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From: "Eris Reddoch"
>
> >Lysia smiles at the man as she walks down the ramp, she
> >looks carefully at the busses over the rims of her glasses.
>
> >"Yes, welcome. My god you've got quite the collection here
> >don't you?"
>
> "Genner!" he grins, "We're a sight ain't we?"
>
> >"Tournament on Mark or just a quick tour?"
>
> "Tourney in Mark City." he grins turning he says loudly to
> his group, "And we're gonna win'er too, right Dragons!"
>
> This gathers a series of hoots, cheers and shouts of
> agreement from his group. They are piling up behind him now
> each carrying one or two bags. One of the group is an older
> man with a rim of gray hair surrounding a bald pate. The
> man talking to Lysia and this man are dressed in wrinkled
> suits and ties. The others, three vargr and four humans,
> are wearing striped jackets of blue and orange and red sweat
> pants. You can read "Sea Dragons" emblazoned across the
> front of the jackets.
Lysia grins, "Right then gentlemen," she says in an authorative voice,
"there's a couple things to remember when you get aboard the ship aboard the
ship."
"One, if the doctor has to patch you up more than once she will be forced to
ask me to you out the nearest airlock."
"Two, there are to be no camp fires lit any where aboard the ship. The
captain, god only knows why, is somewhat sticky about this one so pay
special attention to rule number two."
"And finally three, because of international regulations governing travel
through space all team members will be required to Sanderingham Snipes
colours at all times and sing the Sanderingham fight song before every
meal." She holds up a hand, "I don't make them up I just enforce them."
A broad smile spreads across her face, "Grab your kit Sea Dragons and lets
show 'em what we're made of."
Lysia gestures towards the ship and starts up the ramp.
