World Watch OnLine: The Unofficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  87 (7 June 1999)
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Contents:
Greetings
Re: World Watch OnLine 85 - 23 May 1999
Re: World Watch OnLine 85 - 23 May 1999
SETI @ home
Re: World Watch OnLine 85 - 23 May 1999
Dragon Tales
Lock and Key, Chapter 10 pt.1

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Greetings,

A little late today. Was out gallivanting around the countryside for a bit this
weekend.

Hope all are well, etc...

Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 86 - 30 May 1999
Date:	5/30/99 8:59:41 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	BanzaiSGI

Speaking of license plates...........a nice silver and black touring bus
passed me on I-10 the other day with license plates reading "HK
Cvlr"...............

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 86 - 30 May 1999
Date:	5/31/99 7:13:57 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	WhtWolfie

Laredo wrote:
<< Next, I agree it's up to us to see that we are properly represented at
conventions.  >>

I agree.  I just came back from Baycon '99 in San Jose, CA.  other than
myself and one other person <Sabre? Sorry, my wires got crossed, and am very
bad with names> there was no one else that was recognizably BB.  I have a
jumpsuit outfitted with three patches with the appropriate patch on a hat.  I
did get several comments <mostly because I was trying to explain why I was
leading a 6'7" wookiee around on a chain... I kept the same story... Jet car
... another mountain ... can't send him back ... he's a pet of the Institute
... but he's a speaking pet ... at least we know what he wants ... never get
a wookiee mad.. let him win, always> 

This is a costuming convention, you'd think ... but then again, maybe most
people are afraid ... of what I don't know...

I gathered my patches by going to LOTS of Trekkie cons with decent dealers
rooms, snatching up ANY patches they might display ... the very last ones
they tended to have ... you have to keep an eye out at all conventions...
I've gained six patches by doing so ... though my brother bought me the first
one... I'd never heard of Sci-Fi conventions until then, but then I was in
high school...

Back to recovering from Baycon...

Pen Guin 
BBI #333

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Subj:	 SETI @ home 
Date:	6/1/99 2:31:28 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	ccrowell@ea.com (Crowell, Chris)

It certainly figures that the BBI would be on the forefront of distributed
processing in the cause of SETI.  I recently added it to my work PC.  Sure
does go slowly, but the I think Perfect Tommy would approve of the 'pretty
colors'.  Anyway, just wanted to ring in with that.  
PS - It occurred to me that the last game I worked on (FutureCop -
Playstation, Mac/PC) has a lot of the same humor as the BB movie.  If you
get a chance you should check it out.
Chris "Wombat" Crowell
	"Games ARE Fun"

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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine 86 - 30 May 1999
Date:	6/3/99 12:24:25 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	figment@figmentfly.com (Sean Murphy)

Banzai SGI,

>if your online address is 'figment', does that mean it actually exists? or
is
>it a figment of your imagination, or mine, or ours, and do we really exist
or
>are we a figment of someone elses
>imagination.......imagine....................BanzaiSGI

Everything is but a figment of the cosmic imagination.........(How's that
for out there?)

My username came from the Imagination pavilion at Epicot Center in Disney
world (land?) where a little purple dragon named Figment leads you though
the ride.  I though he was great and adopted his name for myself.

Sean

--------
My new e-mail address is figment@figmentfly.com

NEW LOCATIONS!

Ridley Scott's LEGEND FAQ - http://www.figmentfly.com/legend/index.shtml

BUCKAROO BANZAI FAQ - http://www.figmentfly.com/bb/bbindex.shtml

XENOS WEB PAGE (An old text adventure for the TRS-80) -
http://www.figmentfly.com/xenos/index.html

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Subj:	 Dragon Tales
Date:	6/6/99 12:49:57 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	alandsmith@uswest.net

Greetings,

Did you know that only 1 in 10 fans and BBIs that receive this
newsletter are subscribed to the BB e-mail community at Onelist? That
means that only 10% of you are getting in on the communications that go
on in the background concerning Buckaroo Banzai fandom and interests.
This last week most of you missed out on the conversations concerning
the use and origin of the BBI numbers, BBIs at conventions and the TABB
sound track. It's easy to subscribe, it's fun and free and you don't
have to do anything but "lurk" if that's what makes you comfortable. You
can just sit back in the privacy of your home or work place and listen
in on what the rest of us are talking about. Kum on, tri it, yool lik
it!
http://www.onelist.com/

This will have to be a shorter than usual post here at the WWO for me
this week. Funny how life can get so full sometimes. It's been all good
stuff though. The only "bad" item in my week was that our best friend
Buckaroo (our fox terrier) has a touch of tracheitis. The visit to the
vet for his yearly shots and exam concluded that it wasn't serious. The
rest of our week (BBI Abacus and I) has been busy with such things as
fighting evil in the garden, aka slugs, and we've added two new family
members (Koi) to our tranquil pond.
We hope all is well in your lives and homes and I'll be back next week,
as usual. Banzai!

Always True Blue,
BBI Dragon

A random novel quote: "Engendered by a hunger for discovery and
adventure, I have surveyed the inertness of the desert, the teeming life
of the sea, and the two poles, as well as the loftiest heights and
loneliest valleys of this planet; but none of that prepared me
sufficiently for the sight that greeted us upon our arrival at the
police station where Buckaroo Banzai was to meet Penny Priddy
face-to-face, and we were to collect a new recruit."
Reno's thoughts as the Team were about to meet New Jersey for the first
time.

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Subj:	 Lock and Key, Chapter 10 pt.1
Date:	6/5/99 7:15:26 PM Eastern Daylight 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.

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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 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 informs Reno of the situation as he knows it,
then "drafts" 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. Back in St. Louis, Reno and Wayback are
caught out in an extremely peculiar thunderstorm. 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. Back at
the precinct house, Harrison discusses the case with two fellow officers,
one of whom is very well informed about Team Banzai's activities. Reno
and Wayback come under fire, and Lindbergh's call connects. Wayback
discovers a new talent, the St Charles PD deals with a multi-car pileup,
and the St Louis County PD gets involved. At the safehouse, lightning
strikes much too close for anyone's comfort, and Jet's cover story takes
linguistic damage as well. A World Crime League member realizes that his
troops may have been set up to take partial blame for the entire affair,
Murphy has a close call with her captain, and Harrison arrives at the
morgue.

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Lock and Key
Chapter Ten

The Hinge of Fate of All the Asias was understandably displeased. Even
the Hong Kong Cavaliers, those detested minions of the hated Banzai, had
believed Replay to be in far less than her normal fighting trim; while
Hanoi Xan was prepared to believe it possible that Dingo had somehow
outfoxed him, it was clear to him that she must have been the one who'd
fired the fatal shot. It was not something Rawhide would have risked
under those conditions, not with her so close; the chance of even a
direct hit damaging more than the target would have been considerable
even in full light. That left only Replay; therefore, she was the
shooter. She must either have been incredibly confident of her aim, or
more than a little suicidal.

The fact remained that Dingo was no longer of any use to him. Reports
from his other spies concurred that Replay was still considered to be
convalescing and had not yet resumed her own personal equipment, which
could only mean that she must have borrowed Rawhide's sidearm. Dingo
hadn't heard any indication she'd warned the other man she was planning
to take it, which could only mean that Banzai's second had been taken
off-guard by more than the power failure alone. Her performance during
her escape months earlier was sufficient evidence that she was capable of
obtaining weapons on virtually no notice, using only the slightest of
distractions to full advantage. Undoubtedly Rawhide's first reaction
would have been indignation; even if she hadn't killed someone the cowboy
would have considered an ally, the sudden loss of his weapon would have
justified a certain degree of anger.

Eventually, Xan decided that the immediately troublesome question was
neither how nor why  Replay confound his best attempts to predict her at
every turn, but rather, why had she fired at all? Dingo had never been
intended as a physical threat to her; his task had been to make sure that
certain compulsions had taken hold and if the original implementation had
not been effective, to place them anew. She should not have been able to
tell he was even that much of a threat if the commands she'd been exposed
to while unconscious in the hotel had taken hold, unless perhaps the
unfamiliar sign and countersign had been some manner of tip-off. Rawhide
would not have told Dingo to come ahead as well if he'd been certain what
Replay was telling the man; was it possible that she shared history with
more than a few of Team Banzai's ex-cops? Might she actually have
expected him to reveal things she didn't want Rawhide knowing?

That thought calmed Xan considerably. He might have a very useful avenue
of attack shaping up; faith and trust were after all such fragile things,
so very vulnerable to doubts.

***

Jet leaned against the doorframe of Buckaroo's private quarters at the
rear of the bus, taking the opportunity to focus as much as possible on
assessing her own condition. The stairs had taken every bit of
concentration she'd been able to muster, and if they hadn't been almost
exactly as narrow and steep as the steps she was accustomed to find in
military control towers, she knew she probably wouldn't have been able to
climb them at all. The ache in her head was beginning to recede now that
she wasn't hearing half a dozen things occurring around her
simultaneously, but the better her head felt, the more she noticed other
hurts. She was distantly aware that Rawhide and Buckaroo were not the
only ones seriously concerned about her, and somewhat more alert to the
questions Buckaroo had for her now than she'd initially been. Some of
them made no sense taken individually, but she was beginning to see an
overall pattern. Unless she was very much mistaken, it was diagnostic,
the best set of substitutions he could come up with for the usual
queries. It wasn't like she'd had that clear an idea of what was
happening around her to begin with, but at least they'd had time to
establish her level of confusion earlier; he'd be misreading some of her
answers very badly otherwise.

She was also a little distracted with her own checks, which couldn't be
helping him any, but she wasn't aware of anyone else in a position to be
doing them for her. She wasn't all that steady on her feet yet, but that
ought to pass; the system gyros had overloaded and needed time to reset,
time that circumstances hadn't really allowed. By rights she should have
lost them again altogether, which would have been rather problematic even
if her head had been straight to begin with; just now, it was a little
difficult to override her skewed sense of balance on visual ranging
alone. That ought to resolve itself given time as well; either her inner
ear would recover quickly enough or her compensation for it would improve
as her headache faded. None of it was worth worrying about yet as far as
she could tell; whatever neurological damage she might be suffering from,
it was talava-related this time.

That evaluation completed, she took a deep breath and recentered on the
present just as Buckaroo finished cutting her free of the ruined leather
jacket. The sodden garment slid off her shoulders at scarcely a touch,
the additional weight of the water it had soaked up pulling it free, the
sleeves turning inside out as it fell but not hanging up on her hands.
The other man, a gangly fellow who seemed as much carried along by
circumstance as simply rolling with things until there was time for
explanations, caught himself looking at her soaked t-shirt and hastily
averted his eyes. She didn't really need that very human gesture of
concern for her modesty to remind her that her relations with everyone
around her would have been very unstable even without the apparent
machinations of Hanoi Xan.

Buckaroo was considerably less distracted by her attire. Most of the
wearable clothing we had available just then had either been supplied by
the same Blue Blazes who'd set up the safehouse or had been stored in
this tiny cubicle to begin with; rather than feeling he needed to choose
a random direction to look, he had a specific purpose in mind. There were
things here that were a close enough fit for her to satisfy propriety,
and she'd never concerned herself much over what any of the family's
physicians might or might not get a look at. Having New Jersey in the
room would satisfy Penny that nothing untoward was going on, and we could
worry about legalities later if Missouri law specified the required
chaperone be another female. 

With the broad outlines of his own thoughts written even as faintly as
that on his face, Jet was surprised to realize she understood him without
words. She had a vague and distant memory of people at the ranch giving
her grief about someone with shields sufficient to prevent her from
reading his mind even with his cooperation, someone she'd had to resort
to nothing more than verbals and visuals to be able to anticipate; was it
possible that she was looking at that man now?

Like it or not, she couldn't afford the time to speculate on that for
more than a moment or two at a time just yet. Things were happening much
too fast for such luxuries as proper rest or testing her long-term
recall. He'd said something about getting the bus underway which could
only mean that the safehouse had ceased to be useful even as a staging
point, and it was clear that people had understood more than he'd said,
but it would have been nice to know that herself. "Two things," she said,
her volume still subdued but sounding a great deal more like herself now
that she was beginning to get her second wind. 

He didn't discourage her, so she proceeded. "Where?"

It was a question he only understood because he'd grown accustomed to her
sometimes peculiar sense of priorities and her habit of making one word
do the work of three when she was feeling stressed. "We're not welcome in
St. Louis right now," he answered; "but the police can find us in New
Brunswick."

"Lindbergh flying?" Buckaroo only nodded. "He'll do," she said, not
certain why she said it; usually she preferred to watch other pilots for
a lot longer before she was willing to pronounce them competent. "What
about Dingo? Don't wanna be airborne with him, the state he's in."

"We know what we're looking for," Buckaroo said. "It won't be an issue."

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