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November 2018 Ficlet Challenge
In Greek mythology the legendary hunter Orion and the goddess Artemis held a competition to test their hunting prowess. Orion had boasted that he could single-handedly kill every animal on Earth. Artemis used her deadly Scorpion to prove him wrong. As thanks, Artemis turned the scorpion into a constellation.

The word prompt this month is … HUNT

Some familiar faces appeared as ‘pointless’ celebrities last month, including a pair of B7 actors. For the second challenge; what if the one or several B7 characters appeared on a game show?
And now it’s time to put a celebrity in our reasonably priced space chopper. May I introduce Doctor Plaxton of Federation Research and Development!


Doctor Plaxton, welcome. I understand you are quite the plasma head.

Thank you, Jeremy. Yes, I’ve always been a fan of space racing, but my main interest is in the vehicle, not the pilot.

Indeed, our tame racing driver, The Word, said that while you had only a lay person’s talent in the pilot’s seat, you were quite knowledgeable in the technical aspects of space race ship design. He said you were particularly interested in the power link couplings, and made a few minor alterations? We don’t usually allow that.

I’ve always been a bit of a tinkerer, Jeremy.

And quite a talented tinkerer according to Federation R and D, which I suppose explains all the strapping young lads in their black jumpers, green visors, and large guns.

Not to sound immodest, Jeremy, but I am rather important to the Federation’s plans for expansion.

Indeed, you are, Doctor Plaxton. I suppose that’s why Fed R&D insisted you be allowed to make any safety modifications you desire. They were safety modifications?

Jeremy, I can say without question the modifications I made will guarantee my safety.

All right, then, let’s get you into your reasonably priced space chopper and watch your lap. We’ll see that, right after the break.


And she’s off. Not much of a start. All right, she’s coming up on Mars. Not the best line through the asteroid belt. Now on to Jupiter. Picking up a bit of speed. Now for the hammerhead turn between Io and Titan. Oh, a bit loose there. Now into the long straight towards Pluto. I say, look at her go. My, she’s really picking up speed. Careful, she’ll never make the turn.

Oooh, yes, she’s off the course and disqualified… but… still picking up speed. She’s… how fast? Standard by Twelve you say? In real time? Is she slowing down to make the turn? She isn’t? What? Oh. We’ll be right back after this unscheduled break.


Ladies and gentlemen, this is Federation Central Security. We regret to inform you that due to technical difficulties, the entire cast of Space Top Gear have been killed in a transporter accident, and the show has been canceled.

Thanks for the good laugh, Brad! That was brilliant!
Laughing out loud, dear husband! Brilliant.
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
That was hilarious!Smile

Given the height of her heels, the slim figure raced with a surprising turn of speed across the ground, flashes of sunlight reflecting off the crystals encrusting her white gown. The foremost of her pursuers gave a shout and pointed towards the winking beams. Immediately the men gave chase. The music accompanying her flight swelled, its tempo quickening. For several minutes it looked as if she’d be caught but she reached the ruins and disappeared inside. By the time they got there, she had disappeared.

The smaller of the two men watching these events gave a cheer and even his older companion, a man who didn’t look much inclined to laughter, managed a self-satisfied grin as he switched off the screen.

“Day ten, Avon...she’s going to make it,” the smaller man crowed. “We’ll be rich!”

“Did you doubt it?” His companion turned pointedly towards him but before he could say anything further, the door behind him crashed open. A burly, imposing figure stood framed in the aperture, arms akimbo.

“What were you thinking, Avon? What the hell were you thinking?” it demanded, dangerously, but although the smaller man instantly tried to look inconspicuous, the object of this fury stood his ground with imperturbable calm.

“I gather your squeamish conscience doesn’t like my solution?” Avon drawled.

“Solution? How in hell is this a solution? It’s horrific.. barbaric...it’s...”

“Effective?” the small man supplied ingratiatingly . “Since it started, your popularity index has risen 10 points... Two birds with one stone you might say.”

“Shut up Vila. That’s hardly the point...I accepted the Presidency on the promise of bringing enlightened government to the Federation....instead we have...this...this.... abomination...”

“Correct me if I misremember, but I seem to recall you forbidding, “ absolutely” that we publicly execute her,” Avon remarked with glacial formality.

“I did...I thought...”

“And,” Avon continued ruthlessly, “ Dayna’s suggestion that she challenge her to a fight to the death.”

“I can’t endorse private vendettas Avon. Surely even you can see...”

“Further, you refused to heed Orac’s prediction that if you simply incarcerated her she would prove a magnet for every nut job objecting to your policy of educating deltas and granting any remaining Aurorna full Earth citizenship...”

“Yes well it.....”

“So, as your Chief Security Advisor, I took matters into my own hands. Bread and Circuses, Blake.”

“It’s day ten, Avon...she’s still at large. The population has taken to her... they’re helping her evade the trackers.. there’s every chance she’ll make it to the end and be in a position to claim the prize... What do I do then, hmmmm?

“Do you think me a fool? She survives only because I planned it so. Those “helpful” citizens were selected by Vila here and given the resources to ensure she evades capture. She was infected with a slow acting virus before the start of the hunt...It should start kicking in in earnest just after she wins and, despite the best efforts of your medics, she will, unfortunately fail to recover from it... You will arrange a state funeral for her and magnanimously announce that the prize money will be given to her next of kin, as a mark of respect. Popularity thus ensured, you will, virtually unanimously, be voted in for a second term...”

“Ohhh...well...I suppose in that case.... Who is her next of kin by the way?”

A slight pause ensued and then Vila supplied, “Some nonentity. She married him, oh about...umm... ”

“About two years ago, “ Avon continued. “About the time she returned to Earth. New identity. We were monitoring Sleer and Servalan and she slipped under Orac’s surveillance beam for a while..”

+A very short while,+ The Perspex box in front of the vid screen spoke abruptly, the rhythm of its flashing lights conveying its annoyance.

“ Oh yes, Orac. She didn’t fool you for long. You soon found her out.”

+ It became obvious when I discovered that you two had...+ Orac subsided abruptly with a frustrated whine.

“ We were happy to help, weren’t we Avon?” Vila offered, deftly juggling Orac’s key.

“What? Oh yes...”

“Team work you see, Blake. That’s what you’ve got in us. A successful team. My contacts, Orac’s intelligence and Avon’s....Avon’s...”

“Killer instinct? “ Avon interjected.

“ I was going to say homicidal paranoia...but I suppose killer instinct covers it..”

“When you’ve quite finished with the mutual admiration, I’d be grateful if you’d tell me the name of this nonentity that I’m about to make one of the richest Citizens of New Earth?” Blake enquired impatiently. “I’ve an Empire to run.”

Avon and Vila assumed identically innocent expressions.

“Nova Latser...” they chorused.
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
JustBrad, that was hilarious! Pity that Dr.Plaxton wasn't as good in running to as she was in running from.

Anniew wrote:
“Nova Latser...” they chorused.

Ahaha! Smile What a delightful and yet chilling idea on how to end Servalan. Very Avon and Vila.
The cold from the roughly packed soil seeped into her clothes, into her bones and she half woke, uneasy in the darkness. The small of her back was tingling with apprehension and instinctively she moved closer to the girl sleeping beside her. Soolin muttered and hunched an irritable shoulder. A faint rustle and Dayna started again, calming herself with effort. Just Vila, on watch, pulling his coat tighter to keep out the chill.

What was the matter with her? She had strode with such arrogant sufficiency on Sarron, heedless of danger, seeking out her prey with glee. On Xenon she had hidden for hours, invisible in the scrub, until some animal wandered close enough for her to despatch. She was, unlike Avon, Vila, even Tarrant, comfortable outside, revelling in the challenges it presented and the ever-changing tapestry of the land. Why was she huddling in the dirt of this broken shack like an animal? Only silence answered and, briefly comforted, she dropped again into a doze.

Shouts, the discharge of a weapon brought her blinking to her feet. That sarcastic voice.

“What’s the matter, staying alive too difficult for you?”

And for the first time, she knew herself to be one of the hunted and understood the fear in the eyes of those she had killed.
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
For this month’s challenge I thought of one of the very first gameshows that I ever saw on our brand new 14inch black and white TV back in 1963. It was remade later, in colour, but I still fondly remember the older version….
And again, a smashing piccie from Lurena.

Take Your Pick!

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Take Your Pick. My name is Michael Miles and I’d like to introduce you to our first guest, Cally.
Here she is for our Yes-No interlude.
Cally enters, followed closely by a man with a gong.
MM: Good evening.
C: What does he do?
MM: Bangs the gong when you say one of two words. …And your name is?
C: Cally
MM: And you’re from Auron?
C: Yes!
GONGER: Boing…
C: I don’t understand…
MM: I’m sorry, but you said yes…
C: ….and it’s contagious, isn’t it?
MM: May we have our next guest please? Ah, Supreme Commander Servalan. Another lovely lady…
SCS: There are no….
GONGER: Boing…
SCS:...other women like me, I am unique.
MM: Our next guest is Space Commander Travis. Good evening...
T: Well get on with it man. I don’t have all day…and neither do you and your gong!
Travis points his left hand towards the GONGER’s temple.
MM: Why do that Mr Travis?
T: So he doesn’t bash that gong when I say the Word.
MM: Word?
T: Yes, the Word…
The GONGER ducks but still manages to bash his gong.
MM: Thank you Space Commander Travis. And now we have our next competitor, Mr Kerr Avon. Good evening.
KA: Possibly.
MM: And your name is Kerr...or is it Avon…
KA: Well now, that depends.
MM: On what.
KA: On who is asking.
MM: Do you have anyone in mind?
KA: Naturally.
MM: So I can call you Avon?
KA: You may.
MM: So you are a computer expert?
KA: Possibly.
MM: Any particular computer?
KA: Well now…..
Sixty seconds later…and the GONGER hasn’t banged his gong.
MM: Well done. Now you just need to answer some questions for money…
KA: As long as he refrains from banging that gong.
Five minutes later and there is a grand total of 50 credits in Avon’s hand.
MM: Now then Avon, You may exchange that money for one of these keys in front of you, to open the box!Remember, each of the boxes behind me has a prize hidden inside, one is a booby prize, but one of these keys opens the box that contains the star prize!
KA: Which is?
MM: It wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it?
KA selects a key.
MM: Now you can keep that key and open the box…or I will give you 100 Credits.
KA: 100 Credits? No…
MM: 500 Credits…
The audience is going wild at this moment shouting “Take the money” and “Open the box!”
Eventually, MM reaches 500 million credits
KA: I’ll take the money!
MM: Now then, let’s see what you would have won if you had decided to open the box…
MM turns to face the boxes behind him…each and everyone is open and Vila Restal is standing there, his hands full of prizes galore.
MM: What the…?
VR: Well, they kept shouting ‘Open the Box’, so I did.
MM: What?
VR: Well that’s what I am; a thief.
MM: A thief?

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, loved your insight into Dayna. Yes, she was about to become a prey at last...

littlesue and Lurena, thank you for yet another delightful fic and art! Haha yes Vila wouldn't be able to resist all those boxes. "The WORD!" Smile
I imagine that gong must've been very annoying in that show. Smile
Well here we are, The Penultimate episode of not only the ongoing Revels Finale, but the entire Revels Saga.
Personally, I blame Purple Cleric, after all, it was she who chose the word Choice all those months ago................
Find out next month, in the Advent Calendar, if the story has a 'happyish' ending (This is B7 after all)
And again, a gorgeous piccie by Lurena of a certain lady gunslinger and Mr Smooth!!!

The Revels Saga Finale
Part Five
Hunter & Huntress

Out of sight of prying eyes, on the Flight Deck of the luxurious space cruiser, Carnell was saying his farewell to his surprise visitor.
They made for a strange couple.
“Ma’am, won’t this,” he gazed around, “draw attention?”
“I don’t think so. It will be in keeping with my new position.”
“Oh yes, President of ….?”
“A very small company of sweet producers. Please don’t bother yourself with exactly who. It will be better that way.”
“No, we wouldn’t your friend Avon finding out, would we. Although that computer of his, Orac, is most probably trying to locate you as we speak.”
“Then I must be discreet, as I said.”
“You know that he will continue to hunt you down. A man such as Avon that will not rest…”
“And a woman such as I will enjoy the hunt…”
Carnell sighed, “So what exactly is your plan, Ma’am?”
“To bring about Blake’s downfall. His rebel victory will be meaningless if his newly freed citizens are unable to access their supply of sweets. As I discovered…he who controls the sweets; controls the Federation. Once I have secured the Presidency of the smaller confectionary companies and amalgamated them…then I will control that sweet supply. Roj Blake’s victory will count for nothing.”
“And when will that happen?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see... Now I really must leave. My corporate penthouse awaits. Goodbye, Carnell.” She lightly kissed his cheek.
“Au revoir, Ma’am.”

Hardly had one determined female left his side, than Carnell found another awaiting him in his apartment.
“I really must do something about the security in the place, people seem to come and go at their leisure. How did you get in here?…not that I’m complaining, you understand.”
Soolin smiled, “I had a good teacher. He taught me everything he knew.”
“Should I ask…?”
“No, you shouldn’t.” She seated herself on one of the elegant bar stools and began to investigate the box in front of her. She selected a pink cube.
“This looks interesting.”
“It’s called Turkish Delight,” Carnell said, joining her at the bar and finding two glasses.
Soolin watched as he selected a bottle from the shelf that ran along the back wall. “Very nice.”
“The Turkish Delight? Or…”
“Both. I take it your offer is still on the table?”
“Of course, but won’t your previous employer take umbrage?”
“I’m sure he will, but he knows better than that.”
“I wouldn’t want him coming here and causing a scene like he did last time.”
“Krantor was not amused. Your friend and his colleague wiped out the entire profits of this place…hence my ability to acquire it at such a reasonable price.”
“He won’t.”
“Well, his loss is my gain. Tell me…”
“Soolin. Do you play chess?”
“I could learn…”
“And I am a very good teacher.”
“I’m sure you are, just as I’m a very quick learner.”
“My dear Soolin, a toast.” Carnell poured out two drinks, “To the beginning…”
Soolin smiled, “…of a beautiful friendship….”

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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Loved the open the box fic Sue. But the revels saga has taken a sinister turn. I hope Soolin is playing a double game......
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
Anniew wrote:

Loved the open the box fic Sue. But the revels saga has taken a sinister turn. I hope Soolin is playing a double game......

Well, it's the very last installment next month...but don't worry about Soolin. After all, she still wants her box of Milk Tray!Grin
And sinister?...I suppose it could be. What with Servie planning hostile take overs
But as I said, it will be a happy ending...well as happy as B7 endings are.GrinGrin
Cold.....you don't know the meaning of cold.
Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of the window!!!

sues stories http://sjlittle.w...
sues youtube channel http://www.youtub...e54/videos
sues book shelf https://www.media...ne%20Shelf
rebel run video http://www.youtub...prqS-XZtLo
Lara and Sue's Stories http://lectorisal....webs.com/
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