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Re: [B7L] Why not Captain Tarrant (was Deliverance)
by Marian de Haan 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

Carol Mc wrote re Avon: >Except he didn't get it right any more often than any of our other rebel leaders. Avon lost Liberator, Cally and Scorpio (to name just a few of the times when he was less than competent).< That's true. I blame the Ultra - neither Avon nor Cally seem to recover completely from having their mind sucked out. In Moloch both are extraordinarlily slow, Cally not starting straight away on changing the teleport wavelength and Avon forgetting to check for surveillance devices. In Death Watch Avon goes about like a zombie and Cally doesn't seem much more awake. Terminal has Avon acting at his most stupid, and after that it's downhill all the way. This leads me to the conclusion that during the extraction or reinstallation of Avon's mind some vital part must have been damaged irreversibly. (There, I knew I could come up with an excuse for Terminal :-) ) Marian

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Re: [B7L] If You weren't the Only Avon in the World (was Deliverance)
by Ellynne G. 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

On Fri, 02 Feb 2001 14:51:44 -0800 Mistral <mistral(a)centurytel.net> writes: > Sally Manton wrote: > > > How about the fun we'd have if we substituted Piri for someone > (Cally?) > > Actually, the character I want to substitute for Cally isn't from B7 > at > all - she's Drusilla, No fair! I was trying to work her into a story! Actually, I was thinking of having Albion overridden by Federation forces and Grant finding himself . . . 'rescued' . . . by two rather unlikely heroes. It was just part of a story I'm still toying with, but here's the opening scene. Waking slowly, Grant was aware of a woman's fingers stroking through his hair, his head cradled in her lap, as she sang in a crooning, discordant voice, "Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming of the joys of night." Slowly, he opened his eyes. Even more slowly, as if it were an image rising from deep in the sea, her face came swimming into focus. He saw olive skin framed in night dark hair. Equally dark, dreaming eyes looked down at him without seeming to notice he was there. He tried to get up, but she gently restrained him, one hand across his chest, the other now softly brushing his face as she sang, "Sweet babe, in thy face, Soft desires I can trace." Somewhere, in the distance, he heard the rumble of thunder. No, not thunder. Memory came flooding back. Albion was under attack. There'd been fighting, bombs. He remembered making his last stand against the Federation troops. Years ago, he'd helped free this world from them. Then, he'd stayed here, adopting it as his home, helping them rebuild, defending it during the chaos of the Galactic War, helping Albion carve out its niche in the new galaxy that had arisen in the war's aftermath. Finally, choosing to stay and fight to the last as the Federation rose from its ashes and began to reclaim its lost worlds. He remembered the troops breaking through, he had thrown a grenade, knowing it would bring the roof down on all of them. Then nothing. "Sleep, sleep, in thy sleep, Little sorrows sit and weep. Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles," Del caught her stroking hand, stopping her. "What . . ." he croaked. He tried again, "What's . . . happened? Where . . . ?" "Dru, how's it going?" a man called. Grant looked and saw a Federation soldier. He jerked, trying to get up. The woman held him down, her grip like steel. "Sh, poppet," she said, "you'll hurt yourself. Rest." "Dru?" the man asked. Stroking Grant's hair, the woman said, "You're frightening the little lamb, Spike." She began to sing again. "Round and round the blackberry bush, the lamb is caught-" "I'm sure it is, Dru," the trooper said, "but how's he?" "Poor little lamb is tired, Spike. You woke him, and he was having such a good sleep, like a little angel." "I'm sure he was." The trooper crouched beside them. "How about it, Grant, feel up to moving?" Grant struggled uselessly against her grip. "You can shoot me, but don't expect me to help you." The trooper groaned. "Oh, get off the testosterone, mate. In case you didn't notice, Dru and I are on your side." "Are we, Spike?" the woman asked, childishly curious. "Poor little bird, I think his side's lost. So many dead people back there. Like when my angel found me. So many dead." She licked her lips. "Such a sad, sad waste." "We're on not on their side," the man said patiently, "just his." "So sad," the woman crooned, "so many gone. So lost, so pretty, so sad. And my tummy's all rumbly. Why are we on his side, Spike? Why not the one that's winning?" "Because they aren't paying us." He pulled off his helmet, revealing a nonregulation haircut bleached white. Too short to be a Space Rat's, Grant thought, but not a trooper, either. "Look, mate, we're here to get you out of this. Now, do you want to come or not? If you say yes, we'll help you out of here. If you say no, we'll hit you over the head and carry you out. So, make up your mind." "Yes," The man nodded curtly and pulled his helmet back on. "OK, Dru, let him up. Let's get moving. I'd like to get him out before sunrise." The woman laughed as if this was funny. She rose in a single, fluid motion, taking Grant up with her. He staggered uncertainly. The man caught him, slinging his arm across his shoulder and helping him along. The woman produced a large cape from somewhere, the kind a Federation official might wear, covering his Albion uniform. There was blood on it. "Who . . . ?" Grant tried to ask. "I'm Spike," his rescuer said, "and that's Drusilla. Just a friendly warning, mate, you can look but don't touch. Dru's feeling a might peckish. She might take your hand off." Grant ignored the joke, sticking to his question. "No, who sent you?" Spike laughed, "I know you won't believe this, mate, but you could say it was a friend of the family." "Family," Grant repeated, not knowing what he meant. "Mine, yours, somebody's. Look, throw in enough money and I'll call President Servalan Daddy.' I - Hey, Dru! Put down the mutoid serum! You know what it does to you!" Ellynne ________________________________________________________________ GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/tagj.

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If You weren't the Only Avon in the World (was Deliverance)
by Sally Manton 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

Had another thought re Mistral's ... <Can we just substitute the Precious one for the Snarly one, all the way through the series? Oh, what a lark!> How about the fun we'd have if we substituted Piri for someone (Cally?) Or maybe Jarvik for Gan? _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com.

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filk at Redemption
by Judith Proctor 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

Sorry, when I said Kathy Hunter would be bringing filk for the dealers room, I should have said Kathy Sands! Comes of typing late at night with sore wrists. I'd ask her what she's bringing, but she's already over here for the filk convntion this weekend, so off-line. Judith -- http://www.hermit.org/Blakes7 - Fanzines for Blake's 7, B7 Filk songs, pictures, news, Conventions past and present, Blake's 7 fan clubs, Gareth Thomas, etc. (also non-Blake's 7 zines at http://www.knightwriter.org ) Redemption '01 23-25 Feb 2001 http://www.smof.com/redemption/

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Dream
by Natasa Tucev 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

I had an interesting B7 dream last night which I thought I'd share with you. In this dream, Blake is sitting on a bench in a park. A wonderful detail is greyish, but completely compact sky, which looks like it's real, but at the same time I know it's just the roof top of a dome with something like artificial firmament. The 'narrator's voice' in my dream tells me Blake is still fighting the Federation and still facing impossible odds. He is approached by a bunch of kids. One of them comes closer and points a toy gun at him. The boy is one of those beautiful, angel or cupid-like kids with blond hair and big eyes, but the gun is exactly the same as the one Avon pointed at him in the final episode. Now I see the whole scene through Blake's eyes. He sees nothing but the face and the gun. He keeps telling himself it's just a child with a toy gun, but his whole body stiffens and he's on the verge of doing something irrational. My dream doesn't tell me if this is PGP Blake who remembers what Avon did to him, or PWB Blake who stiffens simply because he is aware of how children are brought up in a militant, ruthless spirit. (In the second part of my dream, Blake is playing football. Slightly boiling over about the waist, but oh what wonderful legs...) N.

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Re: [B7L] Deliverance
by Natasa Tucev 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

I still have some 372 posts to read before I catch up, but still let me partake. I think about a month ago before this debate began, Mistral pointed out (quite correctly) that Meegat was a guardian of societal values. So why not assume that she was a priestess of a matriarchal religion, in which case Avon's role would be the role of the Sacred King. The Sacred King is worshipped, treated with greatest honour, but at the end of his rule he is sacrificed to the Mother Goddess. Avon doesn't exactly die, but he does get nearly killed by deadly radiation after he has performed his function. So why not represent this as a case of a man brutally misused by a woman? (Just for a change...) N.

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Re: [B7L] Re: If You weren't the Only Avon in the World (was Deliverance)
by Sally Manton 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

After I wrote: <How about the fun we'd have if we substituted Piri for someone (Cally?)> Frances asked: <What fun was that then?> Well, for a start, we'd get the full - errrmmmmm - glory of her simpering and fluttering and whining 'poor-little-me' act, not only with Avon but with Fearless Leader (though now I think about it, it might even *work* with Gan!!! Oh joy ...). Jenna's enjoyment at having the only other woman on the ship a brainless, fingernails-on-blackboard-voiced twit would be wonderful too. Vila would of course want to run bets on [a] whether she was turfed out an airlock by Avon *or* Blake (or - in a rare display of total unity - both) and how long it would take before they did. But one would of course give the little dear some irreplacable skill (please DON'T ask me what) so that they had to put up with her for as long as possible ... (She could, of course, then turn into the almost as annoying gloat-until-the-Cavalry-get-here Cancer, I guess ...) Please note however, that this is only the opinion of one firm devotee of driving Our Heroes to distraction ... _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com.

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Groundhog Day
by Predatrix 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

> Oh, what a great idea. I love time loop stories with a great passion. We > must have one. Nay, a whole zine of them. > > Alison I rather like the idea, but I fear we will end up with nineteen rewrites of _Blake_ (including the obligatory 'gotcha!' one from Bryn where Avon makes an effort and doesn't kill Blake on Gauda Prime sixteen times but Blake gets killed off in the last line anyway) and one attempt at romantic comedy which is equally made up of witty dialogue and sheer filth. Actually, might be worth doing! Cheers, Pred'x (...strangely interested in reading and/or writing this 'zine...)

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Re: [B7L] Torture
by Ellynne G. 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

On Sat, 3 Feb 2001 09:57:14 +1100 Kathryn Andersen <kat(a)foobox.net> writes: Why Avon rather than Blake? And if you say "he > suffers beautifully", that isn't an answer. What makes Avon's > suffering > more appealing than Blake's? Well, for actual _physical_ suffering, I'll choose just about anyone rather than Avon, it seems. Whether I like his coping mechanisms or not, I think they're up to it. Emotional suffering is another story. I like to have Avon's friends suffer terribly and Avon blame himself, no matter how unreasonably. I'm afraid it's a very bad thing to be a friend of Avon in any story I write and, personally, I would run for my life if I were one. In order of who suffers and why. Blake: GP. Bullets Gan: Earth. Ceiling. Jenna: Occassional stomping through unpleasant quarries and bad weather. Too likely to spit in torturer's eye, get loose, and do nasty things to the torturer. Sometimes dies in a tragic (but usually heroic) manner before GP. Vila: Vila tends to be humorous under stress. He can generally only suffer as comedy relief. If I were going to do something nonfunny bad to him, I might let the master thief's hands get permanently broken (but I really doubt I could be that mean to him), taking away one of his few defenses against an unkind universe. Dayna: Nothing in any way resembling animals. She's perfectly free to start feeling guilty about the body count she's left behind her or intends to start adding to. Soolin: Survivor's guilt is always good. And I think, given what she's been through, the tough act is partly that - and must be underlined by the fear of meeting up with those who can crush it as effectively as the creeps who killed her family did. She's got to be afraid of powerlessness in a different way than Avon. Cally: Cally frequently gets stomped on in my stories. THere are lots of reasons, including how guilty Avon feels. Avon: Avon is convinced of his omniscience whenever it fails. If things go wrong when he's in charge, it's his fault. Hurt the people he doesn't admit are his friends, and he suffers beautifully. Ellynne ________________________________________________________________ GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/tagj.

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Re: [B7L] Why not Captain Tarrant (was Deliverance)
by Mac4781＠aol.com 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

In a message dated 02/02/2001 6:32:41 PM Eastern Standard Time, kat(a)foobox.net writes: > A typical INTJ -- reluctant to be a leader, but when everyone else > proves to be incompetent and not getting the job done, moves in just so > that it will actually get done right. Except he didn't get it right any more often than any of our other rebel leaders. Avon lost Liberator, Cally and Scorpio (to name just a few of the times when he was less than competent). Carol Mc

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