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November 2017 Ficlet Challenge
purplecleric
Towards the end of November is Stir-up Sunday, the traditional day for mixing the Christmas pudding with all its associated rituals.

The word prompt this month is … STIR

To agitate, cause a commotion, evoke emotion, to cause trouble with rumours or gossip or a slang word for prison. What will stir your muse?

A dreadful saying, with various attributions, goes “The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves.” A melancholy has descended on our heroes, what do they do to dispel the blues?
 
purplecleric
Late on parade this month - sorry, folks!
 
JustBrad
Avon stood alone on Scorpio's darkened flight deck, arms crossed, head down in reflection. It had all seemed so logical, gather a group of like minded independent planetary lords and offer them the cure to Pylene 50 in return for them banding together against the Federation.

What could possibly go wrong?

Everything.

Xenon base was a ruin. Even if they had a hope of making it habitable again, Servalan knew where it was. They couldn't stay here, but Scorpion wasn't Liberator, it couldn't fly the galaxy forever. Scorpio needed a base.

They couldn't stay and they couldn't leave. It was all rather depressing, really.

Avon fell back on an old axiom: Remove emotion, deal logically with the facts.

Logic suggested they were as good as dead.

Logic suggests we're dead.

Logic has never explained what dead means.


Logically, he was out of options. There was only one thing left to do, confront his demons and get this over with.

"Slave, prepare the ship for departure. Set course for Gauda Prime."
Edited by JustBrad on 01 November 2017 19:16:58
 
Joe Dredd
Another pocket masterpiece, Brad.
 
Joe Dredd
I seem to remember a fanfic with Vila stirring the Christmas pudding for luck. Does anyone remember this?

Half of me says it was a Nicola Mody story, half of me says it was in the "Young Vila" series that ran through several editions of the "Chronicles" fanzine, half of me thinks it might be both, and the remaining half of me thinks I can't add up.
 
Blakesheaven
The S.T.I.R. Initiative

Servalan’s less than serene features faded into existence on the communications screen, the message was brief and familiar. “Send someone in to remove this mutoid IMMEDIATELY!” and the screen went black, “that’s the third one in two days, if someone doesn’t find out what this S.T.I.R. Initiative is soon she’ll be starting on us.” A voice emanated from the comms terminal,”rest assured technician when that moment occurs YOU will be the first to know, now send space commander Torn to my office NOW!”
“Supreme Commander you sent for me” “don’t sit down Torn, I only have two questions. Firstly it’s been sixteen days since we first picked up coded messages about S.T.I.R. it’s been picked up in conversation on eleven Federation worlds, it’s been associated with Blake on no less than ninety two occasions in comms traffic, your only task was to find out what it is and either obtain it or destroy it, you have managed neither! Why is that?”
“The general thinking Supreme commander is that after deciphering various communications S.T.I.R. Looks like a small group within the command structure of the Federation intent on a redistribution of power, they seem to be prepared to collaborate with the rebel Blake to achieve this.”
“GIVE ME NAMES! Torn you have very little time left, NOW GET OUT!
“Supreme Commander the second question?”
“Oh I just wondered how your family were Torn, families are always a worry in these troubled times, goodbye”
Blake walked onto the Liberators flight deck “Avon what exactly is it you and Orac have been up to all this time?”
“Oh just some stirring up”
“Stirring?” Enquired Blake,
“To Stir” explained Orac “ Earth old English vocabulary informal, to deliberately cause trouble by spreading rumours or gossip”.
“MISINFORMATION!” exclaimed Zen.
 
Joe Dredd
Very good! An excellent last line, too.
 
BradPaula
Stir Crazy

Jenna strode to the window in four steps and turned sharply. She paced back to the door and turned sharply again. Then, back to the window. She was striding determinedly with each lap, which infuriated Avon more with every step taken. With another circuit, he finally spoke.

“Must you do that?”

Jenna stared him down with her #2 death stare. It had no affect on him.

“I hate being cooped up like this- and a prisoner,” she spat at her cell mate. “I don't seem to have the nerves of steel you always show,” she ended and started her pacing once again. “I'm also trying to figure out what options we have left.”

“Can you do it with a bit less bravado?” Avon asked, trying to figure out the exact same thing.

Jenna gave up and sat next to her cell mate. He sat with spine erect, arms folded in what looked to be a defensive posture to her. She lay her head on his shoulder to see if she could get a rise out of him, but as always, nothing. It was bad enough she was being held prisoner but to be thrown in the same cell as Avon? Utter torture.

Just then a sound issued from the fortified door. Someone was scrabbling outside. With the sound of movement, both crew mates now appeared poised for possible action. Avon jumped up and stood on the side of the door, his hand at the ready to chop down any intruder. Jenna now stood beside him, also ready to strike out at anyone who entered. One last scrabbling scratch and the door swung open and Avon attacked – Vila.

“Ouch! What in the world did you do that for?” the thief shrieked. “I'm here to rescue you!”

“Not before time,” Jenna announced angrily.

“Hey, these magno locks don't unlock themselves!” Vila replied, hurt by their lack of thanks.

“We've got to find our way to the ship,” Avon spat. He did a short recce down the corridor.

Vila came close to Jenna and asked, “Going stir crazy with Avon as cell mate?”

“What do you think?” she replied tartly.

“Well, we're out of our cells but not yet home free. It's a matter of out of the frying pan and into the fire, isn't it?” Jenna nodded and they cautiously followed Avon along the corridor and eventually back to Liberator. All ideas of crew disunity forgotten as they came together to fight the common enemy- the Altas.
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
 
Travisina
Very nice use of the prompt, Paula! Did you spend your birthday writing a B7 fic about your hubby's fave character? That's true love!
Twitter: @TravisinaB7
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
BradPaula
Travisina wrote:

Very nice use of the prompt, Paula! Did you spend your birthday writing a B7 fic about your hubby's fave character? That's true love!


Er, sure... yeah... No, I just got the idea lying in bed the other day and now I have an idea for the second prompt! But writing Jenna? We both love her, and a certain other character in our family.
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
 
BradPaula
The Blake's 7 Black and Blues
(Chicago Blues-style song for guitar and harmonica)

I woke up this morning (sing 'da DA da-dum' - after each line)
With angst and much dread
How can I keep going
When red now means dead?

My hero's been murdered
Last night on TV
And so close to Christmas
Now how can that be?

And Servie's still standing
But not there to see
That I can be sure of
'Cause it's BBC

And what of the others
Are they all dead too?
Not Tarrant and Soolin-
And poor Vila too (Day-na da-dum)

That Arlen's a sly one
She tangled with Blake
But will she be living
And be at his wake?

Oh, I woke up this morning
With pain in my heart
They axed my fav programme
And that ain't too smart

So what will I do now?
The series is done
Just keep me away from
Avon's big ugly gun

(12 minute harmonica solo)
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
 
Travisina
Brilliant, Paula! I love it Smile
Twitter: @TravisinaB7
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
BradPaula
Travisina wrote:

Brilliant, Paula! I love it Smile


Why, thank you. I guess I should be sick with a cold more often. Seems to stimulate the writing juices. (Ugh!)
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
 
Anniew
Lovely responses to the prompts Paula and Blakesheaven.

The smell of discharging weapons was blown away on the cold wave of air that entered the silo as its steel door opened and then crashed shut. When the clanging echoes had faded, the pulsing red lights stopped too. The sirens ceased their rhythmic warnings. Silence filled the space.

A thin beam of sunlight forced its way through a crack in one of the high, blacked out windows and meandered its way across the floor. As it travelled, an arm, boot, head were each in turn briefly highlighted by its light. Behind it the shadows gathered, sliding over the humped bodies, turning the pooling blood a darker black.

So still, the scene, it might have been a painting. Not a stir of wind, not a flicker of movement.

And then the shadows shifted and a dark mass slowly rose from its incumbent position and coughed loudly. Other shadows began to move and resolved themselves into human shapes, pushing themselves up from the floor into sitting positions.

“That should do it, I think,” a hearty voice cut through the quiet. “She’ll have made her report by now and suffered an unfortunate accident on the way back.”

As if in answer, the silo door crashed open again and twenty troopers dressed in black Federation uniforms burst into the room, their leader taking off her helmet and shaking out a mass of blonde hair as she entered.

“Come on,” she urged. “They’ve lifted the blockade but I estimate we’ve only got about an hour’s grace. Stir yourselves people or this charade has all been for nothing.”
Edited by Anniew on 22 November 2017 17:40:13
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
rojroj
Joe Dredd wrote:

I seem to remember a fanfic with Vila stirring the Christmas pudding for luck. Does anyone remember this?

Half of me says it was a Nicola Mody story, half of me says it was in the "Young Vila" series that ran through several editions of the "Chronicles" fanzine, half of me thinks it might be both, and the remaining half of me thinks I can't add up.


The story you remember is "Solstice" by Sally Manton:

http://archiveofo...orks/16157
 
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Travisina
rojroj wrote:

Joe Dredd wrote:

I seem to remember a fanfic with Vila stirring the Christmas pudding for luck. Does anyone remember this?

Half of me says it was a Nicola Mody story, half of me says it was in the "Young Vila" series that ran through several editions of the "Chronicles" fanzine, half of me thinks it might be both, and the remaining half of me thinks I can't add up.


The story you remember is "Solstice" by Sally Manton:

http://archiveofo...orks/16157

Thanks for the link, rojroj - what a wonderful story!
Twitter: @TravisinaB7
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Rainesz
Anniew: You read my mind about Jenna being in deep cover as one of the troopers! Excellent story and wonderful description. Grin
 
littlesue
This latest instalment of the Revels' Saga was written before I heard of Mr Frederick's passing.
So it would seem to be a fitting tribute to one of B7's most fave guest characters...so much so, that there is a part two next month....
Meanwhile...
This month, our blonde lady gunslinger follows up the silver topped cane man’s information, and persuades Tarrant and Vila to visit a certain place of ill repute. And Vila’s memories are stirred…and once again, a lovely piccie by Lurena

The Adventures of Soolin
Part Three
The Big Wheel Keeps on Turning….


“Freedom City?” Tarrant exclaimed.
“Sh…” Vila warned, “Avon mustn’t know. As far as he’s concerned we are going to get some more ingredients.”
“He’s bound to be suspicious. I mean, how much chocolate can Dayna possibly eat?”
Dayna smiled.
“I just told him,” Vila said slyly, “That she’s got a sweet tooth.”
“And he believed you?” Soolin asked, as Scorpio prepared to leave the silo.
“Of course…why shouldn’t he?” Vila replied.
“You know,” Tarrant pondered, “Sooner or later, Avon’s suspicions will be stirred.”
“Preferably later,” Soolin retorted.

“Ah, Freedom City,” Vila mused, “The last time I was here with Avon, we conned….beat the system.” Vila frowned as he remembered that all those winnings had been aboard the Liberator when it blew up.
“But we’re not here to beat the system again,” Soolin reminded him, “We’re here to find the man who could tell us where those Family Packs of Revels originate. But you leave that to me. You, Tarrant and Dayna go and get those ingredients.”

It was strange walking around the Casino but Soolin wasn’t interested in the gaming tables; she was hoping to find someone who looked out of place.
“You look lost,” he said, “Please tell me that I can be of assistance?”
“It depends,” Soolin replied. He was sitting at one of the tables, casually turning cards over.
“That sounds promising; depends on what precisely?”
“Whether you know of a man who is an ex-mercenary turned cargo transporter. I was told that he could be found here, sometimes.”
“Well, you have found me instead, which makes me very lucky.”
“And what do you do?”
“I play chess, rather well actually, and since this so called Big Wheel lost their star attraction, The Klute, I have offered my services. Although I have stipulated that they do away with the electric chair…that can be most disconcerting when your opponent loses.”
“And do they lose?”
“Alas, frequently.”
“So why…?”
“…do I play? Well, I find myself lacking in funds and I am endeavouring to gain enough enumeration to leave this place and get as far away as possible. Since the demise of the late President Servalan, there have been numerous occurrences, usually bad, for anyone who once knew the lady in question.”
“Did you?”
He smiled, “Suffice to say, it would be better for me to disappear. Which I will, eventually. But I believe I can assist you. I have come across the gentleman to whom you refer; he was transporting a surprise package for Messrs. Cad and Bury. It was a painful experience by all accounts. I suggest that you seek them out, on Cadbury World.”
Soolin gave that some thought, “I will. Thank you Mr…?”
“Carnell, and I am your most humble servant.”
He reached for her hand and lightly kissed the back of it, “But now I have work to do…someone thinks he can beat me.”
“And will he?”
“I very much hope not…I have a reputation to consider, and that, alas,” Carnell sighed with resignation, “is all I have.”
Soolin watched him go, and smiled, “Such a charmer…”
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To Be Continued………………….
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
Less palatable and fun than the revels saga (long may it run) but here’s my second contribution:

Black clouds hung low in the sky, moving slowly and grudgingly in the wind that swirled with relentless persistence around the base. In the frequent downpours, leaves clung in sodden masses to the trees and water ran off the gullies drenching the unwary as they passed by. Weather for ducks perhaps but not welcomed by space adventurers. Even Dana, after a look outside, had shut the door decisively on the dismal scene.

They had not been long at the base and each had a reason to feel depressed. Soolin still shuddered at the thought of what her fate might have been in that dark basement. Tarrant missed the Liberator. Dayna and Vila mourned the loss of their friend, Cally. Perhaps Avon did too. It was hard to tell what he was feeling but whatever it was it made him terser and more impatient than usual. The others kept out of his way as much as possible and tried to entertain themselves as best they could but cooped inside they soon began to find each other irritating. The youngsters squabbled a little petulantly over silly things, like who that hair brush belonged to or who could do the most press-ups in a minute. Vila drank steadily, while Avon disabled first the lights, and then the hot water attempting to upgrade the base’s defences, incurring everybody’s silent wrath. If Vila hadn’t had a brain wave, then they might all have acted on their fantasies and killed each other for real, their corpses slowly rotting where they fell.

The rain had penetrated the lower levels of the base; not the basement itself, that had collapsed in on itself in the explosions Dayna had set and Avon activated, but in the storage areas. Vila, scouting for more supplies of wine was in the process of exploring them when he noticed some strange little creatures climbing up the wall in one damp corner. He collected a bucketful.

“What are those?” Avon swept into the rec room alerted by the sound of shouting from his crew and was surprised to find them clustered around a table encouraging four small molluscs to slime their way across an improvised race track towards a finishing line.

“Orac says they’re snails,” Vila threw out, not raising his head from the table. “ We’re racing them and.....dammit I was sure Slinky was going to win this time.”

“That’s another four thousand credits you owe me,” Dayna crowed triumphantly, scribbling on a piece of scrap paper. “Another thousand and I’ll get to get first showering privileges for a week.”

“Gambling,” Avon queried. “You’re gambling on the results? For base privileges?”

“Got a problem with that?” Tarrant queried, picking up his snail and moving it to the starting line.

“Not at all,” Avon replied, lifting the lid and reaching into the bucket under the table. He observed the heaving mass and selected a large specimen, closed the lid and placed the creature on the table. “Count me in,” he announced with a glittering smile.
Edited by Anniew on 22 November 2017 17:42:01
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
littlesue
@Anniew...Were any snails hurt in the writing of this story???Grin
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
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