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Feb 2019 Ficlet Challenge
purplecleric
‘Oh yes, I had a mother; truly evil person.’ Bayban - City at the Edge of the World

Bayban’s mother, Avon’s and Tarrant’s brothers, Cally’s clone, Blake’s cousin, Gan’s woman and Dayna’s father. Even Servalan had her ‘babies’.

The word prompt this month is … FAMILY


For the second challenge this month, let’s have some Valentines - Blakes 7 style!
 
trevor travis
Roses are red
Soma is green
Blake is egotistical
And Avon is mean

Roses are red
Gan is dead

Roses are red
Soma is green
Soolin is lovely
And her bum is a dream

Roses are red
Soma is green
Justin loves Dayna
She is 13

Roses are red
Soma is… oh, gone!
Vila’s drunk it all.
 
JustBrad
What is past is prologue.

Kerr Avon looked up as his brother entered the room. Tilting his head to one side in typical Avon fashion, he asked, “Is it true, Jon?”

Jon offered a stiff nod. “Yes. My application was accepted. I will train to become a non-commissioned officer in Central Security.”

“Why?”

Jon shrugged. “Because I am a loyal Federation citizen, as are we all, and because I need a job.”

Avon frowned. “As a grunt in Central Security?”

Jon smiled. “You’re an Avon, an Alpha Grade. You get the scholarships. I’m adopted, with no right to the family name, rank, or privileges. I am classified a Beta grade. I have to work for a living. No offense, Avon.”

“None taken. You don’t have to call me Avon, Jon. My name is Kerr.”

Jon smiled. “Thank you, but you really don’t understand how the Federation works, do you, Avon?”

Avon stood. “Did you sign? Is it official?”

“It is. I report in a little over an hour You can’t talk me out of it now. If I don’t show, they brand me a deserter.”

Kerr Avon shook his adopted brother’s hand. “The next time I see you, you’ll be all in black.”

Jon may not have had the Avon name, but he replied in typical Avon fashion. “I hear it’s a slimming color. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go. Can’t risk being late.”

Kerr Avon rubbed his hand. “I hope this never puts us at odds?”

Jon paused at the door long enough to reply, “Why would it, Kerr Avon? You’re a loyal, law abiding Federation citizen, aren’t you?”

As the door closed behind his adopted brother, Kerr Avon sighed, “You know nothing, Jon.”
 
Anniew
A sort of valentine.

Who were you?

The woman I wanted to surround with flowers.
The woman who made me take insane risks.

Who were you?

The woman who hid herself even from her brother.
The woman who lied with the eyes of truth.

Who were you?

The woman who told me she loved me.
The woman who claimed she let me go.

And now you are dead, my Anna,
Never mine.

Then who am I?
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
BradPaula
Wow, starting off strong this month! Well done, all.
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
 
JustBrad
trevor travis wrote:


Roses are red
Gan is dead

Control was just empty
But the roof fell on his head.
 
Mrs_Underhill
Great start!
Avon's brother being adopted or having a different father is a good explanation for why his brother would be calling him "Avon".
 
Lurena
Understanding Valentine

He bent over the small table in his cabin, his hand hovering momentarily over the piece of paper in front of him. The graphite writing stick poised between his finger and thumb.
Yes, writing in the almost forgotten old fashioned way.

The words came slowly, but very well considered, every one perfectly formed.
His heart rate increased and he bit his lip. Imagine if someone should enter his cabin, now, at this very moment.
He rose to his feet and went to double-lock the door.
Then he seated himself with a deep sigh and continued writing.

The emotion stirred his mind and his stomach.
What if …if this letter would be misunderstood?
….If it would be replied to? And… when that answer would not correspond to his intention?
Wasn’t it he himself who was misunderstanding this ancient Valentine tradition about love and friendship? Or was it about a romantic relationship only?

His pencil drew a firm line, a word that felt as a pleasure and a torture at the same time.
His action stagnated.
He had to force himself to write that final word: “alone”.
He carefully folded the letter and closed it with a silver studded clip.
He sat staring at that letter at the table.
Would he?
Could he?

Again he got to his feet and sighed, irritated by his thoughts; his heart rate; the blush on his face.
No! Better not start this!
It will be misunderstood.
Not by her. She and he; their mutual understanding was too difficult to explain. If he ever was willing to explain.
The others would never understand.

Slowly, Avon turned to his cabin bed and tenderly placed the letter on the far side, next to his cushion, where a small furry figure gently accepted his writing...

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Edited by Lurena on 14 February 2019 10:43:15
Lara&Sue's Blake's 7 stories
*No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
 
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Travisina
Aw, that's so sweet Lurena!
Twitter: @TravisinaB7
Tumblr: tumblr
There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
littlesue
Blake had his Uncle, Avon his Brother, Bayban his dear old Mum...
So who is this with a family member?
As always, piccie by Lurena.

It’s All In The Game


“I presume this is our last game?”
“It would appear so.”
“What exactly is this new position?”
“I’m afraid that it’s nothing you would understand.”
“You’re so sure of yourself aren’t you?”
Carnell smiled.
Sitting opposite him was his father.
His father didn’t return the smile; he was too engrossed in the chess game being played out on the small table between them.
“Oh I am sure, just as I’m sure of your next move.”
His father looked up, “One of these days that overconfidence of yours will be your downfall. Still the ladies seem to like it.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
“And that’s an understatement if ever I heard one. You notice everything and everyone…”
“Purely to keep one step ahead.”
“One step ahead of whom?”
“Oh… everybody.”
“That flower over there in that box.”
“What of it?”
“For someone special is it?”
“I look upon it as a gesture of my unswerving loyalty to my new employer and I very much doubt if anyone has ever shown her such dedication in that manner.”
“I might have known. A woman eh? Do I know her?”
“Supreme Commander Servalan.”
Carnell watched as his father’s face clouded over.
“What does she want with a Puppeteer?”
“A psycho strategist if you please….”
“My son, you are playing with fire…”
“Please do not concern yourself with my ‘predicament’; I know exactly what I am doing.”
“I suppose she pays well?”
“A man of my skill is always in demand and people are more than happy to pay my fee.”
“Which no doubt is some exorbitant amount?”
“One has to live and a man of my social standing…”
His father stopped him in mid explanation. He had heard every justification before.
“I have a gift as well, but it is for you. It’s not much, but it will keep you occupied during the times that your superior intellect is not being called upon.”
“That’s most thoughtful of you. May I enquire the nature of this gift?”
Carnell’s father rose from his seat and went to the far wall which had several cupboards set into it. He opened one.
“I even had it wrapped.”
“Most thoughtful,” Carnell replied, taking the somewhat luridly encased parcel from his father.
He opened it.
“It’s the most up to date and advanced set they have.”
“An electronic Chess Set. Why thank you, I shall treasure it.”
His father knew that to be a sarcastic remark, but ignored it. He was used to his son’s arrogance and lofty self importance.
“Well, I suppose we ought to finish this game, seeing as you are leaving us soon.”
He went to pick up one of the chess pieces on the board, only to realise that Carnell was smiling at him, in that smug know-it-all manner of his.
“What?”
“Check mate.”
“But I haven’t…”
“You don’t have to…remember, I already know what your next move is; always.”
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Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of the window!!!


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Mrs_Underhill
That was so nice, Lurena! I was kept in suspense till the very end, but of course it had to be the Teddy! Smile

Sue - interesting idea about Carnell! His father in a way saved his life with that chess set.
 
littlesue
The last visit to the Amusement Park from Hell seemed to herald a new direction, but the new arrival would appear to have put those plans on hold. That new awaited guest is Commissioner Sleer and the Park has a new ride this Valentine’s month…..
Piccie by Lurena

All the Fun of the Fair…

The Tunnel of Love
Part One


Commissioner Sleer surveyed the Amusement Park with distinct unease.
“And the man who caused this…mishap?”
“Arrested and executed. We’ve been trying to mop up so to speak,” her Guard Commander said, “The question is, how do we explain so many deaths?”
“A transporter accident,” Sleer replied matter-of-factly, “Tell me, Commander, is this Park quite safe?”
“It seems to have gone quiet, but I have stopped my men going in.”
“I think I shall inspect it for myself.”
“Ma’am, I don’t think you should, there are still peop…things moving around in there.”
“Commander, it’s only an Amusement Park. I’m sure there is a logical explanation for everything that has happened here….”

And so Commissioner Sleer found herself wandering the still, desolate park, strangely quiet, bereft of people to bring it alive.
“My lady.”
Sleer almost jumped, but steadied herself as the figure in front of her doffed its large black hat.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am your guide.”
“My guide? For what?”
“To this Amusement Park.”
“You are strangely attired, if I may say so.”
“No more strangely attired than you, Ma’am.”
“Has anyone called you impudent?”
“I have been called many names, but Ringmaster will suffice for now. But what brings you here?”
“A great deal of our people have been mysteriously killed here of late.”
“Of course, that is the function of this Park. What sideshow or game or ride can I interest you in? We have many to choose from.”
“I would like to find out more about this Amusement Park.”
“Indeed there are many who share that wish. In fact, he is one such person.”
Sleer followed the figure’s line of sight.
Leaning against a stanchion was Avon.
“So all this is your doing, Avon?”
“You flatter me.”
“I take it he’s not real,” Sleer asked the Ringmaster.
“We are as real as you want us to be,” he replied, “Now, Ma’am, which attraction would you…”
‘Avon’ smiled at them, “I think I can help. That one, over there. Quite apt, really, the Tunnel of Love.”

Sleer waited for ‘Avon’ to take his seat in the rather strange conveyance that had arrived at the landing stage that ran alongside the gently burbling river.
“What exactly is this…craft?” she asked looking at its bird like head and folded back wings.
“It is a boat, my lady”, replied the Ringmaster, “in the form of an old Earth calendar Swan. Please keep your arms within the confines of the swan and prepare for the ride of your life…”
“Why the warning about keeping your arms inside…”
‘Avon’ turned to face her, “Well, the water is acid and it’s quite possible that something, or someone, could chop your arms off…amongst other things.”
Sleer tried to suppress a laugh, “So much for the Tunnel of Love!”

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littlesue
And the ride continues....
All the Fun of the Fair
The Tunnel of Love

Part 2


“Why you, Avon?”
The being that was Avon was silent for a moment.
“It seems that you and he have a mutual attraction. You do seem to figure in his thoughts a great deal.”
“How could you possibly know?”
“He has been here twice, and escaped both times, but even in that short time, so much was ‘gathered’. Just as so much has been gathered from you…”
The strange craft entered the brightly lit tunnel before Sleer could pursue the matter. Inside, the tunnel became darker as the lights receded behind it and then it opened out into a dimly lit chamber.
Sleer swallowed as she caught sight of many of her enemies, all gazing at her, their eyes following the slow moving craft.
“Are they real?” she whispered.
“No, they are not. They are merely illusions, like me or the Ringmaster, but the others who you see are the unfortunate victims of this ride. They are…were real. It killed them, just as it will kill you.”
“Kill me and the might of the Federation will descend upon you and your rather morbid Amusement Park…”
“It is aware of that.”
Suddenly, Sleer’s attitude softened as she caught sight of one of the figures, smiling at her.
“A former lover, perhaps?” ‘Avon’ asked.
Sleer swallowed and nodded her head.
She bit her lip as another figure came into view.
“Stop it…”
“As the man said, this is the ride of your life. Every man you’ve ever known is in here, whether you have loved him, just been acquainted or even sent to his death. They are here.”
“For goodness sake man!”
Both Sleer and ‘Avon’ turned round to face the cause of the abrupt intrusion.
The craft had come to a sudden halt, held firm by Space Commander Travis.
“Get out or I’ll throw you out. The choice is yours Kerr Avon!”
“It seems that my time is up…”
“But…”

It was too late. ‘Avon’ vanished.
“I suppose you have an explanation for this intrusion, Travis?”
“Indeed I do, Supreme Commander Servalan. But let the ride continue, there is much to discuss…”

“Why?” ‘Avon’ asked the Ringmaster.
“Any threat to this Amusement Park is a threat to us all. Commissioner Sleer is a woman of her word. It makes any move against her...well; you and I will be history.”
“But Travis…”
“She respected him, for all his faults.”
“And used him.”
“Perhaps? But that is her nature. The ride will be over soon. Let us wait by the exit.”
“It won’t kill her?”
“Not this time,” The Ringmaster smiled, “After all, this is the Tunnel of Love.”
The swan craft exited the tunnel and Sleer shielded her eyes from the bright light.
Travis was gone.
“That was a… most interesting experience,” she admitted, climbing the steps to the landing stage.
“There are many more experiences waiting, my dear lady,” the Ringmaster declared, “But first, allow me.”
From an inside pocket within his voluminous red coat, he produced a single fragile red flower, “For you, with all our love.”
Sleer smiled.
And remembered.

To Be Continued
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