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July 2017 Fanfic Challenge
Excellent, TT - I love stories that explore Vila's dark side, and the double-twists were super.
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
The Census Taker

Finton took a final look around the room that had been his office for the last six months. The census was complete, his report ready to hand over to the incoming team of analysts. On each new planet to come under Federation authority, it was his task to establish the population demographics; the analysts would then determine the most efficient way of keeping them under control. 

For once, the new Federation citizens had proved to be docile and compliant; Finton almost envied their simple lifestyles and lack of curiousity. The announcement that they must register at the Population Monitoring Centre had met with no resistance – it was nice not to have to resort to threats or bribery. 

Chief Analyst Ashwell bustled in, and nodded at Finton. "Ready to go?"

"It's all yours."

Three of Ashwell's staff were rearranging the computer equipment and filing cabinets to make space for a large, real-wood desk. Ashwell began to unpack his belongings, placing them on the desk with obsessive neatness. Finton felt a wave of irritation that he quickly suppressed. The room was no longer his. Time to leave. 

As he reached the door, Ashwell glanced up and said, "Miss Everstone is waiting downstairs, wants a word with you. Nice-looking girl. It's too bad I don't need a secretary."

Finton's heart sank. He didn't want another scene. He hadn't expected Violetta to become so attached to him; she knew from that start that this would only be a temporary affair. He found her in the glass lobby, and was relieved that she appeared calm. Only her pale face and red eyes betrayed anything of last night's storm of tears, her pleas for him to stay or to allow her to go with him. Both options were quite impossible, of course. 

He steered her towards a quiet area where they wouldn't be overheard. 

"You wished to speak to me, Miss Everstone?"

She flinched at his formal tone. "I've come to say goodbye."

"We've already said everything that needed saying."

"Not quite. When is your shuttle?"

"Two hours."

"Two hours!" Tears came to her eyes, and she swallowed. "I can't bear the thought of never seeing you again." 

"You'll forget me soon enough," Finton said lightly – and literally. One of the first actions of the incoming team was to regulate the dose of suppressants in the water and food supplies, and to arrange selective memory wipes for individuals who required them. He would request one for her.

"I'll never forget you. How could I, when I'm carrying your child?" 

Finton froze. He had assumed she used contraception. That was careless of him; he'd have to ensure his next secretary took proper precautions. 

"Are you angry?" Violetta asked anxiously. 

"Of course not." He forced a smile. "Don't forget to register the child before the next Census." 

"Oh!" Her face lit up. "So you'll be back in five years?"

The promise came easily, as it had with all his previous secretaries. "Yes," he lied.


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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
That Travisina is a little gem of a story.... very true to what we see of Federation Zofficials in the series and expertly realised. The details are really good..I love the irritation Finton feels when Ashwell invades his space and the real wood desk.
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
Thanks, Annie Smile
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
So here goes...
Someone gets left behind and Lurena draws his anguish perfectly...............

The Forgotten

The excitement in the Teleport Section was electric.
They all gathered round as Dayna emptied her bag of ill gotten goodies.
“I can’t believe how easy that was,” Tarrant enthused.
“Like taking candy from a baby,” extolled Vila, “How many Dayna?”
“Enough,” she replied, “I’m so glad that you found that Family Bag of Revels, Vila. At least I don’t have to rely on Avon’s good will.”
“I wonder who it is who has started production again?” asked Tarrant.
“Who cares,” replied Vila, “He can keep his packets locked up in the strong room for as long as he likes. Now that we know we can get these whenever Dayna feels like them, our worries are over…”
“No they’re not,” Cally murmured.
“Why not?” Tarrant smiled.
“Because Avon is still down there…you left him behind.”

Avon was holding his wrist.
The man opposite was definitely more agile that he looked. One hit with his silver cane had rendered the teleport bracelet inoperative.
“Seems like the boot is on the other foot now, doesn’t it sunshine? Your friends have gone off with some valuable merchandise and I want to know what you intend to do about it. Very clever that, distraction robbery they call it, and round these parts, they don’t take kindly to robbery.”
“It wasn’t like that…”
“Look, you lot bowl in here and then you start asking questions…no, demanding answers; answers that I don’t have. I told you several times…I don’t know where these Family Sized packets of Revels come from and quite frankly, I don’t care a toss. All I know is that some geezer has taken on the task of delivering all these confections because of people like you who keep hijacking consignments or causing the ships carrying such to crash.”
“So, who is this geez…man?”
“He likes to keep incom…secret like.”
“So who is it producing these Family Packs?”
“Like I keep on telling you…I DON’T KNOW. Look, why don’t you ask those two blokes who started to make these things when the Mars Inc production facility disappeared…Bad and Curly, or someit like that.”
“I might just do that.”
“Good. Now, are you going to pay up for all those Family Packs what your gang nicked? Or are we going to do it the hard way?”

Avon was holding his other wrist now; the gentleman had shown him what the hard way entailed.
A quick call on the man’s radio and Cally had arrived with the cash and another bracelet.
“What now?” Tarrant asked.
“We go and see Cad and Bury,” Avon replied.
“No way,” Dayna said between mouthfuls of Revels, “The Federation Fleet is on its way to Teal and Vandor, for military exercises by all accounts.”
“So your visit will have to wait until we find out what, if anything, Servalan is up to,” Cally explained.
“Anyway, I could do with a rest,” Vila announced, taking one of the revels offered by Dayna, “By the way, that distraction technique of yours, Avon. Brilliant!”
Avon glared!

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