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Mar 2021 Ficlet Challenge
purplecleric
The phrase prompt for this month is … A Fool And His Money Are Soon Parted.


And for the second challenge:

It appears that the crew have travelled back in time!



Have fun!
 
trevor travis
JOURNEY INTO THE PAST

“I told you we shouldn’t pressed that big red button”, sighed Vila, putting down his lunch box. The lid was open.

“Shut up, Vila! Orac, where are we?”, asked Avon.

“Around 65 million years in the past in a clearing in Paraguay. I can get us back to Xenon Base, but it will take me a few minutes to simulate the signal. Now kindly let me get on with my work.”

“Hold on”, said Dayna. “My history isn’t the best, but surely 65 million years ago means…”

There was a large roar at that moment, and a Tyrannosaurus Rex lurched into view. Before anyone could say anything, it swooped down with its large mouth and ate Tarrant whole.

"They've killed, Tarrant!", exclaimed Vila, "the bar stewards", quickly correcting himself when saying the last word, when he remembered this site is PG-13.

The T-Rex burped, and then closed in on the rest of the crew.

But before it could do anything else, Soolin shot the large reptile dead. She was looking lovely. More of the creatures lurched into the clearing, but she cut each one down. Within minutes, Orac had got Avon, Vila, Soolin and Dayna back to the base.

***

A few hours later, Avon had finished quizzing Orac. He smiled as the others returned to the main lounge area. Soolin was still looking lovely, having taken a lengthy shower.

Vila didn’t like it when Avon smiled. “What is it?”

“Well now. Orac has just been in communication with several Federation computers programmed with Earth’s history.”

“And?”, questioned Dayna.

It was Orac who answered. “It would seem the dinosaurs did not die out because of a large meteorite. But instead they all ate each other until only a few Tyrannosaurus Rex were left and those were living in Paraguay…”

Soolin interrupted: “I shot the last dinosaurs?” Orac confirmed that she had.

In the meantime, no-one saw the baby T-Rex crawl out of Vila’s lunch box and head in the direction of the men's shower room. Vila had a nasty shock coming...

THE END?
Edited by trevor travis on 01 March 2021 10:54:44
 
JustBrad
TT. Brilliant... but how did you NOT work Adric into that story?
Men of Harlech cease your dreaming, can't you see their street signs gleaming...
 
littlesue
TT Excellent. It reminds me of the good old Irwin Allen series...whenever one of the characters (be it in Lost in Space, Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea. Time Tunnel or Land of the Giants) said, "This looks Prehistoric" or words to that effect..along came the clips from Mr Allen's Lost World film!! Yes the infamous Lizards with bits stuck on them!!!!
In fact, one of the Voyage episodes is made up of almost the entire film and David Hedison wears the same costume that he wore in the film whilst on the Seaview.
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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JustBrad
Vila left damp footprints as he carried a small box from the teleport bay to a table. “That’s my second trip to Aristo, and the second time I’ve gotten my foot wet. Okay, we’ve got it, but what is it?”

Orac whirred. “It is my creator’s second greatest invention, a prototype non dimensional temporal displacer.”

Vila cooed as if impressed, “Oh, a non dimensional temporal displacer.” He turned to Tarrant. “What is it?”

Tarrant answered, “A time machine.”

Vila baked. “I think you mean a prototype time machine. Sounds dangerous.”

Avon shouldered his way past Tarrant to examine the box. “And will remain dangerous until I have finished programming it.”

Tarrant couldn’t resist, “IF you can finish programming it.”

Avon’s answer was surprisingly candid. “Indeed.”

Much later.

The crew stood huddled together on the flight deck under the watchful eye of several armed troopers, Servalan, and Jarvik.

Tarrant stared down a supremely confident Servalan. “I’d rather face the business end of a poisonous snake.

Servalan cooed, “As I thought, I shall just have to watch you break.”

Avon stepped forward. “All right, Servalan, if he won’t, I will. You get it all: Liberator, and Orac.”

Servalan smiled as she indicated a black box. “And the time machine.”

“You know about that?” Avon’s shoulders sagged, “Ensor called it a non dimensional temporal displacer. Very well. Shall we start with that?”

Servalan ran a hand over the device. “WIth this, I will have ultimate power.” She looked up at Avon. “How does it work?”

“Set your time here, and press the button. Everything in a five foot radius will be displaced. May I suggest a short trip to start, say, ten seconds?”

Servalan answered, “As long as you come with us.”

As Servalan turned the dial, Avon gestured to Jarvik and the guards. “Everyone in tight.”

Servalan pushed the button. Nothing happened. She looked to Avon.

Avon slowly moved towards Orac. “Orac, why isn’t it working.”

Orac whirred, “There is a built in seven second delay.”

Avon smiled, “So there is.”

Servalan, Jarvik, and the guards vanished.

Tarrant ran for the weapon rack. “Ensor called it non dimensional. I presume that means they will reappear exactly where they dematerialized in ten seconds.”

Avon turned to Zen. “Zen, is Liberator in a geosynchronous orbit?”

+Negative. Liberator is orbiting the Kairos at 20 Spacials per second relative to the planet’s surface.+

Tarrant paused. “Which means they will materialize 200 Spacials behind us?

Vila ventured, “Because we’re moving, but they aren’t?

“Yes.” Tarrant grinned. “End of problem?”

Avon answered, “End of problem.”

Vila nodded. “And the end of the Time Machine.”

Avon shrugged. “It was useless anyway. Ensor immediately realized what it has taken me months to deduce. Time really is linear. That’s why there was only one dial. You can go forward, you can’t go back. And no time machine can move without a dimensional stabilizer.”

Tarrant moved to the pilot station. “Zen, lay in a course for Keerzarn. Standard by four.”

+Confirmed.+
Men of Harlech cease your dreaming, can't you see their street signs gleaming...
 
GanMiniMe
Superb, TT. That cheered me up! And JustBrad, that was very clever! I love it when a ficlet slots so nicely into the pre-existing narrative!

I do have an idea for a fic but I am a little worried about it- I am afraid of TT’s reaction if I commit it to print. I don’t want him to set Og on me.
 
trevor travis
GanMiniMe wrote:

Superb, TT. That cheered me up! And JustBrad, that was very clever! I love it when a ficlet slots so nicely into the pre-existing narrative!

I do have an idea for a fic but I am a little worried about it- I am afraid of TT’s reaction if I commit it to print. I don’t want him to set Og on me.


I don't mind - do what you want. I can't speak about Og - he has a mind of his own Pfft Pfft Pfft
 
GanMiniMe
trevor travis wrote:

GanMiniMe wrote:

Superb, TT. That cheered me up! And JustBrad, that was very clever! I love it when a ficlet slots so nicely into the pre-existing narrative!

I do have an idea for a fic but I am a little worried about it- I am afraid of TT’s reaction if I commit it to print. I don’t want him to set Og on me.


I don't mind - do what you want. I can't speak about Og - he has a mind of his own Pfft Pfft Pfft


Thankyou, TT, that is kind. However, I fear you may all live to regret the results... after last month’s atrocity I fear my ficlets are becoming a Freudian documentation of my mental and psychological breakdown.
 
GanMiniMe
Sorry, everybody. No, really...

“Well, we can at least say we have learned something from this,” said Tarrant loftily. Avon spun round with the speed of a striking snake and began to prowl around the transporter area.
“Might I remind you that when we lost the Liberator, with it went our money, all of our bargaining power, everything except the clothes we were standing up in. Since then we have been unable to afford the luxury of paying the premium price for anything, least of all your ethical principles.”
“But didn’t you think that they were selling those linear stabilisers a little too cheaply? It certainly occurred to me-“
“As you haven’t yet tired of reminding me; and I remind you, Tarrant, that when spare parts are acquired by dubious means and offered for a good price it doesn’t benefit either side to ask too many questions.”
“The result certainly hasn’t benefited us. The teleport is still malfunctioning and Vila and Soolin are lost.” Tarrant jumped up and began an agitated circuit of his own around the consoles. Dayna turned back to ORAC as it spoke.

“Information: I have pinpointed the signals of the missing bracelets.”
“Finally!” She exclaimed. “It took you long enough. Where are they?”
“It is not merely a matter of where they are, but when. They appear to have landed on Earth in around the sixteenth century, pre-Federation calendar.” Both men stopped pacing. Tarrant opened his mouth to ask Avon if he was satisfied now, but Dayna cut across him.
“Can you get the communicators working?”
“Of course I can!” Huffed ORAC. Dayna tried Vila’s first, then immediately regretted it.

“Dayna, there you are!” Cheered an inebriated voice. “Why don’t you come down? You’d love it. They don’t drink water down here, only wine and beer. The water’s bad for you- what have I said all along? And real wine too, strong, not like that fruit juice on Xenon base. Soolin? Yes, she’s fine... what? No, don’t bring us up yet-“
Vila rematerialised alone and giggling.
“Where’s Soolin?” Asked Avon. Vila fumbled for a minute in his jacket and proffered her bracelet. “That’s what I was trying to tell you- she’s not wearing it.”
“Why not?” He snapped.
“Because we ended up playing cards with some fellows down there and I gambled it and lost- but I got it back!” He hastily added as Tarrant advanced on him. “I picked his pocket for it as soon as his back was turned. Look what else I got!” Several rings, coins and a brooch resembling a squashed Brussels sprout clattered out of his other pocket onto the floor. “He reminded me of you, actually-“ his voice tailed off when he saw Avon’s face.
“Soolin’s still down there?” Dayna said pointedly.
“Well you didn’t give me enough time to put the bracelet back on her... all right, all right, put me back down and I’ll get her!”

Dubiously Dayna obeyed. Moments later Vila’s cheery voice chimed in above a background noise of confused and objecting voices.
“Down and shafe... safe... she’s still here, come on lovely lady, put this back on your arm- what’s wrong? No, come on now, gorgeous, we have to go back- oh come on- deady, Rayna!”
There was a shrill whirring and two figures appeared. Vila overbalanced with a tipsy “whoop!” And got to his feet, laughing. Nobody else laughed.
“Where’s Soolin?” This time Tarrant just sounded bewildered. Vila carried on laughing.
“Oh, very funny, Tarrant...”
“Vila, where... is... she?”
“She’s right here, you idiotsic pole!” Vila flung his arm around his fellow teleportee and gave an affectionate waist squeeze. “Mind you, you’ve picked up the smell from down there. Could do with a shower...”
“A shower, sir?” Came the response in a voice uncannily unlike Soolin’s.
“Or a bath. Either will do...” Tarrant said, recoiling slightly as the miasma reached him.
“I’ll come and do your back if you like...” Vila leaned in and gigglingly whispered- pausing in surprise at the unexpected scratchiness of a beard.
“No need, Sir, I had a good wash in the Thames just the other year.” He said almost proudly. “And I scrubbed my own back. Found a nice dead rat to do it with-“
“Baldrick?!” Exclaimed Vila, recoiling. “I thought you were Soolin!”
“She was sitting on your other side, Sir. Sorry, I tried to tell you-“
“So she’s still down there?”
“She was talking to my Lord Blackadder. He didn’t seem to mind.”
“Soolin doubtless isn’t so thrilled about it,” remarked Avon. Baldrick shrugged. “She said one sarcastic know-it-all in black leather is the same as another, Sir,” was all he said.
“Tarrant, get back down there with that-“ words temporarily failed him “- and get Soolin back. And Tarrant...”
“What?” Tarrant was forcefully removing Vila’s bracelet and putting it on himself. Avon looked hard at him.

“Don’t drink the wine!”
 
Spaceship Dispatcher
TT/JB/GMM - these are all excellent, and the Blackadder crossover is very neat Grin
Edited by Spaceship Dispatcher on 15 March 2021 10:42:08
 
Travisina
GanMiniMe wrote:

“Soolin doubtless isn’t so thrilled about it,” remarked Avon. Baldrick shrugged. “She said one sarcastic know-it-all in black leather is the same as another, Sir,” was all he said.

LOL-tastic, I love it!
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
 
littlesue
Travisina wrote:

GanMiniMe wrote:

“Soolin doubtless isn’t so thrilled about it,” remarked Avon. Baldrick shrugged. “She said one sarcastic know-it-all in black leather is the same as another, Sir,” was all he said.

LOL-tastic, I love it!


So true! That is Soolin all over!!!
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/
 
GanMiniMe
Thanks, guys! I’m glad you liked it. It started off as a daft remark I made on the Blackadder watch-along and it wouldn’t leave my mind in peace.

Still looking over my shoulder at the prospect of Og’s wrath though...
 
littlesue
Here is the first prompt. I was thinking of something along the lines of The Final Countdown, but Lurena suggested something else as B7 doesn’t really do Time Travel…and after reading her idea this story sort of wrote itself. Sorry it’s gone over, but the keyboard wouldn’t stop tapping and then, of course, Lurena produced yet another of her lovely pictures…..

A Time of Remembrance Past

It was desolate now; a ruin; destroyed by some outside force.
For Avon, though, what did matter was the fact that some falling masonry had temporarily knocked him out.
He dragged himself up to a sitting position and leant against the wall. His head was still spinning, but for a moment, this room, this suddenly familiar room, was filled with music and laughter.
He tried to clear his head but the music played on.
And then he was standing by the champagne fountain.
He took a proffered glass from the waiter.
These functions were not generally in his line. He preferred his work. And the latest project was causing him headaches.
He wondered if anyone else was feeling the same.
After all, they were all working on the Aquitar Project.
Why was he thinking about that?
Hadn’t Blake worked on that as well?
Had he attended this affair?
He tried to remember, but his head still wouldn’t clear.
“I suppose this isn’t your idea of fun either?” the man next to him asked.
“No. I can think of other important things,” Avon replied.
The man’s face wasn’t clear, but he seemed familiar.
“Still, if the powers that be order an attendance, then who are we to argue?”
“Indeed.”
“I presume you are working on this…project?”
“Possibly.”
But the man’s face still seemed out of focus.
“Ah, gentlemen.” The arrival of yet another man, accompanied by his wife, put paid to any other niceties, “My name is Chesku and this is my wife, Sula.”
“I trust you are enjoying the party?” she asked. “I believe both of you gentlemen have a special interest in this project?”
Sula looked at him.
Avon shuddered. It was Anna, as she was when they first met. Why had this room taken him back to that time?
And still he didn’t know who the faceless man was.
“We do,” Avon said, captivated by her blue eyes, a faint smile dancing in them.
“And you sir?” asked Chesku.
The other man replied, “Amongst other things, yes.”
That voice sounded so familiar.
“My wife seems to have a special interest in you; perhaps you could explain exactly what the project entails?”
“Of course.”
Sula smiled at Avon, “Maybe we will meet again. Avon, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he stammered, as the reply caught in his throat.
And then she was gone, arm in arm with the faceless man. A man whose name he didn’t know.
She seemed so interested in him.
But why?
The man turned round to say his farewell’s as he escorted Sula and Chesku out of the room.
It was Blake.
If only Avon had known then what he knew now, He could have warned Blake about this Sula.
But it was too late.
For both he and Blake.
Sula would become Anna in his arms, Anna, the playful nickname from her childhood: so she said.
The room spun again...
And then Blake was there, in front of him, a concerned look on his face.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” Avon replied shrugging off Blake’s helping hand.
“You know, this place seems familiar, but I can’t place it.”
Avon got his feet, “Leave it Blake. It was a long time ago.”
“But…”
“Forget it Blake. I already have…..”

i.imgur.com/qMLIYVe.jpg
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/
 
Lurena
littlesue wrote:

…and after reading her idea this story sort of wrote itself.

That's what my e-mail-telepathy usually makes you do!
I warned you, I'm an alien Wink
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.*
 
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Lorna
Nice Story, Sue, and lovely drawing, Lurena!
 
GanMiniMe
Wow, Sue and Lurena, what a fascinating idea! It gives their final exchange at the end of Countdown so much more meaning! It would also raise the question of whether Blake would have remembered Anna/ Sula after the memory wipe. Great stuff!
 
littlesue
And for the second prompt….a heart warming story (sorry,went over the limit, again) with another piccie by Lurena.

What kind of Fool…

“I’m a fool,” declared the desolate man standing beside Vila.
“I know the feeling,” replied Vila, “I just don’t understand how I get dragged into all these so called meetings and alliances.”
The man sighed, “You don’t understand. I thought I could beat him.”
“Beat who?”
“Him. Ricardo. They warned me, but I wouldn’t listen. He’s the best; they said, but I had to prove them wrong. I’ve lost everything; including my pride. And all because I wouldn’t listen.”
The sorrowful man downed the last of his drink and gazed wearily into the bottom of the glass. “A complete and utter fool, that’s me…”
“This Ricardo. He’s the best at what?”
“Cards. He must be a card counter or something. I thought I had him…but no. How do you explain to your family that you’ve thrown away their future?”
Vila turned round and surveyed the ill lit room. “Where exactly is this Ricardo?”
“Why, you fancy your chances?”
“I’m not sure. Just point him out to me…”

“Vila, I don’t know what you’re planning,” Cally began, “But we are supposed to be waiting for Blake.”
“He’ll be ages yet. Look. I just need you to…”
“Cheat. You want me to tell you what cards this Ricardo has in his hand.”
“I’ve just watched a couple of games and something isn’t right. I think he has someone like you helping him.”
“Another Auron? We wouldn’t stoop to such a level.”
“Maybe not a telepath then, but just come and look. Please.”

A reluctant Cally found herself in, what she considered to be, the den of iniquity.
She and Vila had watched from afar as Ricardo had drawn some unsuspecting victims in with easy wins and then gone for the jugular and taken every single one for every credit they had.
It was not a pretty sight as yet another man left the table, empty handed and minus his dignity.
“Come on, “shouted Ricardo, “Is there anyone else fool enough to take me on?”

“Yes,” said Vila, stepping into the pool of light that hung above the table, “I will.”
//No Vila// Cally’s voice echoed in his head.
“Deal…”

The money in the middle of the table was piled high.
This was to be the final hand.
Winner takes all.
Vila felt a light touch on his shoulder.
It wasn’t Cally as she was standing directly behind Ricardo, supposedly in awe of his skill.
//You are right, Vila, Mr Ricardo is indeed getting a helping hand. That was one of them.//
Vila didn’t take his eyes off his cards, but listened intently as Cally told him exactly what the man was holding.
Ricardo smiled.
“I call…”
Vila slowly laid out his cards. He had made sure that at least one of those in his hand had been hidden from view.
Ricardo’s face was a picture.
“Mine, I believe,” Vila said, pulling the stash of credits towards him.
“Do you think I’m a fool?” blurted Ricardo.
“No, but you took me as one. What do they say? A fool and his money are soon parted? Not in this case.”
So saying, Vila began to walk away, laden with his not so misgotten gains.
The desolate man at the bar stared in disbelief as Vila handed him most of the winnings.
“Make sure the others get their money back as well, will you?” Vila smiled.
“Yes, sure. Thank you; thank you so much.”
“Vila,” Cally said, “I’m so proud of you.”
“Just don’t tell the others. I’d never live it down.”
i.imgur.com/kKrYPT5.jpg
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/
 
Lorna
I like that story Sue. Vila being clever and kind!!
Also great drawing as usual.
 
GanMiniMe
Hooray! I love it! Vila showing what being an honest thief is all about!
 
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