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Feb 2019 Ficlet Challenge
‘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.
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.”


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.”
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.
Wow, starting off strong this month! Well done, all.
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
trevor travis wrote:

Roses are red
Gan is dead

Control was just empty
But the roof fell on his head.
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".
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...

Edited by Lurena on 14 February 2019 10:43:15
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*No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
Aw, that's so sweet Lurena!
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
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.
“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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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.
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