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February Fanfic Challenge
Hi All,

Just to let you know that the January Collection is now up on the site (with pics & everything) here:
Ficlets January 2015

Enjoy Smile
My views are my own.

VILA: I'm entitled to my opinion.
AVON: It is your assumption that we are entitled to it as well that is irritating.

Twitter: @TravisinaB7
Joe Dredd
Looks good! I'm glad to see these are being archived other than just in the forum.
Joe Dredd
MORE RED by Dredd

Yor stories are awl gud. i know cos i red them.
LOL joe. Is this wot Avon rote?
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
It's about time I sorted out Blake's predicament...

Committed to the Cause

Blake’s feet scrabbled in the loose shale, trying to gain purchase on the slope as he attempted to escape from the strong arms pulling him down.

“You don’t understand,” he protested.

“Why don’t you explain it to me then?” a gruff voice replied.

The speaker, a burly man dressed in the quasi-military garb of the Security Patrol, gave a grunt of satisfaction as he succeeded in getting a firm grip on Blake’s tunic. Blake found himself sliding down, all the progress he had made lost under the steady pull of beefy biceps. Another man chimed in.

“Yeah, tell, we love a good story.”

The chirpy voice held a note of nervousness and Blake was reminded for a moment of Vila. This thought made him hesitate; the kick he was about to send into the smaller man’s face failing to make contact as the Security Patrol pressed home the advantage and dragged him to the ground. Blake breathed in a mouthful of the dust that had been stirred up in the scuffle and his words, when they came, lost their impact in the coughing.

“I’m vital to the Cause. I belong with them...”

He gestured to the bowl in the landscape formed by a long abandoned mining excavation and the group of people, vehicles and equipment gathered there. It was too far away to make out the faces, but the gaudy garb and sense of common purpose was very familiar to Blake.

“Our instructions are that no-one is to disturb the operation.” This was the larger man, who made himself even bigger as he puffed up with self-importance. “It’s already behind schedule.”

“But I’m Blake, their leader!”

The sight of Blake safely restrained in his partner’s strong grip made the smaller man bold.

“I don’t care if you’re Master of the Universe, you can’t -” He was cut off as his comms unit crackled into life.

“Base to Unit Two, over.”

The small man shot a quick glance at his partner seeking permission to answer, and at the nodded consent, replied:

“Unit Two to Base, over.”

“Update on the perimeter breach, over.”

“Situation contained.” He took a quick look as if to reassure himself and at the sight of the big curly-haired man being escorted away by his even bigger partner, he continued. “Intruder detained, over.”

“One of our regulars?”

Responding in kind to the less formal tone, the little man answered.

“Nah, some bloke calling himself Blake.”

“Damn! Gareth’s been on the sauce again, I told him it was the Dr Who location shoot today. Blakes Seven aren’t filming ‘til Thursday.”
Oh LOL, Purplecleric, great fun! Grin

Really really need to get mine written...
My views are my own.

VILA: I'm entitled to my opinion.
AVON: It is your assumption that we are entitled to it as well that is irritating.

Twitter: @TravisinaB7
All the time I thought Blake was trying to 'liberate' some miners or his crew mates in the mines of Silmareno ... and then you came up with this punch line! I had a good laugh, PC - thanks. Grin Grin Grin
trevor travis
Teehee, PC Grin Grin
Purple Cleric. That's laugh out loud!
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
Thank you all, glad to have raised a smile.

(And of course, no disrespect intended)

Blake’s feet scrabbled in the loose shale, trying to gain purchase on the slope as he attempted to escape from the strong arms pulling him down.
“You don’t understand,” he protested. "I'm not a deserter!"

He kicked out at the hooded men who were dragging him back down the slope, their knives drawn in readiness to obey the order to kill him.

"Wait! He speaks the truth." The voice was female, the tone commanding. A woman stepped forward, her hand raised. "This man is a new soul for the faith. He has come here of his own accord, and is welcome." She gestured to the men, who reluctantly released their captive and moved away. "Go, Laran!" she likewise dismissed the man at the top of the slope; the one who had given the order for Blake’s death.

Blake got to his feet, brushing the dirt off his tunic. "Thank you."

The woman smiled and took his arm, leading him away. "You were not among the recent arrivals. Yet no other ship has landed...?"

"I can explain," said Blake, wondering how he possibly could. He also wondered why he was still on the planet's surface; Jenna and Avon should have brought him back by now. Surely four minutes had passed? He glanced down at his wrist to check his watch, and then realised that the teleport bracelet was missing. It must have fallen off when he rolled down the slope or during his subsequent tussle with the hooded men. He stopped walking. "I've got to go back. I've... I've lost something."

The woman did not pause, but drew his arm through hers, pulling him gently until he fell into step with her again. “Whatever you lost is of no longer of any importance. You will find much more here.” She gestured with her free hand. “This is now your planet, your home, your life.”

Blake suddenly felt dizzy; a wave of nausea swept over him. Could this be an after effect of the teleport? Or was it the sulfurous atmosphere of the planet? He staggered and retched, but the woman kept hold of his arm, supporting him. She was surprisingly strong.

"Do not be afraid," she said. "You are sick, the curse of Cygnus is upon you. But we will cure you. Come." As the woman drew him towards the dark building looming ahead, Blake found that he was weakening. He glanced back over his shoulder, towards the slope where he had lost the bracelet. His thoughts were growing muzzy. Stumbling along beside the woman, he decided that she was right. Nothing mattered any more. He felt too ill to care.

"Leave it, Jenna!"

"No. Not yet." She was still trying different combinations of buttons, but the teleport bay remained silent and empty.

"How much longer?” Avon spun the probe against the palm of his hand. “We agreed four minutes, it's been over two hours."

"We know Blake got down safely. We must be able to bring him back."

"Must we? Maybe the teleport only works one way."

"Or maybe something happened to him down there – he could have been taken captive, or injured, or... " Jenna smacked the console in frustration.

"We've tried everything. I've taken the whole array apart and reassembled it, and that wretched computer hasn't been any help." He took hold of Jenna's wrist, pulling her hand away from the controls. "We've done our best," he said with quiet insistence. "Blake wouldn't blame us. Come on, Jenna. It's time to go."

The world swam in and out of focus as Blake shivered and burned. He was dimly aware of his fellow former prisoners crowding round the bed, speculating as to how he had got there. He knew he would have to try and explain, but his recollections of a great white alien ship were becoming vague; a fever dream tangled with other memories that he could no longer trust or believe. Blake closed his eyes, succumbing to the sickness, surrendering to uneasy sleep.

Vargas and Kara stood together at the temple window, gazing at the bright new star in the sky. As they watched, its light shrank, grew distant, vanished. The first tendrils of dawn began to creep over the horizon as a new day began on Cygnus Alpha.
My views are my own.

VILA: I'm entitled to my opinion.
AVON: It is your assumption that we are entitled to it as well that is irritating.

Twitter: @TravisinaB7
Oh, nicely done, Travisina. What might have been, eh?

Can we have the continuing adventures of Jenna & Avon now, please?
When I read PC's comlete-the-scene challenge, I also envisaged Blake on Cygnus Alpha, but I thought it would be impossible to use that particular scene as a starting point for an interesting story. Well, you have proven the opposite, Travisina! Interesting to read a seemingly familiar scene and then to be treated to something completely different.

All in all an intriguing idea. I wonder who Avon's 7 might have been in your alternative universe ...
Citizen Og

Blake’s feet scrabbled in the loose shale, trying to gain purchase on the slope as he attempted to escape from the strong arms pulling him down.

“You don’t understand,” he protested.

At last Deva arrived on the ridge. He could not risk to shoot directly at Blake’s adversary but instead fired a plasma bolt into the air. The sound and the flash frightened the creature so that it immediately loosened its grip on Blake and slid back down the slope. Deva stretched out a helping hand and pulled Blake onto the ridge.

Panting with exhaustion, Blake looked back. The creature eyed him warily. It was a strange being, of vaguely human shape, but hairy and horned. Blake felt the blood trickling down his cheek. A horrible scratch ran down from his left eye towards his mouth. He was lucky that the creature’s horns had missed his eye by a hair’s breadth.

“Better go back to the ship and get some medical treatment,” Deva recommended, “you’ll get a nasty scar anyway. You might end up looking like Travis.” He gazed down the pit where the hairy chimaera waited, eager to attack again but frightened of the weapons. No wonder - it had suffered from weapons like these before.

“What happened?”

“I thought he was dead,” Blake explained, “you should have seen his wounds. When I tried to examine him, he suddenly woke up and began to attack me. Understandably, as he must have thought that I belonged to those who nearly killed him. - Any luck with the lab?”

“Oh, yes.” Deva finally took his eyes off the creature and addressed Blake. “By the way, you were right. They have been here, this Avon guy and his gang. They seem to have pursued a similar trace as we did. We found some interesting documents in the lab. No wonder that your hairy friend survived his wounds. According to the report files, these creatures were genetically engineered to withstand extreme environmental conditions, even high levels of radiation. A group of super-soldiers for the Federation - dumb, obedient and nearly indestructable. They can recover from wounds that would kill any human being ... as you have just witnessed for yourself.”

A scrutinising look crept into Blake’s eyes. “So it is possible to give orders to these creatures?”

“That was the plan, although I think the experiments were never completed.”

Blake stared into the pit, his eyes locking with those of the creature in a silent duel.

“We could finish the experiments,” he mused, “and use these creatures against the Federation. There would be no power that could withstand them.”

Deva drew a deep breath. Oh no, please not another of your the-end-justifies-the-means schemes! Sometimes it became a heavy burden to work with a fanatic like Blake.

“Ah, yes,” Deva retorted, “I remember. I think the general who used his troops to turn the democratic Federation into a military dictatorship said the same.”

“Think, Deva!” There it was again, that unholy messianic fever in Blake’s eyes. “Think what we could do with them!”

“Crushing the Federation,” Deva replied dryly, “and replacing it by another one. A new Federation that uses force, that sacrifices its creature soldiers to gain power, that supresses the rights of its human citizens - and these artificial beings as well.” He pointed to Blake’s eye. Trust this zealot to ramble on about his fight for freedom instead of seeing to his wound! Good grief, that must hurt! Did he feel nothing? At least he squinted his eye in order to keep the blood out. “Who will you be in this formidable new Federation? The new Travis? And he?” Deva looked back to the creature who watched them, poised to attack or to flee. “He will be the new Blake, won’t he? Trying to shake off the chains that you impose on him.”

Blake whirled around, wrath burning in his eyes, but he did not reply to Deva’s mockery. “Let’s get back to the ship,” he croaked, “I have to do something about this wound.”

He turned around and walked away. Deva smiled. Ever the old Blake, never giving a direct answer, never admitting a fault. But there was hope. For once, he really seemed to be worried about what Deva had said. He might eventually take the right decision.

Deva followed him, waving casually down the pit. Og stared at him, full of pain, full of mistrust, full of relief.

Pfft Pfft Pfft
Hugbot, you amazed me. I was working on an idea quite similar to yours, including Og and his mates pulling Blake down the slope. I was trying to tie in the loose shale with Gareth being Welsh- as I saw plenty of it my last time in Wales. But it never materialized for me. Glad you took that idea and ran with it. Good work and the same goes for Travisina's contribution!
Zil: Oneness must resist the Host.
Two fascinating stories, Travissina and Hugbot. Both disturbing and likely. I've read a story about Avon on Cygnus Alpha. I wonder how Blake will cope. Whether he will find a way to continue the rebellion. Free everyone. Be an interesting continuation Travissina!

Hugbot I'd love to read a pre story where Deva and Blake meet. It has always puzzled me why they are together. And how does Deva know Travis? I really liked your explanation of how Blake got his scar. But I am also worried about what will happen to Og now.

Reading these stories makes me realise what a rich vein of material the series has provided for writers. And how imaginative you all are in dealing with it!
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
Purplecleric, that was fun! Very well done!

Travisina, loved to read your story; thank you for that alternative. The universe would look quite different, wouldn't it?

Hugbot, you deserve a reward for your explanation of Blake's scar! Can you provide an insight in Og's thoughts?
I so like to read an Og series.. eh...no, not audio, that will not do.
Lara&Sue's Blake's 7 stories and *my PD as Kerr Avon Tribute*
*No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
Thank you all!

BradPaula wrote:

I was working on an idea quite similar to yours

Great minds ... Pfft

Anniew wrote:

But I am also worried about what will happen to Og now.

After the Feds and Blake left, Og and his people lived happily ever after.
Or maybe Og did indeed find the opportunity to form his own band of rebels: http://www.blakes...rowstart=0 (especially #18).

Lurena wrote:

Can you provide an insight in Og's thoughts? I so like to read an Og series.. .

I hope that our resident ogologist TT will pick up this idea! Pfft
trevor travis
I feel some Og's 7 fanfic coming in future months Pfft
@ Hugbot - a very original explanation of Blake's scar and a worthy addition to the 'Legends of Og'.

I continued to be amazed by variety of fics and a little surprised that we are three quarter's through Feb there has not yet been a "Roses are red, Violet's are..."
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