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April-May 2016 Artwork Fan Fic Challege
Travisina
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Welcome to a new month and a new artwork based fan fic challenge!
Grateful thanks again to Atomicmayo for this atmospheric picture of Cally, Blake and Vila. I'm looking forward to reading the stories it inspires!
Edited by Travisina on 01 May 2016 21:04:01
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Angry Angel
Ooh nice, very sci-fi!
 
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littlesue
Just back from holiday in deepest darkest North Devon...now to start thinking..........................
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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Spaceship Dispatcher
I'm especially impressed with this piece, well done Atomicmayo! I might have to get and think something up for this challenge myself...
Reversing the polarity of the neutron flow. I bet that means something. It sounds great.

Blake's 7: Trojan Horse (s4 fanfic) - Blake's 7: Through the Needle's Eye (s2 fanfic)

Spaceship Dispatcher's fanfic site
 
Anniew
It's a wonderful picture. Nearly got a piece written. Not very original but I enjoyed writing it. Now just need to channel my inner Travisina and edit, edit, edit!
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
Lurena
Oh wow! Cross over with "Water world!"
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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Anniew
On very bad days, when no one was speaking to each other and Avon strode the the ship holding himself like a bomb primed to explode, she remembered that moment. She pulled it to her like a blanket and its warmth soothed her, bringing hope and light.

Such a simple moment, human, sustaining and unexpected given the setting and the task they had undertaken. Even the angry whining of complex machinery in the communications' centre had been masked by the restful rush of water cascading from the conduits that cooled the wires, white-hot from the billions of infobytes that sped down them each second. Under the red, pulsing lighting, the angular shapes of buildings took on a fairy tale charm so that she could imagine herself far away from a world in which terror could rain suddenly from a peaceful sky and friends die in the pursuit of justice, in agony and incomprehension.

Just sitting with new companions, that's all the moment was: a peaceful, companionable wait while another worked behind a closed door to bring about her revenge: an act that might also keep them safe for a while as the Federation struggled to re- establish communication networks. Sitting outside the door, alert for trouble yet relaxed, they had spoken about her companions' deaths and she had felt their concern like sweet, agar tea, refreshing her battered spirit. Even he, the cold, dark one, had radiated a confidence that comforted. It was a moment made special because she knew she could trust these people: Roj Blake whose unquenchable belief gave purpose to his crew; the little thief, his thoughts overflowing with good humour and a zest for life and the puzzling technician who hid such unswerving loyalty beneath the layers of contempt and indifference. They were a team. And she was part of it. For those few minutes, nothing existed for her but the calm waiting and the sense of security she gained from it.

It didn't last. As experience had taught her to expect, the moment soon shattered in panic and confusion until, at the last second, the whirl of the teleport grabbed them from the splintering hell they had released. And yet, on board their ship, some remnants of the happiness she had felt remained with her.

But now, without Blake, any sense of purpose was absent. The crew shared no common goal: the new recruits too young to bring a sense of cohesion, Avon without a hook for his loyalty and fearing himself scorned, isolating himself more and more and Vila's optimism and zest almost gone. She longed for Blake's assured presence. For them to be a team again.

And so her last act, defying death's mad race to shut down her systems, was a cry sent out into the Universe, begging him to return and save those she had learned to love.

"Blake."
Edited by Anniew on 02 April 2016 09:12:12
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
JustBrad
Red Sky...

Even from a remote world like Goth it was a long journey to sector twelve. It was mostly empty space, so the odd planet was worth a look, just to make sure Travis wasn't hiding behind it, trying to give you the slip.

Jenna studied a red, rocky world on the scanner. “Nothing in orbit.”

+Information. Sensors indicate a Federation Pursuit Ship on the planet+

Blake barked, “On Screen.”

The view screen lit up with a bird's eye view of a modified Federation ship sitting at the edge of a lake, casting a long shadow in the planetary dawn. Avon growled, “That's Servalan's ship. We've found Travis.”

Blake moved. “Cally, Vila, with me. Avon, Teleport. Jenna, if that ship moves, blast it to hell.”

Avon's reply was quiet. “As I should have done at Goth.”

Blake, Cally, and Vila materialized on a flat beach some distance from the ship. Small huts dotted the lake, standing atop wooden pylons like large, wading birds afraid to get their plumage wet. The lake was artificial, the result of a nearby stone dam. The sluice gates were open, making Blake hold the bracelet to his ear in order to hear Avon.

“Zen says there are no life forms.” There was a dramatic pause. “Anywhere.”

Blake looked to the huts. “But there's a village.”

“Nevertheless.”

Blake's eyes fell to the ship. “Vila, if I were Travis, I'd leave trap. Give it a careful look.”

Blake looked to Cally. “Can you sense anything?”

“Death.”

Blake harrumped. “Cheerful thought. Let's check the village.”

Crossing a boardwalk, Blake knocked at the first hut. Receiving no answer, he entered. Four bodies lay on the floor. Their eyes were white, like an over cooked fish.

Cally knelt to get a better look. “No sign of violence.”

“It wasn't Travis, then. Let's hope whoever did this got him as well. Let's check the next hut.”

The story was the same everywhere: White eyed corpses, with no sign of a struggle. They met Vila on the dock near the shore. Blake asked, “Any sign of Travis?”

“No.” Vila jerked a thumb towards the ship. “But there's signs of another landing.”

Cally said, “Travis was meeting someone on his way to Star One, someone dangerous based on what we saw in the village.”

Vila said, “It left an odd impression in the sand. Looks Alien to me. Want to have a look?”

“No, we have to get after Travis.” Blake raised his bracelet. “Avon, bring us up.”

Vila looked to the crimson horizon. “Red sky in morning...”

The roar of the sluice gates gave way to the hum of the Liberator. Blake moved to the flight deck. “Jenna, Standard by Twelve.”

Cally looked to Vila. “What was that about a red sky?”

Vila offered a thin smile. “Just thinking of my days on the docks. No one sails the seas anymore, but Free Traders know their roots lie on the oceans. It's an old saying, 'red sky in morning, sailor takes warning.' Mark my words, there will be blood before this day is through.”
Edited by JustBrad on 02 April 2016 19:39:39
 
Anniew
Such a good story Brad and beautifully written. I love the description of the huts around the lake and the menacing foreboding tone of the piece.
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
Angry Angel
Anniew, I love that!
 
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Angry Angel
Nice one Brad, very ominous. Can I ask, did you mean Goth rather than Hoth?
 
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JustBrad
Hoth changed to Goth.

Thanks, everyone.
 
Travisina
Excellent stories, Annie and Brad!
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Anniew
Well my perfect day culminated in a wait for the AA when I left my lights on and the car refused to start. During the long wait with a fading phone battery and no radio I was driven to write this!


How it was. How I wish it had been.

Dreams can transform reality, turning the bad inside out. No....No. Dreams cannot sweeten the unspeakable. Or if they do they should not.

Yet the washes of unreality can obscure sharp edges. Blood glistens more gently through its filter. The memories of agony become tinged with something akin to pleasure. Joy and pain amalgamate in its rosy glow so they become impossible to separate.

I know this to be a dream but I do not want it to end. I want it to be that there was peace, and companionship and that the ruin we inflicted was not destruction but a gentle reshaping of concrete, steel and glass to magical palaces and fairy castles. I want the blood we spilled to be washing away in gushes of cleansing water, the water coloured a delicious pink, the noise of it's falling drowning the cries of terror in my mind.

I want to know that the sacrifice of so many lives, companions and enemies, was justified.

I do not want reality. I want to dream.
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
littlesue
Well here goes.
Sorry about the delay.

Red Shift


“How much longer?” Vila wailed.
“They will take as long as is needed,” Blake murmured staring into the red swirling waters.
“I know, but there’s only so much watching and waiting I can do.”
“It is very relaxing here,” Cally said softly, “This water, it can have a hypnotic affect.”
“Why don’t you go and try one of the entertainments tents again?” Blake asked.
“Been through them all...twice,” Vila replied. He sighed heavily and looked at the box on his left. He’d brought it along just in case; but his skills had not been required. The occupants of this vast red world had been most obliging. And that bored Vila no end.Atleast if Gan had been here, he could have had some distraction…but Gan wasn’t here.
Gan was dead.
Back on earth; the blue planet. So much more restful than this…this red planet.
“I thought there was only one Red Planet,” began Vila.
“Mars you mean,” Blake suggested.
“Yeah, that’s the one, but this really is a red planet; red sky, red water, red earth, red tents.”
“We get the idea, Vila.”
“It’s due to the high content of algae and bacteria,” Cally pointed out.
“And the sun,” Blake said, “plus the atmosphere. It all adds up to…”
“Red,” Vila sighed, “What’s keeping them? Surely it can’t take that long?”
But his two companions were deep in thought, both pondering their futures, maybe even the past. For Vila, though, it was the present that concerned him…and how much longer this moment would drag on.
Then he saw them.
Avon and Jenna walking towards the small group.
Vila prodded Blake, “Here they are. What kept you?”
“Sorry,” Jenna began, “It took a bit longer than we thought.”
“Were you successful?” Cally asked.
“Very,” Avon replied, “They were able to repair and recolour the faded parts of the material most expertly. They are both as good as new.”
“Oh, I’m so pleased,” Vila said, somewhat disparagingly as both Avon and Jenna held up their red leather outfits, “Can we go now?”
Avon smiled at the impatient thief, “Well, of course. We haven’t kept you waiting, have we?”
“Me? Waiting? No, what ever gave you that idea? But quite honestly…”
“…this could be a first,” Blake smiled.
Vila ignored the comment and continued, “I think I’ve seen enough red to last me all my life…”
“So I take it you wouldn’t want this red wine that I bought for you?” Jenna teased.
“Ah…now that’s a different matter,” Vila said, taking the bottle and placing it carefully in his box, “You know, I knew this would come in handy. Can we go now?”
“Of course,” replied Blake, “Ready when you are.”
All five shimmered out of existence; the teleport effect strangely intrusive in this red world. But soon, even that was swallowed up as the planet returned to normality.
It’s red sky arching over the red landscape.
And the red tents strangely quiet with only the sound of swirling red waters.
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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Anniew
That's a very charming fic Sue. A !ovely idea. Wonderful Vils . Evocative description. So worth the wait. Another comforting fic experience. Loved it.
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
littlesue
Anniew wrote:

That's a very charming fic Sue. A !ovely idea. Wonderful Vils . Evocative description. So worth the wait. Another comforting fic experience. Loved it.


Thank you.
I'm just waiting to hear from Lurena about the Tax one and the Dark and Stormy night prompt may well be a scene from the story that Silver asked me to write.
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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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/
 
Hugbot
The funny thing with this picture prompt is that in a way, it looks like an illustration for a very old story of mine (around 1984). The original scene was not set at the sea, but in a forest, but the similarities in the architecture of the village and the little gathering on one of the platforms are uncanny. Knowing what had happened the day before in my old story, I did not even have to invent a new plot for this prompt, but only to adapt it to our heroes and to a 500-word challenge. Here goes:

Taboo

Red light rained from a red sky and lit up the red ocean. The huts lay in silence, their inhabitants still asleep. The only noise came from the sewers - the constant murmur of wastewater running through the pipes.

Cally, Blake and Vila crouched uncomfortably on the platform, looking miserable after a rough night on the wooden planks. They felt stiff and shivered in the cold air of the morning. Over night, the moisture of the salty air had crept into their bones. They felt their arms and legs aching. The smell from the sewers was breathtaking.

It could have been worse, though. They had to be thankful that the natives had allowed them to stay on one of the platforms until the Liberator returned and picked them up. Of course, the accomodation that was assigned to them was not one of the central platforms but the one next to the sewers. But that was more than they could have hoped for. After what had transpired the evening before, the locals could have just thrown them into the sea.

It had began so well. The natives were not fond of the Federation. They had listened to Blake, they had been interested in his plans for an insurrection, and finally they had even invited their three guests to a feast in the city above the sea. But then ...

‘It’s a shame that this went wrong’, Blake growled, ‘we have to be more careful in the future.’

The way he looked at his companions let them immediately realise that he actually meant ‘you’, not ‘we’.

’They are very religious and pious people’, Blake continued, ‘it was careless to do things that might offend their beliefs. You know how the faithful tend to think about magic or anything that they perceive as magic because they cannot explain it, like voices in their heads or drawing coins out of their ears. Harmless acts for us, but for them, it’s taboo. – Well, it’s no use crying over spilt soma. But the next time we visit a planet with a civilisation of this level, be careful!’

Cally and Vila exchanged a look, and they needed no telepathy to know that they were both thinking the same. Did he really believe - ? Did he not realise - ?

He was right, the locals were very religious and pious people. That’s why one should not stand in front of a statue of the much revered demigod T’tog, the hero of ancient tales, the Saviour and the Bringer of Freedom, and to proclaim: ’I will set you free!’
 
Ellen York
"Clueless Blake" strikes again. For a clever man he really is a bit thick about some things.
 
atomicmayo
XD bahhahaa Hugbot, you ever disappoint. That was great!
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