holding up a big 'look
here' sign for the bravos."

"Well, if you get any opportunity, I'm headed to the morgue. The DJ
wanted a flying lesson more than he wanted to answer questions."

"Figures. Watch your back, huh? I'm not exactly at liberty to do it for
you."

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