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November 2016 - Artwork Fanfic Challenge - by Lurena
Travisina
i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac236/neoantares/artwork-illustrations/Horizon%20monthly%20challenges/stealthily%20slipping%20away_1.jpg
(Click on image for larger version)

We have a new artwork ficlet challenge for November from Lurena! This scene is called Stealthily Slipping Away.

Post your stories here...

(There are also still a few days left in O-cat-ober's challenge by Atomicmayo - closing date 6th November.
Avon & Cat)
Twitter: @TravisinaB7
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Spaceresearcher
Travisina wrote:

i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac236/neoantares/artwork-illustrations/Horizon%20monthly%20challenges/stealthily%20slipping%20away_1.jpg
(Click on image for larger version)

We have a new artwork ficlet challenge for November from Lurena! This scene is called Stealthily Slipping Away.

Post your stories here...

(There are also still a few days left in O-cat-ober's challenge by Atomicmayo - closing date 6th November.
Avon & Cat)


Superb as always. I'd love to see a comic made from these wonderful drawings. I'd be there to buy a copy or 2. Perhaps something a little different. The picture with a story description at the bottom. It would be like Telesnaps Blakes 7 style. Smile
 
Anniew
The Supreme Commander's yacht was moored at Moonai, the principle port of Saturnalia on the pretext of honouring President Armah's tenth year as ruler with a cruise and elegant supper, topped off with a firework display of ostentatious magnificence. But Blake had discovered from Orac that Servalan planned to detain Armah during the celebrations on charges of sexual harassment so that his Deputy, Saidar Khane could succeed him. With Khane as Saturnalia's puppet ruler, the Federation would effectively take control of sector five-something Blake was anxious to frustrate.

Unfortunately when the time for action came, Blake was laid up with a sprained knee and it fell to Cally to lead. She was eager for the task, Jenna and Gan less keen to accompany her and Avon and Vila not keen at all. In fact Avon considered permanently disabling Orac to prevent it coming up with any more titbits about Federation ploys that required the intervention of the Liberator Crew but by the time he had calculated that they were safer with Orac than without it, Cally and Blake had already got Gan and Jenna onside and Vila, much wiser than Avon, had rendered himself legless on soma. Since the success of the plan required that "someone" knockout the alarms on the yacht and download copies of Servalan's correspondence with First Minister Khane, Avon was forced to concede that he was the only "someone" with the skills to accomplish this who was also able to stand unaided.

Cally, Jenna Gan and Avon teleported down, leaving Blake in charge of teleporting them back when ('if', Avon reflected sourly) they were free to request it. To their surprise, it proved easy to gain access to Servalan's quarters (her name was even on the door) and even easier to download copies of Khane's treachery. It was then the work of an instant for Blake to contact President Armah with the evidence.

So it was that as Travis and Servalan waited on the poop deck for the grand arrival of the Presidential Party, the Liberator crew inched their way beneath them, making their way to the prow of the ship where they could be transported to safety; a platoon of picked guards marched on the yacht, ostensibly to escort the Federation Party from the planet and another effected the arrest of First Minister Khane.

As Cally remarked later, " There is a saying among my people. There is nothing more satisfying than a plan that comes together."

It was dispiriting then but hardly surprising given Blake's customary levels of success, when they discovered that Orac had been fed false information. Far from foiling Federation plans, the crew had been used to get rid of Khane, a rebel sympathiser who had been poised to depose the despotic Armah and free his planet from a Federation presence.

Orac chucked to itself. Stupid humans. That'd teach them to keep interrupting its research with their trivial demands.

A crestfallen Blake upped his plans to take out Control.
Edited by Anniew on 14 November 2016 16:23:58
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
JustBrad
Note: While my story makes obvious reference to recent events, I don't state whether we live in the 'normal' time stream, or the 'altered' time stream, therefore regardless of where you stand on Brexit or the US Election, there is no real reason to take offense.

Wibbley Wobbley...

Cally frowned. “You’re saying Time Travel is possible?”

Orac whirred. “Recall from your experience with the Moon Disks that my carrier waves transcend normal space time.”

Avon frowned. “But if we could alter the frequency of the teleport beam to match your carrier wave, we could, theoretically, travel in time, as long as the destination is in teleport range.”

Orac whirred. “Correct, but highly inadvisable. The smallest change could alter the present in unforeseen ways according to the Bradbury Butterfly Effect.”

Gan cooed. “Ooh, he’s my favorite author.”

Avon scoffed. “Who taught you to read?”

“Both of you, shut up.” Blake stood. “If we could pinpoint the events that led to the founding of the Federation, we could destroy it before it ever got going. Orac?”

Orac whirred. It was his job. “The two most powerful democratic regimes on Earth held history changing elections in the early part of the twenty-first century of the old calendar. Both elections were close. Both elections had the unforeseen consequence of setting both democracies on a more authoritarian path.”

Blake clapped his hands. “Set course for Earth. Orac, provide the coordinates and the carrier wave frequency for time travel teleport.”

Later

+Information: Liberator is in geostationary orbit two thousand spatials above planet Earth+

Orac whirred (yes, again), “I have set the coordinates for an old command center abandoned by the Federation years ago. The building dates back to the old calendar. You will materialize in the old calendar for exactly ten minutes. Proceed down the access tunnels to the matrix hub. There you can install a program that will spread like a virus and alter the computerized tallies of both elections. When your ten minutes are up, you will return to your proper place in the space time continuum. Then you can teleport back to Liberator normally. Once again, I highly advise against this course of action.”

“Good luck.” Blake sat down at the teleport console and randomly pushed buttons until his crew disappeared.

They materialized in an empty warehouse. A large grate covered a tunnel. Gan pulled it off. It was his job, after all.

Cally said, “I have a bad feeling about this.” That was her job.

Jenna looked lovely. It was all she could do since Blake was at the teleport.

Avon sullenly prodded things. “All right, that’s it.”

They emerged from the tunnel into the command center in their own time. Travis said, “Congratulations, Madam President.”

Travis said, “Yes, congratulations, madam president.”

Avon hissed into his communicator. “Bring us up, now!”

The command center melted around them, replaced by Liberator’s teleport bay.

Avon marched to Orac. “It all went wrong. The base is no longer abandoned. Servalan is president two full seasons ahead of schedule, and now there are TWO Travises, er, Travis’, er, Travi? We saw a Travis, and then we saw another one! What went wrong, Orac?”

While Gan checked the soles of his shoes for deceased butterflies, Orac whirred, “I did try to warn you.”
 
Ellen York
So ORAC is to blame for everything. Sounds about right to me Unsure
 
Travisina
Great stories, Annie & Brad!

Jenna looked lovely. It was all she could do since Blake was at the teleport. - made me laugh out loud Smile
Twitter: @TravisinaB7
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Lurena
Brad and Anniew, thank you for your fantastic stories! Again I start to long for an Orac spin off series!

Spaceresearcher, I know what you mean, the concept of the picture with a story description at the bottom. And I would love to do a comic. If only time allows.
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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Spaceresearcher
Has anyone ever tried, Blakes 7 the stick figures?

Here's some art I hadn't seen before:
http://nerdist.co...-7-series/
Warning: Be prepared to be horrified by what they have come up with for The Liberator.
Edited by JustBrad on 16 November 2016 00:57:17
 
Rainesz
@Brad: Somehow I knew you would do a Bradbury homage. That was hilarious. The "two Travi" got me. Grin And Gan:“Ooh, he’s my favorite author.”

@Annie: I suspect Orac has been meddling in American politics as well. Wink "TURN ORAC OFF! OFF!"
 
littlesue
And my little effort based on Lurena's brill piccie.......

The Best...Bar None


It should have been a quick mission; but somehow Servalan found out.
And now they were hiding in the grey gloom beneath the overhead gantry, waiting with bated breath as the Supreme Commander considered her next move.
“Well Travis?”
Space Commander Travis smiled, “They are here somewhere; I know it.”
It needed just a casual glance and they would be discovered. Jenna hoped that glance would never come, especially as Cally was ready; gun poised.
Behind her was Avon; likewise prepared. Jenna thought it odd that a man who claimed not to have killed anyone could be so adept at handling a firearm.
Behind Jenna was Gan, unable to kill but willing to give his life for the others.
And then there was Vila...hidden from view and working frantically to open the door. That door was their only way out of this mess.
All of them knew that any hope of slipping stealthily away would vanish the moment that door opened. It would only take one sound and the guards would open fire upon the hidden rebels.
‘Vila.’
It was Cally’s voice in his head, something he couldn’t get used to.
‘Please hurry.’
Suddenly the lock clicked. A small noise, but enough to alert the Federation guards above them.
As a barrage of shots rained down upon them, they managed to squeeze through the gap to the next room and safety.
“Vila...get that door closed...” Avon urged, but it was already done.
“Where are we now?” Gan asked standing in the middle of a large open expanse with boxes piled high.
“It doesn’t matter,” Jenna replied, “At least we are safe; for the moment. Any luck getting through to Blake?”
“Luck has nothing to do with it...” Avon replied disparagingly.
“What is this place?” Cally asked.
“It could well be our tomb...”
“Obviously, Blake’s information about this place was wrong.”
“Obviously...”
“This doesn’t look anything like a munitions production facility,” Jenna said.
“No...” Cally concurred.
“Hmm...I wonder what’s in these?” murmured Gan, investigating one of the boxes.
The sound of gunfire made them turn.
“They’ll be through that door in no time,” Avon declared, “Either Blake gets back with Liberator within the next few minutes, or we are dead. Vila...is there another way out? Vila?”
Vila was startled. He was about to tell them about another exit when he slipped and brought a pile of boxes down on him...just as the Liberator’s teleport took hold.

The atmosphere in the Teleport was tense.
“Another wild goose chase Blake,” Avon pointed out, “one that almost got us killed.”
“And it was just a warehouse,” Jenna said.
“But I was sure the information was good,” Blake murmured, “Something about bars. Was there any bullion?”
“Bullion?” Avon asked, “As in gold and silver bars?”
Blake nodded.
“Well, I don’t know about gold or silver,” Vila began, still in the teleport and covered in the contents of one of the boxes that had teleported over with him, “But the Milky Bars are on me!”
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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Lurena
A big Thank You Littlesue, I needed that tension and that cheer up!
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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Rainesz
@Sue-- Great banter between the team mates! And the use of the unseen Vila. Wink

@Lurena-- as always, superb illustration. So much detail here and your wonderfully expressive faces. Grin Wonderful visual storytelling as usual! <3

I'd like to contribute a story but I can't seem to stay concise and within the word-count. (I get carried away) This excellent picture would equal about ten pages of fan fiction for me, lol. Pfft
 
Travisina
Grandmother's Sprites

Security Operative Macintyre swung back and forth in his chair, keeping his eyes on the vis-screen. The inspection was over, and the Supreme Commander was making her way to the platform where her shuttle was docked. Throughout the day, she had said little; Space Commander Travis even less. This was good, it meant they hadn't found any fault with the running of the base. All the same, Macintyre would be relieved when they'd gone. He yawned, stretched and checked his chronometer.

Returning his attention to the screen, he froze and stared, unable to believe what he was seeing. In the lower part of the landing bay, four people had appeared out of nowhere. They were beautiful; their brightly coloured clothes an exotic contrast to the grey steel platform and the formal white and black of the Supreme Commander and her escort.

Macintyre suddenly recalled the stories his grandmother used to tell. She claimed she could see Sprites - mythical folk with magic powers. They were capricious creatures, kind or malevolent by whim, granting wishes to mortals or playing tricks on them. Although captivated by her tales, he never believed that these Sprites really existed. But four people had just appeared in front of him, as if by magic. He watched transfixed as they conferred, then were apparently engaged on individual tasks before drawing together again. One of the women held up her arm and spoke into a copper bracelet. They were briefly outlined in dazzling light, and then were gone.

None of the troopers on the upper level had noticed them. Overhead, Macintyre heard the roar of the shuttle’s engines as the Supreme Commander departed. His hand hovered over the alarm button. If he sounded the alert, what could he say? "Four strange-looking people appeared in the landing bay, and then vanished." His career would disappear, that was for sure, and he'd be sent for mental assessment. He rubbed his eyes. It must have been a trick of the light, that’s all. Too many hours spent staring at the screen.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to check. He enlarged the image, focussing the camera where the strangers had been. There was something - dark objects that hadn't been there before. They looked like... oh, god! Macintyre hit the alarm button as the first explosion rocked the base. The lights went out and the screen cracked, the image turning to static and snow. The second explosion catapulted him from his chair, the room turned on its side and the floor rose up to hit him.

Pinned beneath a fallen girder, hot dust choking his nose and mouth, he thought again of his grandmother. As she aged, she insisted ever more fervently that the magical folk of her stories were real. She ended her days alternately smiling with pleasure or whimpering in fear at things no one else could see.

I’m sorry, Grandma, he thought. You were right. I should have believed you.

***

Twitter: @TravisinaB7
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Rainesz
@Travisina-- Ooh, excellent!!! I love the whimsical fantasy touch. I find myself liking poor Macintyre a lot. (Maybe he survives...? Tell me he survives.)

Well, Macintyre's grandmother warned him the sprites could be just as dangerous as they are beautiful and magical. Wink
 
Travisina
Rainesz wrote:

@Travisina-- Ooh, excellent!!! I love the whimsical fantasy touch. I find myself liking poor Macintyre a lot. (Maybe he survives...? Tell me he survives.)

Well, Macintyre's grandmother warned him the sprites could be just as dangerous as they are beautiful and magical. Wink

Thanks, Rainesz :-)
I don't know whether Macintyre survives - it's possible, because we don't see him die. On the other hand, this is B7...

I'd like to contribute a story but I can't seem to stay concise and within the word-count. (I get carried away) This excellent picture would equal about ten pages of fan fiction for me, lol. Pfft

You don't *have* to stay within the word count, but 10 pages is a bit long for a forum post! However, if you'd like to submit a longer story for consideration to go on the website, I'd be very happy to read it!
Twitter: @TravisinaB7
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Ellen York
I like the idea that tales of magical creatures survive even in the Federation. Wonder what our heroes would think of being mistaken for sprites?
 
Anniew
On fire this month Travisina. Brilliant response to the prompt
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
Lurena
@ Travisina, oh what a wonderful story!
I can see things happen the way you describe.
I love the dangerous and magical fantasy.
Actually, among my people there are a few stories about "Macintyres" reactions and actions that made difference in our history.
Very gripping. Thank you so much for this brilliant story to my artwork!
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