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Lorna
Lovely collaboration you two!
 
littlesue
And now to the Revels Saga....in which our blonde heroine gunslinger decides that it's time to move on....
...and Lurena has done it again with her piccie!!!

The Revels Saga Finale
Part 4
Justice: To Have and Have Not


“Did you ever find that mysterious man?” Avon asked casually, still rummaging through the large box of Celebrations.
“Oh yes,” Soolin replied.
“Who was it?”
“Del Grant.” Soolin watched as Avon’s hand froze in mid rummage, “Deva told me his name.”
“Well now...Del Grant. Where is he now? Joining Blake and his great fight?”
“No. It seems that he disappeared, just after one of your former colleagues tried to beat a blockade and hit the self destruct. Jenna, I believe.”
Avon smiled, “How much do you bet that that was planned? I expect they are somewhere on the other side of the Galaxy enjoying life together.”
“What makes you think that?”
“No money in it now,” Avon turned to face her, “Grant was a mercenary; he got paid to win battles.”
“Like me then; he sold his skill.”
“Yes, like you. But I don’t need your skill…”
“I didn’t want to mention it…”
“Perhaps your charming stranger may need it.”
“Strangely enough, I think he may. Orac seems to think it knows where he is.”
“Where?”
“Freedom City, of all places.”
Avon was thoughtful. “So, Orac has been able to locate your charming stranger, but not the whereabouts of Servalan. Maybe now it will be more helpful in that regard.”
“Maybe it’s because she’s dead,” Soolin ventured.
“Servalan? Dead? I hope not. I want justice for Cally; for Gan; for all those people that she has destroyed in her ceaseless desire for power.”
“Has it occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, she no longer wants that sort of power…”
“For Servalan power is everything. But justice will one day prevail, if I have anything to do with it.”
Soolin watched as Avon slowly crushed one of the Celebrations in his hand.
“It means that much to you?”
“They say justice is blind, not to me it isn’t.”
“If it’s any consolation, I’m sure my charming stranger will forgive me should I decide to join you in your crusade for justice.”
“I’ll bear that in mind,” Avon said, slowly unwrapping another Celebrations chocolate.
Soolin was pensive, “I just can’t believe that I gave him all that money to escape and instead, he bought the casino.”
“Your charming stranger?”
She nodded.
“Then why don’t you go and ask him why?” Avon suggested.
Soolin sighed.
“I think I will. My business is finished here. I no longer owe you and we are even. Thank you for showing me exactly what sort of creature Dorian was…”
“And am I any better?”
“I’ll let you know, but if you should need me, all you have to do is whistle. You know how to whistle don’t you, Avon? You just put your lips together and blow.…”

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Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of the window!!!


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Travisina
With a scant 3 hours left in October, I finally managed to cobble something together. With apologies for its length and roughness...

Justice

The law students clustered around the viewscreen, making copious notes as they observed the trial proceedings.

The defendant was pale, and appeared confused. His forehead and temples still bore the impression of electrode pads. His representative explained that nothing could be done to cure Restal’s kleptomania, and for the sake of honest, law-abiding citizens, he should be permanently removed from society.

While the judges conferred, the law students murmured amongst themselves, debating whether the representative meant life imprisonment or execution. From the expression on the defendant’s face, it looked as though he was wondering the same thing.

When sentence was pronounced, one of the students nudged his colleague. “There’ll be nothing to steal on Cygnus Alpha,” he commented. “The thief is punished, while society is protected.”

His friend nodded. “Perfect,” he agreed.

*
In the luxurious surroundings of Space City, Largo exchanged a look with the Chairman of the Terra Nostra and refilled his wine glass, before turning his attention back to the viewscreen. The defendant had offered a plea of ‘guilty’ to the charge of smuggling, but stared with haughty defiance into the camera that was broadcasting her trial. She knew who would be watching.

“Are you satisfied?” asked the Chairman.

“Of course. Your agent is to be commended for bringing Stannis to the attention of the authorities.” Largo sipped his wine. “Exile to Cygnus Alpha,” he mused. “We won’t have any more trouble from her.”

*
Under the careful gaze of their psychologist, the boys observed the trial via a live feed from the courtroom. It was considered beneficial, they’d been told. Seeing their abuser brought to justice would assist their healing; help them deal with their anguished memories of pain and shame.

And so, reluctantly, they watched. They flinched at the sight of the man who had harmed them. One gave a suppressed sob, and the others exchanged looks. What did he do to you? the looks said. Same as he did to me? Worse?

When sentence was passed, there was a palpable sense of relief. The evil man was being sent away. The Dome's children would be safe.

*
Federation Captain Walker admired the widow’s calm dignity. He wished more military wives could be like her; accepting the loss of her husband with steely resolve. She was still attractive, she may even marry again. Then he observed the way her hand shook as she poured the tea, her frequent glances at the picture of her husband. Too soon, he thought regretfully, turning back to the matter in hand. He was there simply to deliver a message; the outcome of the murderer’s trial.

“He was found guilty, of course.”

“And the sentence?”

“Exile to Cygnus Alpha.”

She frowned. “I had hoped for the death penalty. So he lives, while my husband…”

“There’s more: he’s being given an additional… procedure. A brain implant that will prevent him from killing again.”

The widow considered this. The murderer was condemned to a lingering death on a distant penal colony, unable to defend himself against other violent convicts. Very well. Meeting the Captain’s eyes, she gave him a thin smile and picked up her tea cup.

*
The last echoes of the shots died away as the blonde girl lowered her gun. The man had been drinking, and barely glanced up as she spoke his name. Now he was slumped back in the chair, his last expression a surprised snarl; the scorch mark on his chest still smoking. Nobody looked at the girl as she calmly walked out of the bar. They turned back to their drinks in silence; the atmosphere one of taut of approval.

Justice had been done.

***

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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Mrs_Underhill
Hugbot wrote:
When I finally ordered my drink, he asked, ‘With ice? Or something else?’ He pointed to a large battery of bottles in a rack behind him. I could not see what they contained but having witnessed his previous food combinations, I did not want to run the risk of becoming the next victim of his creativity.

Just ice’, I said.

Ahaha that's brilliant, Hugbot! Smile And I just can imagine poor sweet Og so eager to please with his creations. Smile
Dipping pickled onions into a chocolate fountain is an interesting thought . Smile Cheese in chocolate can be genuinely good though. There was processed chocolate cheese dessert I loved as a child.

littlesue wrote:
Hours; Days; Weeks. It didn’t matter.
Justice would prevail.
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Loved both the story and the artwork, thank you Littlesue and Lurena!

Travisina, loved the look at our heroes from "the other side". Poignant and chilling, especially those poor boys. Soolin got her justice too.
 
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