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March 2017 - Artwork Fanfic Challenge by Lurena
Travisina
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For our March artwork prompt, Lurena has kindly sent us this picture of Vila. What is the little thief up to this time? Over to you!
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clareblues1
Uh oh...we have a proddy tool alert..this could get interesting... Grin


Vila was getting quite handy with his Swiss cheese moulding...

"It's a sculpture, I carved it...you're not going to make me leave it are you?"


Ok that's not a fic...but it's what came to mind when I saw the picture...and after all the chocolate I've eaten today my mind is in silly mode...

I'm sure the rest of you will come up with something far more sensible and proper...Grin
The foolish reject what they see;
the wise reject what they think.
 
Lurena
clareblues1 wrote:




Vila was getting quite handy with his Swiss cheese moulding...

"It's a sculpture, I carved it...you're not going to make me leave it are you?"



Grin
But that's brilliant Clare!
There is a whole story coming up about cheese (in my case Dutch Gouda and Edam cheese) in my imagination.
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BradPaula
More than a screw's loose...

“No problem, Dayna, I can get this put together in no time,” Vila bragged as he opened the rather large cardboard box with his cutting tool. He pulled out the sheet of instructions and threw them on the floor.

“Don't you think these might come in handy?” Dayna warned as she picked the sheet off of the floor.

“Those are strictly for amateurs,” Vila bragged. “ I don't need any instructions to put this together!” Dayna decided to keep quiet and see if he could indeed put it together correctly.

After an hour, the cabinet was constructed. Dayna had to admit, it did look good. It was standing and was square and plumb and whatever else carpenters usually judged furniture on. It would be a good addition to her workshop where she constructed new weapons for the crew.

As Dayna ran her hand over the top of the cabinet, the whole thing fell apart into a rather messy heap. Dayna rounded on Vila, who was sitting on the Flight Deck couch, drink in hand, looking satisfied with himself. His ego-fed grin suddenly slipped off of his face. To say the least, it was a job not-so-well-done.

Dayna stood with hands on hips, ready to give him a piece of her mind. Vila cowered. Dayna then looked into the box and found at least half a dozen screws and bolts in the bottom. “And what are these?” she asked sarcastically.

“Oh, that's typical. There is always hardware left over when you buy something from Space IKEA.” At least to Vila, that was the answer as to why the cabinet had fallen to pieces before them.

”I knew I should have done this myself. What was I thinking?” Dayna exclaimed as she picked up the boards and started to stack them into the box.

As she dragged the box down the corridor in disgust Vila shouted out, “Why don't you ask Avon to help you. He's the master of the proddy tool.”

“Perhaps I will,” she shouted back. “But first, I'll spend five minutes alone with you and one of Avon's proddy tools.” She turned at the end of the corridor and was gone. Vila gulped in fear and made a bee-line to his cabin and hurriedly locked the door.
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
 
Lurena
Hahaha Space Ikea! Recognisable!
Indeed, Ikea has those rond holes many places of which you ask yourself if you better should read the instruction sheet.
Oh dear, and a mention of "Avon's proddy tools".
Thank you Paula!

Also, you have to know that I just found Avon's first seen proddy tool prop replica (Space Fall, London computer room) back!
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Rainesz
Yes, this is me trying to put together furniture from Space IKEA. I feel for you, Vila.

Heh heh. Proddy tools.

Also, excellent Vila drawing, Lurena! Wonderful art as always. Grin
 
Lurena
Rainesz wrote:



Also, excellent Vila drawing, Lurena! Wonderful art as always. Grin

*bows shyly * Thank you Rainesz Grin
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Travisina
Cheese and Ikea! Great ideas, Clare & Paula - very entertaining.
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littlesue
Having now got the thought of cheese out of my mind...

All That Glisters


“You’ve got two.”
Vila inwardly sighed.
That was Blake’s response to whatever time scale Vila presented to him; not that it worried the thief. He could open anything in a few seconds, but he didn’t want everyone to know that.
It was easier for them to assume that no matter what the time limit, Vila would triumph.
Except this time, time was of the essence.
If only Avon hadn’t decided to investigate the vault more thoroughly, then the door wouldn’t have closed on him like that, leaving him with a very limited amount of air.
But the lure of the gold had been too much.
Wealth, particularly the acquisition of someone else’s, was a trait that both Vila and Avon shared. But at least Vila knew when to stop; Avon, though, just seemed drawn to it.
One day, Vila thought, that weakness would be Avon’s downfall. He just hoped that that downfall wouldn’t be shared with anyone else.
The door slowly swung open.
“And about time,” Avon snapped.
“Getting worried were we?” Vila smiled back.
“Thank you, Vila,” Blake interceded, “Next time, Avon, we may not be so lucky. So…what was the attraction?”
“Gold. This entire planet’s stockpile. Just look at it.”
Both men started to go towards it, but mindful of last time, decided to stay put.
Vila coughed, “Sorry to ruin the illusion, but that’s not Gold.”
They both turned to face him.
“Not Gold? None of it? How…?” Blake began.
“Trust me, I know Gold when I see it. Years of experience. It may just pass muster if someone merely glanced at it; but, it wouldn’t take long to see through the deception.”
“Someone’s been siphoning off the real Gold. Why?” Blake asked.
“To build themselves a little nest egg, I presume,” Avon replied.
“And you’d know all about that,” Vila put in, “The thing is, Blake, if this gets out, the people on this planet will have the Federation knocking on their doors in no time. No Gold reserves; no financial stability.”
“You suddenly know a lot about financial matters,” Avon pointed out.
“Do I? “ Vila conceded, “Obviously being in your company is starting to rub off.”
“We need to make sure that no-one gets into this vault and finds out the truth,” Blake stated, “Vila, I know that this goes against everything you stand for, but could you make this vault impregnable?”
Vila smiled, “Stand aside, gentlemen.”
He pushed the door too and knelt down, a wry smile on his face.
“And hurry, Vila…”
“…I know, I’ve got two!”
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Rainesz
Sorry for running overlong with this one.

The Vault

"I'm not paying you to ask questions—I'm paying for you to open that door!"

Vila sneaked a look at Gan standing next to their belligerent (as well as very rich) client. His fellow crew member only shrugged his massive shoulders with a "Do-what-you-can-do" expression.

"Sorry," Vila appeased. "Usually when people tell me to open a door they're usually not paying me for it. This is a novelty, really. Quite refreshing."

"Just shut up," shouted the purveyor of luxury services who also had ambitions for interplanetary commerce. He was also a covert arms dealer.

"Right, right." While not used to getting paid for his services, Vila was, however, used to rudeness. The client's female companion looked at him with some pity. (Why was she even with this pompous blowhard? Well, greed, of course. Quite understandable.) Nevertheless, Vila winked at her. Gan saw the flirting and rolled his eyes.

"You're wasting my time and MONEY!" bellowed the blowhard.

Again, a sad look from the woman and a remarkable suppression of anger from Gan. Far from being encouraged by these two, however, Vila stared at the stubborn door with a growing sense of dread. Oh yes, he could open it—it would not be easy but it was still within his expertise. Only... something told him he shouldn't.

It must have been a sudden lock-picker's sixth sense. Something on the other side of the door was... wrong. Vila began to tremble, feeling a peculiar panic coming on. This had never happened to him before in all his years of thievery.

The mechanism used to keep the... wrongness... inside was infused with strange encryptions he had never encountered before. He could override them, yes...

But should he?

The businessman was watching and nearly salivating with ill-disguised hunger, waiting. His companion, who must know something about what waited on the other side, was shrinking back.

Vila broke out in a cold sweat. He did not understand why he felt this way—oh, if only Cally were here, she might be able to sense it too and she might even understand it better and make him feel less like a fool. And what was on the other side of this door, he knew, was Very Bad. In fact, Vila was terrified.

He stood up and stepped away from the door. "No," he said simply, astonishing even himself.

"WHAT?" bellowed the purveyor of luxury. (The woman beside him looked like she might faint with relief.) "I NEED the contents of that vault! It promised—" He closed his mouth before he revealed too much. "Do you know who I AM? I could ruin you, crush you—"

Gan stood in front of Vila then, folding his arms. "My friend said 'No'. I think that it's in your best interests to honor his wishes."

After Gan escorted the still-shaking Vila away, he asked in confusion: "Why, Vila? The money was good. And Blake was ready to teleport us up with whatever you found in there."

"Call it a hunch, Gan. You know me, I never get these kinds of feelings. But NO ONE should open that door—ever."

***

Behind the door, the entity screamed its rage. It had been so close to freedom and unleashing vengeful annihilation on the planet that had imprisoned it.

Vila, of course, was duly reprimanded and called an idiot once more by everyone back on the Liberator; except Gan, of course, and—after she had heard his story—Cally. No one would ever know that he had saved an entire planet with only one brave word:

"No."
Edited by Rainesz on 24 March 2017 04:52:03
 
Travisina
Oh, Rainesz - wonderful story! I love the way you write Vila and Gan - spot on.
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Rainesz
Travisina wrote:

Oh, Rainesz - wonderful story! I love the way you write Vila and Gan - spot on.


Thank you, Travisina!

Argh. It took me an entire month to try to come up with what might be behind the door. I decided it didn't matter. Pfft
 
Ellen York
Rainesz, you are on a roll this month. Another wonderful story and more Gan.
 
Rainesz
Ellen York wrote:

Rainesz, you are on a roll this month. Another wonderful story and more Gan.


Thank you!! Gan-as-Best-Buddy seems to be my theme this month, lol.

Unfortunately I'm absolutely stumped by the Ogden's Basic Word List prompt. Limiting how many words I use is already my biggest problem trying to write a ficlet. Pfft (I admit defeat.)
 
Travisina
Rainesz wrote:

Argh. It took me an entire month to try to come up with what might be behind the door. I decided it didn't matter. Pfft

Brilliant! And you're right - leaving it to the reader's imagination packs an even stronger punch - the monster under the bed effect. Smile

Interesting, the way that sometimes happens with writing - struggle for ages with an idea, then a simple decision or change of character POV or setting, and whoosh - everything falls into place.
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Anniew
Great story Rainez. Really loved it.
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