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April 2017 Ficlet Challenge
purplecleric
I stumped myself with last month's prompts - kudos to those who rose admirably to the challenge. Let's kick back with something a little easier this month.

Springtime is in full swing in the Northern Hemisphere and Easter will soon be upon us.

The word prompt this month is ... REBIRTH

A reincarnation, a revival or a regeneration (wrong fandom, I know - cue the crossovers!)

And for the second challenge, continuing the Spring theme:

Our heroes have discovered a mysterious egg. What happens?

Have fun!
 
JustBrad
purplecleric wrote:



Our heroes have discovered a mysterious egg. What happens?


Avon kisses a corpse.
 
Joe Dredd
purplecleric wrote:

Our heroes have discovered a mysterious egg. What happens?



They realise that Justin is working on another sickening creation: Nog.
 
Anniew
Nog
SmileSmileSmilePfftPfft
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
JustBrad
Hobbling along on a cane, a gray haired Councilor Bercol watched the motorcade. “Where’s she going in such a hurry?”

A wheelchair bound Councilor Rontane replied, “To that new research facility. I wish I knew what went on there.”

“Do you really?”

“No.”

As President Servalan and her escort approached the unguarded entrance outside the isolated compound, robotic weapons followed their every move. She spoke. “I am Servalan.” The doors opened.

The captain of her personal guard balked. “Voice print, Madam?”

Servalan scowled. “The Resistance anticipates my every move, aided no doubt by traitors. Codes can be stolen. My voice print is mine alone. It is how my orders are verified. What is inside is too precious to risk to attack by the resistance. Follow, and be silent.” She led the captain and four young guards into the building.

Cursing the arthritis that plagued her in late middle age, Servalan hurried to the lab where a young clinician waited. Without looking at the woman, Servalan said, “You are ready at last? Show me.”

The clinician opened a door. A young woman entered, the spitting image of Servalan on the day she first became president, identical right down to the cold, confident grin.

The captain looked from Servalan to the young clone. “That’s amazing.”

“Be silent, captain.” Servalan circled her clone. “Impressive. And your voice?”

The clone spoke. “Computer, open a channel to commander galactic eighth fleet.”

As the computer confirmed the order, Servalan smiled and turned to the clinician. “Excellent. How long before you can transfer my mind into this new, young body?”

Before the clinician answered, the communications console crackled. “Admiral Greer, here.”

The clone spoke. “Admiral, scramble the fleet immediately to sector five to defend against an attack by the resistance. Verify my voice print and obey my orders. Computer, end transmission.”

Servalan’s face contorted in rage “What? That will leave us vulnerable to attack here on Earth.”

The clinician replied, “Indeed, a transport with four thousand trained warriors will enter this sector in less than an hour. Even before they arrive, we shall have total control thanks to your voice print.”

Servalan seethed. “You’re with the resistance.”

The clone smiled. “We *are* the resistance.”

Servalan barked. “Captain, kill these traitors.”

As the captain drew his sidearm, all four of the guards leveled their blasters and fired. The captain was dead before his body hit the floor, silent forever more.

The clinician spoke. “You see, Madam President, a thousand of us joined the Federation Military years ago. We have been working inside ever since, preparing for this day.”

Servalan looked to her personal guard. She never bothered with underlings, or she might have noticed sooner that aside from facial hair and haircuts, all four were identical. “Who are you, what do you want?”

The clinician’s lips did not move, but Servalan heard the woman’s voice in her head. “We are the Children Of Auron, and we want justice. Gentlemen, fire.”
 
Rainesz
The revenge of the Children of Auron. (applause) Very cleverly done.
Excellent, Brad.
 
Hugbot
Clever story, Brad - thanks for the good read! The moment that Servalan talked about transferring her mind to the clone's body I knew that the clones would come up with a plan to prevent this, but I didn't see the rest coming. And lovely to see that Bercol and Rontane got another outing.
 
JustBrad
Hugbot wrote:

Clever story, Brad -


Coming from you, I count that high praise.
 
Travisina
Excellent, Brad!
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Lorna
Really enjoyed Servalan getting her comeuppance !!
 
Anniew
Such a clever story Brad...really enjoyed it.
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
Hugbot
Way beyond the word count, but I am cheating, anyway....

Story Time

The egg was black and measured two feet. It did not look appetising, but they were low on food. Avon had salvaged a testing device from the ruins of the Terminal base and tried to find out whether the egg was edible.

Vila looked at it with disgust. ‘A black egg,’ he moaned, ‘looks like a dragon’s egg. Like the one Bardagamadhur hatched from.’

‘Barda who?’ Dayna laughed.

‘Bardagamadhur, the Black Dragon, son of Nadhra. In ancient times, the Lord of Chaos took two giant snakes and merged them by his magical powers and thus created Nadhra, the cruciform serpent, who became the father and mother of the dragons. In an assault on the settlements of the first humans, Nadhra was wounded and fled, but the wizard Témon Pétrel chased it over the land and over the sea to an island. There, he slew the giant serpent, but where the black blood from its wounds touched the ground, the grass grew rapidly. “This mircale might be of use”, the wizard thought and filled his canteen with some of the blood.

‘But the smell of the decaying corpse rose to the heavens and irritated the gods, and so they took a fiery star and hurled it down to Earth to burn the body. A glowing tail of seven colours followed the falling star, but the wind caught it and blew it northwards, and in the frozen lands the tail sank down and formed a colourful archway. Where its ends touched the Earth, the ground was transformed to purest gold, and when the rain has cleansed the air, we can see the reflection of the seven-coloured archway in the sky.

‘On his way back, Témon Pétrel passed a site where much evil had come to pass. To erase this spot from the face of the Earth, he poured out the dragon’s blood. A jungle grew, destroying the site of evil; but one drop happened to fall onto an ant, which also began to grow until it was as large as a man and stood upright. The ant saw that all other animals gathered in groups, but there was no other ant of its kind. It roamed the Earth to find a being like itself, and finally it arrived at the large rainbow in the north, in which it saw its own reflection. It tried to reach it, but the reflection vanished; and when the reflection appeared at another spot, the ant tried to catch it again. So it perpetually runs around the rainbow. What travellers think to be a dance, is actually a sign of the ant’s loneliness and sorrow.

‘In the meantime, Pétrel continued on his way home. There were still drops of the dragon’s blood in his canteen, but he did not dare to clean it in a river. Finally, he arrived at a barren ravine. A small burn ran through it, and the skeletons of twelve horses lay on the shore. Winter had come, white snow covered the bones, and icicles grew on the skulls of the horses.

‘“This is a dead place,” Pétrel thought, “here I can safely clean my canteen.” So he did, and then he retired to a nearby cave for the night.

‘But in the middle of the night, he was awaken by strange noises, and when he left the cave, he saw the twelve horses. They were alive, their snow-white fur glowing in the moonlight and a horn protruding from their foreheads where the icicles had been. These were the first unicorns, and the power of the dragon’s blood had not only revived them, but given them wisdom. They could speak in a human tongue, and thus they prophesied...’

‘It’s edible’, Avon interrupted.

‘Now, that is typical,’ Vila complained, ‘I am telling a story, and you spoil it with your smug Alpha pragmatism!’

‘I never thought that Deltas had much time for art and stories,’ Tarrant mused, ‘I thought you were the pragmatic ones, primarily interested in food and drink; particularly in drink.’

‘Yes, filling our stomachs was one of our main concerns,’ Vila confirmed, ‘but when we were hungry, thirsty and freezing because the heating system had broken down again, we used to huddle together and tell stories. It helped us...’

‘To escape into a fairy-tale world of your imagination?’ Avon said.

‘No. To keep our dignity.’
Edited by Hugbot on 07 April 2017 20:53:04
 
BradPaula
Wonderful story, Hugbot. I really enjoyed it.
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
 
Rainesz
Of course, out of all the crew members, Vila would be the silver-tongued teller of tales. Nice story-within-a-story, Hugbot!
Did the same formula of espresso and wine help inspire this one too? Wink

(You also beat me to my idea about the crew finding a giant edible egg.) Pfft
 
Travisina
Lovely story, Hugbot.

Rainesz wrote:
(You also beat me to my idea about the crew finding a giant edible egg.) Pfft

Don't let that stop you, Rainesz! All stories about giant edible eggs welcome Smile
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Hugbot
Thank you all!

Rainesz wrote:

Did the same formula of espresso and wine help inspire this one too? Wink

Actually, it was a 1st April FB post about a newly hatched Welsh dragon that made me think of a dragon's egg! Wink And then there is my big folder full of notes about a fantasy story arc too vast to be ever written. Most of the ideas stem from my teenage days and my twenties, but in recent years, I have begun to mine them and to use some of them individually.

And as Travisina already said, don't be afraid of posting another story about a giant edible egg. After all, there are so many variations: fried, scrambled, poached, Cadbury, marzipan...
 
Ellen York
Hugbot wrote:


And as Travisina already said, don't be afraid of posting another story about a giant edible egg. After all, there are so many variations: fried, scrambled, poached, Cadbury, marzipan...


Cadbury eggs and marzipan eggs, yum!
I like the idea of a Delta oral-story-telling tradition, and I'm sure Vila is a marvelous story teller even if the smug Alpha pragmatists don't appreciate it.
 
trevor travis
BAD EGG

“Oh look, an egg!”, exclaimed Cally.

Avon tried to look interested, but failed. He got on with Cally better than anyone else on Liberator, but at times, her slightly hippy ways and love of all creatures, baffled him.

“I’m going to take it on board, keep it nice and warm, and give it lots of love! With any luck, it will be a little chick or something soft and cuddly!”

***

The Tyrannosaurus Rex ripped off Blake’s head in one single movement and gulped it down in an instant, and closed in on the rest of the group, trapped in one corner of the Flight Deck.

Avon sighed. “Auron may be different, Cally, but on Earth it is considered ill-mannered to kill your friends while committing suicide."
Edited by trevor travis on 08 April 2017 17:50:25
 
Anniew
She would have welcomed rain but, indifferently, the sun shone all that week. In the end she retired to her chambers and refused to allow them in, ignoring their increasingly desperate requests. Let them think she was mourning the man rather than the opportunity he represented.

It was not her way to give up her hard-won controls and so she did not rage, break things or curse when she knew for certain that there would be no miracle. Instead the pain of sadness settled in her heart and she curled herself around it like a sick animal. She felt emptied, hollow yet heavy, as if someone had altered the gravity controls and the earth was pulling her down.

She had waited so long for someone suitable to come along - a man with acceptable traits, disposable yet not contemptible, someone with no political leanings or allegiances. It had not been enough just to look for someone outside the system: Avon had shown her that when he proved too politically astute to be seduced. When Jarvik appeared on her flight deck as if by magic, she had seized the chance he offered.

Such a rare beast. Physically impressive, clever, no push-over but no threat to her power either. He had no ambitions for himself. He was unencumbered by allies or family so there would be no one to claim a share in any miracle that might occur; no-one to question or protest when, after successfully impregnating her, he was made to disappear. Then, stupidly, he was dead, killed by her own troopers saving that little Mellaby tramp. And despite the primitive fury of their mating, she was still empty.

It wasn't surprising. Her physicians had explained frequently and in detail the gradual atrophying effect of age on her eggs. She was doomed to die barren, with no heirs to inherit her kingdom.

The week dragged on. The sun forced its way through the chinks in the shutters that darkened her room and she tossed restlessly under its probing beam with a misery that she could hardly contain.

Yet even as despair threatened to consume her, an element essential to her core was slowly re-emerging: a determination not to be bested by fate; to achieve her desires at whatever cost to others.

Like the rays of the sun, ideas burned feverishly through her brain, igniting, then fizzling out. And suddenly one came to her, a flame strong and steady, burning away her misery and tempering her heart to steel. She had remembered a report compiled by Travis on the rebel Cally and the breeding processes devised by her people.

Immediately, she rose from her bed and made her way to the Assembly Hall, startling her counsellors hovering there, so many lost sheep, as she flung open its doors and regally addressed them.

"Gentlemen," she announced. "I have plans for us to annexe the cloning facilities on Auron."
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
Rainesz
@Trevor Travis
“Oh look, an egg!”, exclaimed Cally.


Cally always manages to bring the worst things on board, doesn't she?

On a positive note, I think Avon finally has a pet.
Edited by Rainesz on 09 April 2017 01:55:39
 
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