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Mar 2018 Fanfic Challenge
purplecleric
The constellation Pisces is associated with Aphrodite and Eros, who escaped from the monster Typhon by leaping into the sea and transforming themselves into fish. In order not to lose each other, they tied themselves together with rope.

The word prompt this month is … BOND

Bond slave, a (monetary) promise, the force that holds atoms together or the relationship between our heroes?

For the second challenge, write a ficlet in the form of an advert, a policy or page from a manual. See HERE for an example.
 
littlesue
Are we taking bets on how long it takes TT to post his story?????Grin
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Anniew
REVOLUTIONARY FIGURE HEAD

NOVACARO ENTERPRISES.

We are seeking a charismatic and resilient figurehead to head up our Alliance of Rebels and Angry Warlords Against the Federation( ARAWAF), a post that has recently become vacant following the unfortunate demise of its previous figurehead Roj Blake.

You will be a hardworking and insanely committed to rebellion, with prior experience in this field and and high approval ratings from your fellow rebels. Intelligence and the desire to innovate are NOT, repeat NOT requirements for this position. Preference will be given to candidates who are prepared to follow orders without questioning but with unprecedented heroism. The ability to maintain self-esteem and motivation in the face of a constant stream of acerbic put-downs would be an advantage.

The successful applicant will be required to risk their life and those of their followers on a daily basis. They will almost certainly encounter many attempts to curtail their activities on the part of the Federation. Threats may include mind wiping, false charges of serious sexual misconduct, regular armed pursuit by various one- eyed Space Commanders and repeated seduction attempts by Commissioner Sleer. Consequently the management cannot guarantee that they will survive in post for any extended period of time.

The generous remuneration package will include:
*The Captaincy of a superior spaceship with teleport, star drive, advanced weaponry and complemetary computers (Nova and Caro systems);
*A picked crew to include one telepath, one patently smitten pilot (gender to be specified by the successful applicant), one resident humorous drunk and one disposable companion;
*A free obituary in the event of demise;
*A memorial of choice to commemorate the heroic sacrifice (up to but not exceeding 1,000 credits.)

Please submit your resume and cover letter by email:
Desolation Rogue, Principal: rogue.desolation@nova.caro.co.space.
For more information, call Niloos on 0800 000 000 between 9 am and 5 pm Monday to Friday.
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
Hugbot
Anniew, thanks for the good laugh! I was giggling all the way while reading your advert - perfect satire!

While I hate doing the obvious I couldn't help it:

Another Seven

When they broke into Servalan’s office in Residence One, the work was already done. Servalan lay dead on the floor. Behind her, a suave and virile gentleman in a tuxedo leaned at her desk. The Beretta in his hand was still smoking.

‘Who are you?’ Avon asked.

The stranger sipped at his Martini and answered, ‘My name is Bond. James Bond.’
 
Travisina
Hugbot wrote:

While I hate doing the obvious I couldn't help it:

Another Seven

I wondered if anyone would make that connection! Very neatly done, Hugbot Grin
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
trevor travis
Yay, Winspit Quarry!
 
trevor travis
They avoid showing the sea Grin Grin
 
Travisina
trevor travis wrote:

Yay, Winspit Quarry!

You're on the wrong thread, TT - you're confusing the Ficlet Writers!
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
BradPaula
Hugbot wrote:

Anniew, thanks for the good laugh! I was giggling all the way while reading your advert - perfect satire!

While I hate doing the obvious I couldn't help it:

Another Seven

When they broke into Servalan’s office in Residence One, the work was already done. Servalan lay dead on the floor. Behind her, a suave and virile gentleman in a tuxedo leaned at her desk. The Beretta in his hand was still smoking.

‘Who are you?’ Avon asked.

The stranger sipped at his Martini and answered, ‘My name is Bond. James Bond.’


Well, there goes my first idea for this month's ficlet!! AngryAngry
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
 
trevor travis
Hugbot wrote:

Anniew, thanks for the good laugh! I was giggling all the way while reading your advert - perfect satire!

While I hate doing the obvious I couldn't help it:

Another Seven

When they broke into Servalan’s office in Residence One, the work was already done. Servalan lay dead on the floor. Behind her, a suave and virile gentleman in a tuxedo leaned at her desk. The Beretta in his hand was still smoking.

‘Who are you?’ Avon asked.

The stranger sipped at his Martini and answered, ‘My name is Bond. James Bond.’


DAYNA IN BONDAGE *


When they broke into Servalan’s office in Residence One, the work was already done. Servalan lay dead on the floor. But how? The office was empty. Except Servalan’s corpse. And a sheet of writing paper.

“Who are you?”, Avon asked the sheet of paper.

The sheet of paper answered: “My name is Bond. Basildon Bond.”

* That’ll get Hugbot’s attention.


JENNA IN BONDAGE *

When they broke into Servalan’s office in Residence One, the work was already done. Servalan lay dead on the floor. But how? The office was empty. Except Servalan’s corpse. And a cup of tea.

“Who are you?”, Avon asked the cup of tea.

The cup of tea answered: “My name is Bond. Brooke Bond.”

* That’ll get Brad’s attention.


THE GINGER MERCENARY IN BONDAGE *

When they broke into Servalan’s office in Residence One, the work was already done. Servalan lay dead on the floor. But how? The office was empty. Except Servalan’s corpse. And a certificate.

“Who are you?”, Avon asked the certificate.

The certificate answered: “My name is Bond. Premium Bond.”

* Paula, step away from the Welsh Street Sign.


SOOLIN IN BONDAGE *

When they broke into Servalan’s office in Residence One, the work was already done. Servalan lay dead on the floor. But how? The office was empty. Except Servalan’s corpse. And a Miss Moneypenny lookalike.

“Who are you?”, Avon asked the Miss Moneypenny lookalike.

She answered: “My name is Bond. Samantha Bond.”

*Where? Where?
Edited by trevor travis on 04 March 2018 19:17:38
 
Travisina
TT, brilliant! Bravo, LOL-issimo!

GrinGrin
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
littlesue
Huggy....which incarnation of Mr Bond is sitting there?
Mr Lazenby (the first Bond I ever saw), Mr Dalton or Mr Brosnan. (I'm still not too sure about Mr Craig.....)
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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littlesue
TT...GrinGrinGrin
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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Lara and Sue's Stories http://lectorisal....webs.com/
 
Anniew
Huggy and TT Grin
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
Hugbot
Brilliant, TT! (Although I have to confess that I had to look up some of the more British references.) Isn't it great that we can inspire each other with our writing?
 
Hugbot
littlesue wrote:

Huggy....which incarnation of Mr Bond is sitting there?

Whichever you want ... maybe even a Bond that never was, played by Lewis Collins, Paul Darrow or Og!
 
trevor travis
Hugbot wrote:

Brilliant, TT! (Although I have to confess that I had to look up some of the more British references.) Isn't it great that we can inspire each other with our writing?


Hi Hugbot, indeed, thank you very much for your original tale, which did inspire me and got me thinking.

Although I guess we've now being cursed by the other fanfic writers, if they were considering James/Basildon/Brooke/Premium/Samantha Bond tales Wink
Edited by trevor travis on 05 March 2018 20:53:37
 
Anniew
“Avon, we’ll need you to take out the defence computers. Any problems?”

An unaccustomed silence greeted the request. Blake scanned the flight deck.

“Where the hell is Avon?” he bellowed.

“Umm...sick bay, “ Vila supplied tentatively.

“Again? Not.......?”

Vila nodded, instinctively ducking behind the console to avoid the force of Blake’s wrath.

Xxx

Blake stormed into the sick bay, taking in with one sweeping glance the bloodied figure of Avon and the ointment Cally was smearing on his deep scratches.

“ For freedom’s sake, Avon, “ he yelled. “This role play nonsense has to stop. I am not James Bond. You are not Ernst Blofeld. And get rid of that damned cat.”
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
littlesue
Seeing as Mr Bond seems to have taken over this month's thread, I have to own up to having nicked, borrowed, purloined....etc, Sir Roger Moore's Autobiography Title.

Our intrepid heroine has decided to follow up on Mr Charming's advice and seek out our favourite confection producers...
Our newly restored to health Lurena has provided the piccie...

The Adventures of Soolin:
Part Five
Our Word is Our Bond


Avon sat beneath the tree: thinking.
About Servalan.
About the Liberator’s Wardrobe …
Both had turned up on Heliotrix. How?
It didn’t really matter.
Even his Revels had survived until Dayna had gotten to them, courtesy of Soolin.
He still wasn’t happy about that, but Soolin wasn’t a lady to argue with. He knew it would take just one thing and he would be in the firing line.
Still at least they were off world; again.
How long will you be? He had asked.
Depends, Soolin had replied, idly spinning her gun in her hand. Avon knew not to argue…but at least it was quiet out here, on the surface of Xenon, until they got back…..

Mr Cad and Mr Bury found themselves staring at the young blonde woman who had suddenly appeared in their office.
“Um…hello,” Mr Cad ventured.
Soolin noticed his concerned look.
“Don’t worry, I’m quite alone…apart from my friends who are exploring your Cadbury World. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, not at all,” replied Mr Bury.
“If it’s about chocolate stains…” Mr Cad began.
“…we do have the expert here, on all things stainy,” Mr Bury blurted out.
“No, not chocolate stains,” Soolin smiled, “I’m looking for a man…”
Both men stared at her again.
“It’s just that Mr Gary is a bit concerned,” Mr Cad explained.
“About what?”
“Well, it seems that his previous employer, President Servalan, has been killed and people who worked for her are mysteriously disappearing.”
“So I’ve heard,” Soolin said, seating herself on the edge of the desk, “This Mr Gary…who exactly is he?”
“He was The Keeper of the Gowns,” Mr Cad began, “and we promised not to tell…”
“It’s all right,” Mr Gary said, coming out of hiding, “I think we can trust her. I kept Madam President’s clothes spotless and I was hoping to go into business as the go to person for cleaning advice.”
“I’m sure you’ll find something to do instead. So, who is the new Keeper of the Gowns?” Soolin asked.
“A chap called Rocker.”
“I’m sure he would be delighted to have your expertise. Perhaps a change of name?”
“Hmm…I could become Mr Dutch, or Netherlands…or even Holland. Yes, I could do that...”
“And you have our word that we won’t tell,” Soolin smiled icily in the direction of Mr Cad and Mr Bury.
“Our word is our bond,” Mr Cad declared, “What can we do for you, young lady?”
“I need the name of the man who conveyed some of your goods. I think he knows where those Family Packs of Revels…”
“Oh no, not those Revels. You are something to do with HIM aren’t you? He sent you?”
Mr Bury went pale. “Is HE here?”
“No, but he could be. So, who is this one time mercenary and where can I find him?”
“He likes his privacy…” Mr Cad found himself staring down the barrel of Soolin’s gun. He swallowed.
“Well,” Mr Bury said, “if you must know…”
“There,” Soolin smiled, “That wasn’t too difficult, was it?”

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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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littlesue
With apologies to Sir Roger...again.....

The Adventures of Soolin
Part Five (The Second Bit)
MY Word is my Bond


“So,” Soolin asked, “This mysterious ex-mercenary, what does he look like?”
Mr Cad looked at Mr Bury, “Well, he’s fair haired…”
“Blond,” Mr Bury contradicted.
“All right, ginger…”
“More Titian.”
Soolin sighed, “Height?”
“Tall…”
“Medium…”
“Build?”
“Big…”
“Quite slim. Actually.”
“Age?”
“Hmm..Well sometimes he looked quite young…”
“Yet, another time getting on a bit…”
Mr Cad looked at Mr Bury, “You’re getting a bit confused; that’s the other nice young man who came to see us every now and then; wanted something special for his young lady back at base.”
“Oh yes,” Mr Bury concurred, “Darren?…”
“No, not Darren, Darrell.”
Soolin decided to intercede, “I’ll just have to do some research for myself.”
“Dorian; that was his name,” Mr Cad finally said.
“Dorian?!” Soolin blurted out, “Here?”
“Oh yes, frequently. And you must be… Mr Bury, would you do the honours?”
Mr Bury rushed out of the room.
“Now what?” Soolin asked, “I haven’t got all day, and you won’t have much of a chocolate river…not unless we get Dayna away from here.”
“He won’t be long. Just has to run down to the computer room, punch in the codes; check the ingredients, off to the production line…”
“I get the picture,” Soolin smiled, wondering what the two men were planning.
“We’ve just got enough to make you some, and then that’s it,” Mr Cad sighed, “The Federation’s Pacification plan is taking its toll; they don’t need all this chocolate anymore, which will upset our partners.”
“Partners?”
“Yes, since our computers were hacked and we had to use our paper archives…well, we had an offer out of the blue for all sorts of recipes for sweets…but we don’t need them now. It was Oscar, Romano and Co. Ever heard of them?”
Soolin narrowed her eyes, “I may have had a passing acquaintance with them. Oh look, Mr Bury’s returned.”
He had indeed; worn out from running up and down stairs. But in his hands he held a familiar looking box. Soolin’s eyes widened in recognition.
“For me?”
“For you, my lovely lady. As your friend Dorian used to say, ‘And all because the lady loves Milk Tray.”
“You know,” Mr Cad said, “That Dorian would have made a fantastic advertising executive.”

Back on Xenon base, Soolin found time to have a word with a certain member of the crew with whom she had thrown in her lot.
“Well, if it isn’t Oscar, Romano And Co…in the flesh, so to speak.”
+One has to plan for one’s future.+
“Bleak though it might be should Avon find out what you have been up to. What was the deal you had with them?”
+40/60 split of all profits in my favour.+
“Not anymore…”
+I am aware of that. +
“What’s to stop me telling Avon about your little sideline?”
+Perhaps I could assist you in your search for this one time mercenary? +
Soolin considered that, “Deal! And you have my word that I won’t tell.”

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