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August Fanfic Challenge
clareblues1
That's a fantastic drawing Lurena! I can just visualise Vila and Tarrant sitting with their beers enjoying that moment. Grin
The foolish reject what they see;
the wise reject what they think.
 
Lurena
clareblues1 wrote:

That's a fantastic drawing Lurena! I can just visualise Vila and Tarrant sitting with their beers enjoying that moment. Grin

What do you think is on my drawing list....
Lara&Sue's Blake's 7 stories
*No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
 
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clareblues1
Tee hee! Getting some more ideas for funny stories too.
The foolish reject what they see;
the wise reject what they think.
 
trevor travis
REFLECTIONS ON A TWISTED LIFE

This was no way to die.

She’d often imagined her death to be in the middle of a gun battle, when there were one too many on the other side, that even her lightning reactions could not account for.

Not like this… in the middle of a desert on some hell hole of a planet.

The unbearable heat continued to beat down from the unexposed sun. Her malfunctioning suit would not protect her from its deadly rays. A stolen suit. That’s the problem with acquired goods, you can never vouch for their reliability. If only they had communicators or a teleport. She could contact Vila, Grant or Christina, and get out of this damn place. She cursed herself for not stealing some communicators at some point – it should have been a priority.

If she died now, what regrets would she have?

She regretted not letting people in closer. Ever since that fateful night on the farm, she’d built up a protective barrier. All her relationships - Dorian, Avon, Grant - had been largely recreational. No-one had ever been allowed to see the real Soolin.

Who was the real Soolin? She remembered the little girl, who loved having her hair plaited by her mother and being given horse-riding lessons by her father. He was such a kind and loving man. And he ended up murdered - even in the act of death, trying to protect his wife. Soolin had never forgotten that image of their two dead bodies. Taking revenge against their murderers hadn’t made things easier. She hated McGowan for what he had done, but in a peculiar way, he’d also been Soolin’s step-dad for six years. And then she’d lost him as well. After shooting him in the head.

After that, she’d sold her skill with a gun for the highest price. Without ever thinking too much about the lives she was snuffing out. Were there people out there who hated her as much as she had hated McGowan? Very probably. How many people's lives had she ruined?

Her 'gun for hire' days had led her to Dorian. What attracted her to him were that there two of a kind - two damaged souls - or so she thought. But he had concealed a whopping secret. While with Avon, it seemed to be a case of them trying to out-cynic each other.

And what of Grant, her current squeeze? Again, it was a cold, unemotional relationship; largely her fault, because he was a very charming man. But she never let him in. She even called him Grant… his family name.

Soolin realised she wanted more. She wanted to let her guard completely down, and for him to know all her hopes and fears. For Del to know how much she loved him. But she’d never have the chance, because she was here laid down in the sand… and dying. Del might even be the one who discovered the corpse. She shuddered at that thought.

Not long now.

Recent life had been strange. There was the teaming up with Vila and Orac, the other survivors from Gauda Prime, and then the chance meeting with first Grant and then Christina.

Christina’s ship was the strangest Soolin had ever seen, and had led to many arguments between Soolin, as leader of the group, and Christina, to whom the red double-decker bus belonged. Again, if only she could survive, she wanted to be able to talk to Christina more, because they had so much in common. Soolin needed a friend she could talk to, and she suspected Christina was it.

Instead she, Christina and Grant spent much of the time bickering like children. Three strong personalities, each wanting their own way. She wanted that to change. And she corrected herself again... it was Del, not Grant.

Soolin realised she was starting to lose consciousness. She cuddled up like a baby. Was that her mother she could see approaching the sand? To comb the hair of her daughter one last time? And then… blackness.

****

She felt herself stir from unconsciousness.

There was someone else there with her. She looked up at a black studded glove.

“But you’re dead!”, she exclaimed, before realising she was going to black out again.

TO BE CONTINUED…
Edited by trevor travis on 19 August 2015 11:24:56
 
littlesue
@TT
What?
To be continued?
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.....................................
That's not fair!
By the way...I've now got Summer Holiday running around my head...............
Edited by littlesue on 19 August 2015 21:18:23
Cold.....you don't know the meaning of cold.
Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of the window!!!


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BradPaula
Oh, TT, you have me hooked. More!!
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
 
Lurena
TT, I'm feeling so cold now in spite of the heat in your story...
What will your continuation bring?
Lara&Sue's Blake's 7 stories
*No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
 
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Hugbot
Great story, TT, very intense ... you obviously know Soolin very well to write her in such a convincing way.
I hope this will not be the end of Soolin's 5 ... it was such a promising team.
Hope to read the continuation soon.
 
mrsbookmark
I always liked Soolin and felt they was more to her. That was AMAZING !
 
Anniew
Oooh TT! Exciting! A black studded glove? Avon? Dorian? Travis? Can't wait for the next instalment.
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
Travisina
As August seems to bring out everyone's silly streak, here's my contribution:

"I'd rather fry than freeze..."

Long after his return to the Liberator, Vila was still wearing his thermal jacket. He had adjusted its temperature to a lower setting, but kept it on because he loved it. He relished its snugness; it felt like cosy armour, keeping him safe and warm.

Blake had returned to the freezing planet to negotiate with Servalan, accompanied by the android Avalon and a phial of deadly plague. If all went to plan, he'd be returning with the real rebel leader and the Liberator would be on its way again. To a sunny destination, Vila hoped. Beaches and palm trees and scantily-clad women. With those pleasant thoughts, he curled up on his bunk and drifted off to sleep...

... and woke some time later feeling uncomfortably warm. He checked the temperature dial on his jacket. Ah, that explains it. He must have been lying on it, because somehow it had turned itself round to the highest setting. He fumbled with the dial, frowning when it wouldn't move. He twisted it gently, then with increasing force, to no avail. Losing patience, he gave it a violent wrench. There was a spark, a brief smell of burning and the dial came off in his hand. Oh, great. Now he'd have to take off the jacket to see if he could fix it.

Vila pulled at the jacket's zip, but that too seemed to be stuck. It would respond neither to gentle persuasion nor impatient force. This is ridiculous! Come on Vila, you can open anything. You can't be defeated by a simple zip. He rummaged inside his toolbox and selected a slim probe. He inserted this carefully into the top of the fastening - and gave an agonised yelp, as an electric shock fizzed up into his hand. He dropped the probe and sucked his burned fingers, realising that he was getting hotter, both from his own exertions and as the unregulated temperature continued to rise. Even the zip was becoming too hot to touch. I can't do this on my own. I need help.

Heading for the flight deck, he encountered Gan in the corridor.

"You're looking a bit hot and bothered, Vila," the big man observed solicitously. "I'd thought you'd gone to have a nap?"

"I did. I am. All three. I was asleep, but my jacket heating's stuck on maximum, the dial broke and I can't get it off. Don't touch the zip!" he warned as Gan reached for it.

Gan withdrew his hand and took a closer look. "I should be able to pull it apart from either side, but the material might get torn."

"Go ahead, we can mend it later. Or not. It's broken anyway."

Gan gripped the jacket on either side of the zip and pulled. "It's very well made, this," he said, pausing to flex his fingers and try again. He twisted the fabric around his hands and pulled harder, then realised that Vila was making choking noises.

"You were throttling me!" Vila rasped, after Gan let go.

"Sorry. I can't seem to do it," Gan admitted. "We'll have to cut the jacket off. Are you okay?"

"I'm being roasted alive, how do you think I am? Ice! I need some ice!" Vila headed for the kitchen, while Gan activated the wall communicator.

"Avon, Jenna, Cally – we need your help..."

*

Vila lay face-down on a table, pink-faced and keeping up a steady stream of complaints. His attempts to cool himself by pushing ice cubes down his neck had only made matters worse. As the water melted inside the jacket, the heating elements had relentlessly compensated and he was now in danger of being sauteed.

Armed with a scalpel and laser probe, Avon peeled back the outer layers of the jacket in order to isolate and disconnect the circuitry, while Jenna and Cally had each produced a large hunting knife and were mercilessly twisting and pulling Vila's arms as they cut away his sleeves. Gan was attacking the larger seams with an oversized pair of scissors, making up in strength what he lacked in finesse. It looked for all the world as though Vila's crew mates were trying to carve and serve him for dinner.

"I wish we could gag him," murmured Jenna, as the stitching finally yielded and the sleeve came away.

"An apple in his mouth would be appropriate," Avon replied, severing the final connection.

The last piece of Vila's jacket dropped away, and he sat up; his complaints turning to babbled expressions of gratitude and relief. His undershirt was drenched in sweat and melted ice, and he started to slough it off when he became aware of a sudden silence that had fallen over the flight deck. He looked up to meet the gaze of Blake and Avalon, who were regarding the scene with undisguised astonishment.

"Err... hello. I think I'd better have a shower, now. A cold one. Thanks, everybody."

Gathering up the tattered remains of his jacket and his dignity, Vila slunk sheepishly off the flight deck.

***

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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
littlesue
@ Travisina...
...and he was now in danger of being sauteed...
I'm so glad I wasn't sipping my tea at that point!!!
Loved it!!!!!!!!
Cold.....you don't know the meaning of cold.
Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of the window!!!


sues stories http://sjlittle.w...
sues youtube channel http://www.youtub...e54/videos
sues book shelf https://www.media...ne%20Shelf
rebel run video http://www.youtub...prqS-XZtLo
Lara and Sue's Stories http://lectorisal....webs.com/
 
Anniew
Oh Travisina. Poor Vila. Loved the reaction of his crew mates to his dilemma and there is some lovely dialogue. The Avon 'Apple' comment is particularly good. LOL!!
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
BradPaula
Very funny, Travisina! I'm loving all the silly stories.
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
 
Hugbot
Wonderful story, Travisina - you had me roaring with laughter!
The apple comment is also my favourite line, but all the different reactions of the crew are very well observed and spot on.
 
Ellen York
Fun story Travisina. But poor Vila, his lock-picking skills defeated by the zip on his thermal jacket Sad
 
littlesue
Its all your fault PC....starting my brain off with a short Tarrant prompt and dodgem car rides.....6591 words later and I've just done the follow on!! I just couldn't get it out of my head!!!
Now to go through it for the usual Hampshire grammar hiccups.................
Cold.....you don't know the meaning of cold.
Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of the window!!!


sues stories http://sjlittle.w...
sues youtube channel http://www.youtub...e54/videos
sues book shelf https://www.media...ne%20Shelf
rebel run video http://www.youtub...prqS-XZtLo
Lara and Sue's Stories http://lectorisal....webs.com/
 
BradPaula
Ellen York wrote:

Fun story Travisina. But poor Vila, his lock-picking skills defeated by the zip on his thermal jacket Sad


Guess we should count ourselves lucky it wasn't his thermal trousers!
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
 
Travisina
BradPaula wrote:

Ellen York wrote:

Fun story Travisina. But poor Vila, his lock-picking skills defeated by the zip on his thermal jacket Sad


Guess we should count ourselves lucky it wasn't his thermal trousers!

Grin
Twitter: @TravisinaB7
Tumblr: tumblr
There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
clareblues1
Please BP, don't get me started on trousers again LOL
The foolish reject what they see;
the wise reject what they think.
 
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