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From: Aaron Springer <orionn@speakeasy.org>
To: Kevin Vanderhoef <khat_9@hotmail.com>
Subject: Re: Fwd: [FFML] [R1/2][Prologue] Way of the Khat
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On Wed, 17 Dec 1997, Kevin Vanderhoef wrote:

|>This is a piece of fan fiction.  Some characters have been borrowed
|>from copywriten publications with out permission of either the
|>authors, or the publishers.  This is meant as a form of flattery
|>towards the authors of those characters and is not to be used as a
|>means of capitol gain.  I am in debt well past my ears to the
|>Department of Education, and they they are not getting any thing from
|>me.  So I really have nothing more to loose, and currently think that
|>time in a "Correctional Facility" will possibly be an improvement in
|>my current lifestyle.  I really have nothing to lose by doing this.
|><====================================================================>
|>Prologue:  "It's the End of The World as we Know it, and I feel 

fine!"

|>=^oo^=
|>      I wake up screaming.  The last thing I remember is getting
|>blown through a hole by what I assumed was a nuclear explosion.

That and the Pan Galactic Gargleblaster I was drinking.

|>As I calm down a number of thoughts go through what pass for my
|>brain:

*Is this Cleveland?*

|>     *I must be dead.*

*Or at least a little life impaired*

|>     *Ooooh! the pain.  I can't be dead it hurts way to much.*

*Yep, definitely Cleveland*

|>     *I'm alive then*

*Oh well, and this was getting interesting*

|>     *imaliveimaliveimaliveimaliveimaliveimalive....*
|>     *Sacred Excrement!!! Did I just survive a NUKE?!?!??!?!*

*More important, did I survive that Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster?*

|>     *Hmmmm... this bed is rather comfortable, I wonder where I 

am...*

|>I open my eyes and look around. The lights are rather dim.  I seem
|>to be lieing in... A large pet bed? There is a thick bandage on
|>my back.  Other than that I seem to be naked.   I hear a door open.
|>     "Oh!  You're awake." says a voice behind me, "The healer will
|>be here in a moment.  How are you feeling?"

"Well, pretty crappy. See, I was drinking a Pan Galactic Gargle
Blaster, and then someone dropped a nuke on me, but, other than that

|>     "About as well a anybody with a sore back I suppose." I say as I
|>turn to look at my visitor.  "Quite possibly I'm in shock.  I think
|>my world just died."

"Or went on an extended vacation without leaving a forewarding
address."

|>     My visitor was definitely not human.  Imagine If you will a 

large

|>black cat.  Now stand this cat on its hind legs, and modify its
|>forepaws into functional hands.  That this cat was wearing a white
|>smock and holding a clipboard.

At her side, I could see a small black leather whip...

|>     "Well that's easy to check on." she said as she moved closer
|>and began to look me me over,  "Let's see now.  Eyes: slightly
|>dilated but clear.  Breathing just fine,  Speech seems to be clear.
|>Reflexes:" At this she swiped at me with her claws extended, and I
|>jumped back and shouted.
|>     "Yaaaah! What did you do that for!"

"Kicks and Giggles..."

|>     "Reflexes: fine" said another voice, as another cat entered
|>the room, "Well how is he?"

"A bit drunk, but recovering from the reconstructive surgery rather
well. It was lucky we got him out before the blast. Too bad we didn't
get him before that vile concoction he drank..."

|>     "Physically he's fine for a human with a burnt back, mentally
|>I'd say he's in shock.  A cross between survival shock, and First
|>Contact Shock.  He will recover in a couple of days.  

So, let's not give him the bill until next week Friday.

|>What did the Council have to say about his status?" said the nurse.

"Well, we know he wasn't married, but he might have been dating...

|>     "The General consensus seems to be let him live.  However, they
|>are divided on what to do with him." said the healer.

They keep trying to figure it out on their fingers, but after the
Third Councilor ripped half of his left middle finger off trying to
get a fraction, they had to ban it."

|>     "Umm..., I realize that your cats, but If your going to talk
|>about me as if I'm not here, could you at least step out of the 

room?"

|>I interjected.
|>     The both looked at me like they were very surprised.

"Touchy little fellow, isn't he, for a being in his position?

|>     "You heard that?" said the two cats.

"No, I was just foolin'"

|>     "Yes." I answered "So how long was I out? and what happened to
|>the tom I was carrying?

"He's in a better place now. Anywhere but here."

|>     "Well you passed out in the lobby of the council hall about this
|>time yesterday.  And Twiddle, the tom you rescued is recovering from 

a

|>broken hip." answered the healer as my stomach rumbled loudly.

It then jumped up and grabbed the healer by the neck, trying to sink
it's small, razor sharp teeth into the furry flesh. The healer seemed
a bit surprised, but deftly ripped the small organ from her neck.

|>     "Cassandra, could you get a meal for... I'm sorry what can we
|>call you?"

"Anything but late for dinner... Or possibly Clem."

|>     "Well..." i pondered for a moment "Why not, call me Khat."
|>=^oo^=
|><====================================================================>
|>     Whew! Most of you are gong to wonder what's going on here.
|>Well I'm not going to tell you yet!  Bwahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

You'll have to wander about your dwelling, sick with grief and horror
until the next installment.

|>I will say that this is going to be a Ranma = story eventually.
|>And may get very strange.

I have Prozac and am not using it.

|>Some of you will probably guess that this is going to deal with
|>Nekko-Ken AKA as Cat-Fu or Cat Fist.  Believe me I have my own
|>wild and twisted take on on the subject of this problem and
|>on how to solve it.

It involves a weed wacker, a live chicken, and a small jar of peach
preserves. Oh, and a blue, 1972 Volkswagon Beetle with no brakes.

|>     A lot of this will be taken from Khat's point of view.  Some of
|>the story will be taken from the other characters view point.

Very little of it will be taken internally, due to desquimation of the
gums.

|>     As a warning I am going to try to keep most of the "fiance 

chaos"

|>intact and possibly add a couple twists (twits?) of my own...

Including a short ginger tabby from Nevada.

|>=^oo^=
|>So please send any comments and criticism to the addy below, because
|>with out your input I can't improve.

Or completely deny it's existance. Depends on what kind of day I've
had.

|><====================================================================>
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Till next time,
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Orion,
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