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PostPosted: Wed May 11, 2011 9:27 pm    Post subject: Tarrant's Blog Reply with quote

Just a little project I started a while back that I thought I'd share with you all...still a work in progress though...

Blog entry 1 - based around Powerplay...

Now I've finally got a minute to collect myself...though to be honest this cabin is a lot more basic than I was expecting. Functional, but far from luxurious. Perhaps the legends surrounding this ship are just that, legends. Half truths spread by those who would have us believe the Federation is the only authority to be obeyed. Suppose I shouldn't really complain. The fittings on their pursuit craft are even less welcoming. One benefit though, I can at last choose my own attire. Though I must say there are some rather unusual items even in that line. At least the talk of this ship being of alien origin is substantiated.

Just getting here was a trial in itself. I found myself caught up in the battle for our survival, something I now wish I'd been able to escape. However once on board it was easy to realise this ship could prove useful. Imagine then my shock to find Klegg and his men already here. They'll have to go I thought. I got rid of two without any help from those among whom I now find myself. I didn't need them then and I still feel that way now.

Avon, he's no fool. Once I realised who he was I decided to let him help me deal with Klegg and the remainder of his team. I dislike him being the only one who truly understands Zen and that irritating box known as Orac. I never did like computers. Now I don't know quite where I stand. I sense he only tolerates my presence, waiting for the day when I may prove useful to him. We're destined to clash I just know it. Perhaps he thinks that about all of us, I can't say for certain. But now I'm here I need to play my part in the crew.

And what of the others? Dayna. A good fighter, if a little naive here and there. Cally, she seems the most sensible aside from Avon's rationality. Vila, a joker yes, but Avon seems to value his thieving ways. The reason for which eludes me. He's already started to annoy me, I can tell we'll never be friends.
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PostPosted: Wed May 11, 2011 9:30 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Blog entry 2....based around Volcano...

Oh what a disaster. We've been chasing rumours of Blake's whereabouts for weeks. The latest of which involved a reconnaissance mission on a planet called Obsidian. To be frank I think Avon was just testing the loyalty of Dayna and myself. I hope at least we managed to achieve that, if nothing else. It surprises me somewhat that Avon bothers to try and track him down. I'm told he made a promise to return him to Earth, but I wonder is it more than that?

Just an average sort of day. We teleported down in the wrong place and then walked straight into a Federation trap. Of course I wouldn't have bothered with the mission at all, but naive Dayna thought that this friend of her father's could be trusted. He could, but not his son. We played straight into Servalan's hands and she very nearly captured the Liberator. Clearly she wants it for herself, now that the Federation fleet is in disarray. Avon ought to watch her, we all should, she's no fool either.

We hoped to find some allies on Obsidian, but instead we found polite disinterest. As for the friend, he hit the button and blew his people sky high. He said they were dying anyway, but we never did find out exactly why. I suppose it's better than being slaves of the Federation, although I can't help but agree with Vila's conclusion.

Seems Avon managed to get injured and is out of action for a few days. Extra shifts, that's all this useless folly seems to have got us. I wasn't sure at first, but ironically after this I sense Dayna and I will be friends. Cally was taken hostage and has been tending to Avon most of the time since. For his part Vila has been helping make the repairs along with the rest of us. What next I wonder? I'm starting to regret getting involved with this lot, but something tells me we're stronger together than alone.
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PostPosted: Wed May 11, 2011 9:33 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Blog entry 3 - Dawn of the Gods

Orac. Confounded thing! Even Avon didn't see this one coming. The trouble started when the ship started to veer off course. Odd, considering Zen is normally so efficient. It didn't take us long to work out that some external force was at work and as it turned out partly by Orac's doing. Apparently he got curious. I didn't think computers were supposed to express irrationality, but that's Avon's area of expertise, not mine.

And so we fell for it, literally. Turned out to be an artificially created Black Hole. An impressive feat of technology, even by my reckoning. It was at this point that Avon showed a side of his nature that I don't like. Somehow in the midst of chaos he found a survival suit and I felt compelled to insist we should fight this together, as a team. However Avon can be as stubborn as a mule when he wants to be. The sign of things to come I suspect.

Whilst attempting escape all our shots were reflected back and some robotic monstrosity destroyed the detector unit. By a slightly less than democratic vote Vila ventured outside for a closer look. It proved fatal and for a moment the flight deck was silent. I felt partly responsible and took on the duty of recovering his body with the intention of giving him a respectable send off. Relief nearly overcame me when I discovered he was alive and well. Evidently an atmosphere had been created outside the ship. Lucky Vila.

Now we met our captor, although to be honest he didn't look that menacing. That was until he waved a cane with a nasty streak under our noses. I've never felt so completely helpless in my life. From then on things just got worse. We were locked up and then Cally was taken away, but not before she'd told us the legend of the Thaarn. It would've been enjoyable had it been under better circumstances and not for Avon nitpicking the details.

Avon and I were taken against our better judgement to work on mathematical calculations. A bizarre request since this Thaarn, whoever he was, was obviously a more intelligent being. We found an unlikely ally in Groff, who helped us to escape and ultimately destroy this place beyond space and time as Cally described it. It seems while we were occupied she was having an adventure herself. In fact it was she who provided the critical link which enabled our final departure.

I'll not forget Avon's words for a while. 'We'll have to leave without her' he said. And I'm certain he would have too. Thankfully Cally made it back just in time. Now I'm torn over wondering if he would've delivered the message that we promised to Groff had I not set the course myself. Certainly it seems clear that his attachment to the crew hangs by a thread more often than I'd like.
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PostPosted: Wed May 11, 2011 9:37 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Will let you digest that little batch before I post more
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PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2011 12:57 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

clareblues1 wrote:
Will let you digest that little batch before I post more


Tarrant twitter!! Blooming hell; I started to 'hear' his voice at one point!!

You seem to have Tarrant down to a T "clareblue1

NB: Ive had the pleasure of meeting him twice, very nice, down to earth fella I'd say Yes Smiley
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PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2011 4:41 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thank you, I really enjoyed writing them

Here's a few more...

I've met Steven a few times too...the man is thoroughly charming
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Blog entry 4 - Harvest of Kairos


I've always been a pirate at heart. Even when I was still with the Federation I made a tidy profit at my colleagues expense. Now the nearest it gets is beating Vila in our games to while away the long hours. Although to be fair I think Avon enjoys the accolade more than I do. The games are no substitute for the real thing in any case. I've always wanted to bust the Federation's most tightly guarded profit making operation, the Harvest of Kairos. Now for the first time I have a chance.

In principle Avon agreed, but insisted on retrieving something he considered of vital importance on an uninhabited planet beforehand. Even more strange that he chose Vila to accompany him. Perhaps it was just that he didn't want to go through the motions of persuading me. He knows I wouldn't have considered it a valid reason and I still don't. Vila he can influence more easily.

While they pursued Avon's quest, I sold the idea to the rest of the crew. Somewhat hesitantly they agreed. Not surprisingly we were found by a Federation patrol and forced to stand our ground. In the nick of time Avon returned, with a rock. I felt insensed that he'd put the ship at risk for that! He even insisted that Zen scan it before we could consider ourselves safe. Sometimes I wonder where his priorities lay. Certainly on this occasion he seemed content to hand over all command of the Liberator to me. But why? Whatever the reason, I made the most of it.

At last I had the chance to put my ex-Federation training to good use in battling our way to reach the Kairopan cargo vessel. However it was also clear that the Liberator needs a full crew on hand in such moments. For some bizarre reason Avon recruited Cally to assist with his experiments on the rock. Infuriated I had to almost forceably put a stop to it to save our hides. Cally has a better understanding of the ship's systems than Vila and certainly Dayna. We needed her!! I could've wrung Avon's neck I was so riled. But that wouldn't have achieved anything either.

Safely through we boarded the Kairopan shuttle, only to be ambushed. I'm a pilot, not a military strategist, but all the same I should've seen that one coming. Avon was quite right to berate me. The net result was that Servalan finally achieved her goal of controlling the Liberator. Again I felt insensed by Avon's apparent easy capitulation to her. As it worked out I was glad he decided to go off on his own when we were dumped on Kairos. I doubt very much that I'd have been able to contain my temper much longer.

For the first time I got to know Cally beyond the necessary conversation on the Liberator. She's more balanced than Dayna, who is not unlike me in certain ways. Pragmatic like Avon, I like that, caring too. Another welcome trait. We found a number of dead slave workers, clearly the result of some lethal element peculiar to this place. Turned out to be a creature that actually eats the Kairopan crystals.

A surprise to find a man I'd not seen in years down there. My old Commander, Jarvik. Seems Servalan recruited him to assist with the taking of the Liberator. Now he was challenging me to a duel, of all things! I did ok at first, but I'm no fighter either and Jarvik got the upper hand. Again I looked a fool in front of my fellow crew members, twice in one day. A bad day. Even Dayna was overpowered, though quite honestly I think she over estimates her abilities at times.

Thankfully I saved what remained of my shattered pride in getting us back aboard the Liberator safely. I wonder how Avon would've handled this if had Jarvik killed me. The Sopron, clever stuff though it turned out to be, is a far cry from a skilled pilot. As for Jarvik, we found him dead. Dayna mentioned there'd been a struggle. A pity in a way he got tangled up with Servalan. He'd have made a far better ally than an enemy.
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Blog entry 5 - City at the Edge of the World


Neutron blasters. A good invention, but they have an achilles heel, they require a crystalline component in order to operate at 100% efficiently. After all the battles we've got into lately, no wonder they're showing signs of wear. A few days ago they shattered completely and we were left defenceless. Naturally finding replacements became our top priority. At least Orac does occasionally have it's uses. He directed us to a little known planet, where we would be unlikely to run into the Federation. Just as well under the circumstances.

Down I went and encountered some primitive people. Simple and unaggressive in their manner, I felt no reason to be concerned. They were prepared to offer the necessary crystals we required in return for technical assistance, the kind Vila specialised in, opening locked doors. It seemed bizarre, but a fair deal, so I agreed. Then the real challenge, to persuade Vila to go down there. As Avon put it 'he's useful, but irritating'. In my frustration I got rather carried away, but eventually he relented. We needed those crystals.

On surface he signalled and Cally teleported down to fetch the crystals, nearly getting a bomb blowing up in her face as a result. I felt certain that the natives could not have been responsible for such an act and as it turned out, they weren't. I wondered for a time if Avon believed I'd sent Vila and Cally into a deliberate trap, but that made no sense, so I put the thought right out of mind. However he did make it quite clear that I could be replaced, which I didn't disagree with. To be honest I'm getting tired of these 'spats' between us and nothing would give me greater pleasure than to leave this motley crew.

No, that's not entirely true. I do feel a sense of loyalty, at least towards Cally and Dayna and to a lesser degree Vila. Avon, well, perhaps the least said. However I must say that on this occasion Dayna let me face the music alone. Suppose I shouldn't be surprised by that. Still, a lesson learned none the less. Down we all went to find out what had become of Vila. Seems he'd fallen into the hands of an old adversary of mine, Bayban. Not the nicest of people. He didn't remember me, but I'd never forgotten him. As for Vila, there was no sign.

After a struggle with Bayban and his cronies we eventually had the place secured. Vila made quite an entrance thanks to the advanced technology of Kezarn's ancestors. Seems he and Kerril had an adventure all their own too, or so he boasted afterwards. Lucky Vila again. As for the rest of us we teleported back, leaving him to decide his future, no easy task. He returned and brought the crystals with him. The day ended well, despite it all.
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Blog entry 6 - Children of Auron


Oh what a day! Servalan strikes again. Cally and Avon had a tiff. First time I've seen them fall out. She seemed genuinely upset too. Even Vila seemed surprised by it. Avon's too focussed on taking his revenge on someone called Shrinker. Apparently he's a Federation thug who murdered his ladyfriend. Avon! A ladyfriend? Well I'll be...!! Actually it explains a lot. Not least my having to virtually read the riot act to persuade him to help Cally's people. Sometimes he can he so pig headed. Shrinker be damned, he can wait.

We discovered the Auron's were losing a battle against some pathenogenic disease. Turns out Servalan introduced it, the devious.... All she wanted was to use their replication facilities!! Saints preserve us! Quite why she felt the need to murder the whole population I'll never know. Perhaps she thought they wouldn't help her unless pushed into a desperate situation? Who knows, but blackmail isn't a strong enough word that's for sure.

Of course the inevitable happened. We got both captured by her and infected with the disease. Cally wisely used her abilities to set in motion the means of our escape. Perhaps at times I underestimate her. Nearly getting our hides well and truly kicked, we took refuge in the replication plant. Despite being restricted to the decontamination chamber we met Cally's twin sister, Zelda. A strange moment in itself, seeing an exact duplicate of her. Even Avon seemed bemused.

Eventually we persuaded Zelda and her fellow technician that Servalan was eventually going to destroy the place with us all still inside. We were let in and assisted in carrying the Auron gene stocks. Their only chance was a fresh start in a new home. I knew straight away that I wanted to help them. Cally has saved both mine and the others lives on more than one occasion. I didn't mind repaying the debt.

By this time we were all feeling the effects of the disease. I thought my head was going to burst and nearly dropped the heavy carrying case as we teleported back aboard Liberator. Zelda, for some inexplicable reason felt a sense of loyalty to the new life still in the incubators and remained behind to attend to them. Cally desperately pleaded with her, but to no avail. Servalan destroyed the place and she was killed. I'll never forget that pale and pained expression on Cally's face as she did so. Afterwards she explained that when Auron's die the mental link is severed. I can't fully understand of course, but the description sounded traumatic enough for me to buy into the theory.

For once I'm grateful to Orac. We were prescribed the necessary medication to rid us of that disgusting disease. I say digusting...on two counts. One because it was deliberately introduced and the other...well...lets just say there were some rather nasty effects to the skin in places I'd prefer not to mention. Cally slept for hours and stirred only because we were dropping off her fellow Auron's. She took her time down there, no doubt explaining that she couldn't stay with them. There was no reason why in my opinion. Perhaps she thought we wouldn't understand, not so, at least in my case. As far as I was concerned all debts had been paid. Before we arrived the rest of us had joked about whether or not Cally would go. Bizarre how Avon can be so ironic at times.
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PostPosted: Wed May 18, 2011 9:23 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

A few more...

Blog Entry 7 - Rumours of Death

With Auron laying in ruins, we set course for Earth to sort out this matter of revenge for Avon. Revenge...not the nicest of virtues. In fact it quite chilled me to think what he'd got planned. Avon's version of justice isn't exactly what most of us would consider palatable. Not that it bothers him what people think. He went alone and told the rest of us to maintain a constant readiness to teleport down. What was that all about I wondered? Seemed little point in querying it, so wisely I kept out of his way and after he'd gone, co-ordinated a rota with the others.

During this time I got pretty bored, to be honest we all did. I even caught Vila trying to peek on Dayna, the scurrilous idiot. She'd be furious if she found out. In the interests of peace I'll keep that to myself, but I made it clear to Vila that if he does it again I will tell her. Sometimes I wonder quite why he stays with us. He's had more than one opportunity to leave and hasn't. Maybe he thinks he's safe if he sticks with Avon. Like any of us can be 'safe' with him around.

The signal came through and Dayna and I hurried down. We found Avon...what a sight greeted us. Filthy and clearly having been subjected to torture, I won't forget that image for a while. It brought back memories of my old Federation days, though of course I never really saw this aspect of the organisation. We brought Shrinker aboard and Avon went to get cleaned up. Meanwhile the rest of us took pleasure in making this thug of a man cower for his life. He deserved every word of anger thrown at him. It was Cally who spoke out in protest and I'm glad she jolted us to our senses. If we can't restrain ourselves then it makes us no better than the Federation. Something I've since come to realise.

Avon looked tired, no, exhausted actually, when he returned. Before his visit to Earth he'd instructed Vila to set up some equipment for him. Quite what that was for I don't know. He swore Vila to secrecy too. He took Shrinker down to the same location and returned a while later, presumably the fatal deed now done. It felt cold somehow, no less so than the murders that thug had himself perpetrated, but something inside keeps telling me it was still wrong. The voice won't go away.

Bartolomew and a Councillor Chesku. What significance these people have I don't know, but Avon is giving it top priority. Apparently during the pleas for his life, Shrinker volunteered the information Avon wanted. Now we're off on a new quest, one which will take us directly to Servalan. This is madness I thought, it'll be like walking into the Lion's Den!! If we get caught, that'll be it, no mercy of any kind.

When we arrived I was surprised by how few sentries there appeared to be. Seems we'd walked straight into the midst of a rebellion. A dying communications officer guided us to where Servalan had been incarcerated. Beaten and chained to a wall, I'd never seen her looking so defeated. Strange how one imagines a person's ultimate fate and in her case nothing conceivably unpleasant would ever be good enough.

Equally bizarre how easily she was apparently overthrown too. Clearly the Federation's iron grip is slipping, if only because of the Galactic War. Avon's steely resolve made it quite clear I wasn't wanted. The immovable object. On hearing footsteps approaching we hastily readied ourselves. Being caught out in the confines of this cella wasn't something I relished. A woman stepped into view and would've attacked had it not been for my quick action.

Anna Grant. So this was Avon's former lover. Alive and apparently well, despite what he had been lead to believe. Anna wasn't quite what I expected her to be, demure and slightly built, however evidently capable. Knowing Avon as I do she didn't seem to qualify as the type of person I had imagined he would take interest in. But what do I know, obviously. I stepped back to give them space and during their exchange Cally joined me. She'd been keeping well out of his way all during this charade, not that I blame her.

Servalan provided Avon with the clue that revealed Anna's true identity. The security agent who had been 'running him', code named Bartolomew. Avon shot her dead. He had no choice, she'd have killed him that's for certain. Instinctively I raised my own gun, but there was no need. It was over in seconds. For a moment Avon looked genuinely distressed and removed his teleport bracelet. Was he going to stay behind and allow Servalan to kill him?

Seeing the obvious lack of sense in this I agreed with Cally in thinking it was about time we got the hell out of there. Dayna had instructed Vila to stand by, but unfortunately he misinterpreted and brought us back up instead. Quite rightly Cally was furious, especially when he forgot to set the inbound co-ordinates. While she hurried to reset the locater, Avon's voice came over the com system. He returned safely and explained that Servalan had threatened to send us a corpse. For some reason she didn't kill him though. I was left wondering over her motives for that. Perhaps, deep down, she has a gruding respect for Avon.
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Blog Entry 8 - Sarcophagus

From the sublime to the ridiculous. None of us said anything, but it hadn't escaped our attention that Cally had locked herself away. I thought of going and speaking to her, but decided against it, I knew it wouldn't be welcomed. Avon evidently had been giving it some thought too and took it upon himself to brave the challenge.

Avon had wanted to pursue an asteriod in the hope finding some mineral treasure. Useful he said. I couldn't help but think, oh great, more rocks. I calculated the necessary adjustments to our course and speed accordingly. Just as we were about to sett off, Zen detected an alien ship drifting in space at a distance of two hundred spacials. That's close and quite how it had escaped detection until that point I don't know. There was something eerie about it's arrival that I didn't like.

It was about that moment when Cally had a strange reaction. Thinking back on it she must've been receptive to some alien emanation from the ship, but just didn't realise it at the time. Seemingly it affected the rest of us as well. I definitely felt an increased tension towards Avon, which I hadn't previously. Not a conscious act of will, but evidently coercion none the less.

Outvoted Avon gave the go ahead to investigate the ship. Dayna and I were left aboard to act as back up, or so he called it. At the time I took it personally, but now I see it actually made sense. Something happened while they were there, Cally started seeing things. Clearly the alien entity had already made contact with her subconscious mind. Zen detected an energy build up and we tried to teleport them out, but only Cally returned. She insisted on being sent back across and by some means, that I still don't understand, was able to bring the others. Afterwards she theorised that the bracelets may have malfunctioned. One perhaps, but not two, it must've been the energy field affecting them somehow.

By now the alien entity was set on controlling the Liberator. It used Cally to activate an artefact that Avon had brought back. This subsequently enabled the alien to take over her mind fully. Strange things started to occur and we were all affected, particularly for me in terms of heightened agression. I'm normally much more restrained. In the Old Calendar days they'd have called it demonic possession, but whatever you call it, it had control of both us and the ship.

I was left in no doubt that it would've destroyed Cally eventually and ultimately us too. According to the entity we were destined for slavery, but we'd never capitulate to that. The struggle was reduced to a battle of wills between the alien and Avon. He knew that Cally's mind was an inescapable part of it. He used this to full advantage and drove it from her, but not before it wrecked several vital systems on the flight deck.

This experience ranks as the most bizarre I've had so far with this present company of crew. But I have at least learned to be more cautious when dealing with anything unusual. Perhaps all along that is what Avon was trying to make us see. A valuable lesson learned at least.
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Blog Entry 9 - Ultraworld

I knew I should've stayed in bed today. Ever get the feeling it's going to be one of those days? Well today was it. One conselation at least, relations between myself and Avon have settled down to their normal level again. And the day? Zen picked up a regular, but indentifiable signal, Vila engaged Orac with silly jokes and we discovered an artificial planet. Yet another average sort of occurrence in our adventures.

I apologise for the sarcastic tone, but I am growing rather tired of the constant humdrum now prevalent in my life. In fact before I recount events any further perhaps I should deal with that, offload this burden that has been gnawing at me. I can't say whether I'd be better off by myself as before, or not. Certainly I've made friends among this crew, but is that enough for me? What do I really want from life? Oh I don't know. Maybe it's the lack of excitement, real excitement I mean, not just fending off some alien hell bent on destroying us.

Real excitement is the heat of battle and the skill of evading destruction. I want to use my Federation training in the best way I can. Preferrably with them on the receiving end of my neutron blaster. I'm a pilot by trade and right now I just feel like a passenger cruiser captain, endlessly trudging along a well trodden path. A battle commander relishes the tactics of war and the challenge of survival. These people, Vila especially, would prefer a quieter life, I'm certain of that. With perhaps the exception of Dayna. I find I can identify with her more often than the others. As for Avon, he and I still don't agree over many issues, but I think at last a measure of understanding is being reached between us. *sigh* Like it or not, there isn't much I can do about it.

This time it was Avon who got curious about the new discovery. For a time our roles were reversed, he was the headstrong, charge in type and I the cautious one. Agreeing to investigate from a discrete distance we took a much needed rest period, only to be awoken by Avon. Seems Cally had gone missing. Apparently she teleported to the alien planet, but why? Whatever the reason she clearly needed assistance. There was no hesitation from me on that score. Now Avon seemed to have rediscovered his caution. Thankfully this time Dayna backed me up. We teleported into a labyrinthine complex with no idea where to start looking for Cally.

I won't bore you with excessive detail of what happened after this. Suffice it to say that once again we were facing a hostile alien force. One who knew more about us than we did them. I don't like the odds being so uneven. They'd taken Cally and transferred her consciousness and planned to do the same to us. Apparently the aliens exist solely to increase the power of something they referred to as 'The Core'. In short a living computer. Under better circumstances I'm sure Avon would've liked to remain here to study such a system, but not when they had us within an inch of our lives.

Ultimately Dayna and I caused enough damage to start an irreversible chain reaction. At least it seemed that way at the time. What we didn't learn until after our escape was that Orac and even Vila had played a significant role in the downfall of 'The Core'. I think at last I am coming to realise that Orac is an invaluable member of the team. Even if it can't do some things restricted solely to the province of flesh and blood.

Speaking of which, there is one final issue...one that is to say the least rather awkward to address. During our capture by the Ultra, Dayna and I were given an ultimatum, co-operate or be absorbed. Their request? Demonstrate human intimacy. I dug my heels in at first, there is a point beyond which I consider is going too far and the Ultra had crossed it. Dayna on the other hand seemed surprisingly keen, albeit to use the moment as a distraction for her plan of escape. It worked, but now there is a silent memory between us. We continue as normal and divulged part of what happened, but not all. Even between the best of friends, some secrets will remain just that, secret.
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PostPosted: Thu May 26, 2011 9:12 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Blog entry 10 - Moloch

Servalan, does she never give up? Apparently not. We'd been following her for what seemed an eternity. Vila started to get on my nerves yet again and this time I wasn't the only one. The ship disappeared into, well, nothing, a black empty space. Turned out to be the planet Sardos with an extremely advanced means of hiding their existence, not that I really blame them. The Federation aren't exactly the nicest of neighbours.

We followed her and found ourselves almost crashing right into Sardos. Something in the planet's atmosphere disrupted Zen's control systems and I only just managed to get us out of there on manual. Seems my pilot's skills do occasionaly come in useful after all. Just one problem, how to get down there and investigate why Servalan bothered to travel all this way. Certainly the planetary cloaking screen is interesting enough. A chance presented itself when a T-16 transporter bound for Sardos approached.

Cally teleported Vila and myself aboard and we were on our way. Until Vila got mixed up with a group of drunken convicts. My frustration with him reached boiling point while we were on Sardos. I knew I'd pushed him too far, but I still needed his help. Afterwards I didn't care what he did, if he chose to stay with his 'pal' Doran, I'd have let him. Servalan however is too important to ignore.

I tried to raise the Liberator, but unsuccessfully. This time there was no being whisked away in the nick of time and I was shot with some kind of stun gun. When I came around I had been disarmed and secured inside a compound with a dozen or more others. A Federation uniform was thrust in my face and the guard suggested very strongly that I was to put it on. What now I wondered? Vila was nowhere to be seen and the company in here left a lot to be desired. The guard walked away and joined a couple of others in harrying a blonde woman slumped in the far corner of the compound. Had I been armed I'd have intervened, but by the looks of things I was too late anyway. She died a short while afterwards.

Servalan, like a bad penny she always turns up. Somehow I avoided being seen as she killed almost everyone else in the compound and accompanied her pilots back to the ship. I heard it leave, one more lost chance to kill her I thought. I'm not quite sure if he intended to find me or not, but Vila reappeared and we set about destroying the central computer and more importantly the information it contained.

At some point in proceedings Avon and Dayna made their way down here. Presumably he figured since they'd lost contact with us that we'd been taken prisoner. Therefore the need for secrecy had evaporated. Just quite what he hoped to achieve in our place I couldn't imagine. Again I faced Doran, the sort of man I wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley, especially if I was a woman. With help from one of the natives we found what we'd been looking for. Inside I could hear Avon and Dayna, but... Avon was clearly being subjected to painful torture. Vila certainly took a while to open the door.

A tense exchange followed and culminated in the deaths of Grose and his men, Doran and the woman who'd helped us. Had it ended at that I'd have been content to set some explosives and get the hell out of there. What happened next almost defied belief. Moloch. Exactly what it was remains a mystery to me, but over confidence in its own abilities proved its undoing.
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Blog Entry 11 - Death Watch *incidentally this one is my favourite*


Empty. Alone. Spent. That's how I feel right now. Resting in my cabin I think I can understand why Cally shut herself away after Auron's destruction. I cannot help but wonder if everything I've done up until now has been worth it? Was it all a waste of time? I know I'll never find the answer.

My brother Deeta, we were close as youngsters and my mind is filled with images, memories, feelings. We played together, got into trouble together, did everything you'd expect young boys to do, together. Our parents allowed us to grow up as normally as practicably possible given the restrictions imposed by the Federation. Oh how I wish I was back there now and not having to cope with this pain, this loss.

So what happened? We grew up, that's what happened. Deeta chose to leave Earth, while I joined the Federation military service. The rest is history. Seems Deeta got himself involved with the Teal-Vandor Convention and wound up being the Teal champion. I'd not seen him for years and we'd completely lost touch. Of course one never forgets, though I will admit he had slipped from my mind since I joined the Liberator.

That was until Vila learned that Teal and Vandor were once again in conflict and we chose to take a respite there. Safe from the Federation, it seemed the ideal place. During a vis-cast I recognised Deeta. He'd changed considerably since I last saw him, but that was almost ten years ago. Older, but not necessarily wiser. Deeta was to face Vinni, the champion of Vandor and the fight would be to the death.

We also learned from the vis-cast that Servalan was to be neutral arbiter. A strange choice to say the least. Needless to say Avon suspected that with her involved foul play would no doubt follow. Ultimately his fears were proven correct. I wanted to see Deeta before...well, you know. At best he only had a 50/50 chance. When I met with Max, the Teal representative, he told me that Deeta had asked not to see me. I couldn't understand why. Perhaps the thought of seeing me before the fight would create unnecessary emotion in an already charged moment. I suppose I can see the sense in that.

Max told me about the sensor net, in short a means of evesdropping on Deeta and Vinni's thoughts and actions. I wasn't certain about doing that, but I took a handful of receivers anyway. The fight was due to begin shortly and Dayna monitored Vinni while Vila and I observed Deeta. Standing outside the doorway I could feel my brother's growing exhilaration, tempered by anxiety. A duel, no less challenging than any other he's faced before. Except perhaps this time it was more blind than usual.

With the battle commenced I could feel every judgement and move that my brother made. Instinct over cold rationality. Here was the true test of any warrior, to fight with more than the sum of one's self. Reliance on the weapon alone would not win the war. Deeta cornered his opponent and a chance presented iteself. Instead he chose honour over blatent murder. You see, we are different from the likes of Servalan.

It proved a fatal mistake. The sound of that shot, defeaning, and pain, excrutiating pain. I/he fell hard and for a moment it was almost as though Deeta and I were alone in that place. Reunited at last. He spoke to me, relinquished his tenacity to take his leave. I actually felt him die and part of me went with him. Now I truly will walk alone for the rest of my days.

No doubt on Vandor the cheering was equally as fervent as the disappointment on Teal. Two thirds of their fleet and three planets Max said they'd have to give up. And who paid the highest price? I know he understood what he was doing and accepted the risks involved. As for Vinni, Dayna expressed the difference between him and Deeta, a lack of instinct. Orac suggested that the Vandor combatant was in fact an android, programmed as a gunfighter.

So this was Servalan's plan. Once the treachery was revealed a genuine conflict would erupt between Teal and Vandor. The Federation could then clean up under the guise of a so-called peace keeping operation. Very clever, but not if I had anything to do with it. I couldn't allow Deeta's death to be for nothing. Seems Avon had no desire to see Servalan increase her empire either. I was grateful for his support none the less.

Max wasn't too keen to let me fight Vinni. I understood why, but it had to be done. Dayna gave me her latest new weapon and into the fray I went. Cally, I will be eternally grateful for her telepathic abilities. I'd have stood no more of a chance than Deeta did without it. With Vinni out of the way Avon and I guided Max on how best to avoid this potential conflict. A fitting epitaph for Deeta, my one and only lost brother.
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Blog Entry 12 - Terminal

Avon, seems I still don't fully understand him...perhaps I never will. Owing to circumstances I've had to wait to continue with this log of events. We've paid a heavy price, one that I don't consider was worth it in the end. My only consolation is that Avon feels the same way. He got us into this situation after all.

He'd been on watch for hours and banished the rest of us from the flight deck. But why? Naturally I queried it, but was given a less than satisfactory answer. Apparently he'd been communicating with someone outside of the ship and without our knowledge. Very underhand and I felt entirely justified to lose my temper with him. Even he didn't know the final destination. I've come close to a showdown before, but never quite this close. To top it all he had the nerve to threaten me, I mean really threaten me, not just a verbal exchange.

However my fears were justified when he drove us straight through a cloud of unknown particles. Whatever his goal it must be important if he's willing to take that kind of risk. To say I was happy about it would be a blatant lie, I was furious! He deliberately put the ship in danger, again something he wouldn't normally do. Next we came across Terminal, an artificial planet, which by all official accounts no longer existed. And yet here it was and also the source of the signals that Avon had been receiving.

Insisting on teleporting down alone, Avon made it quite clear that we were not to follow him. I suspect he knew that we would though. Cally and I did go down after allowing him time to get clear of the teleport co-ordinates. He was nowhere in sight, however we did pick up the trail of two strangers. Perhaps they too were trailing Avon, so we decided to follow and find out. Eventually they came upon a hatchway covering a deep shaft, but before they could enter the strangers were attacked and killed by some bizarre wild creatures.

I suppose it was foolish to think we would be safe, following this assault. Cally was hit first and then me. Eventually however we were able to get away with minimum cost to ourselves. Inside we found what appeared to be a laboratory with some sophisticated equipment, though quite what it was being used for we didn't know at that time.

Servalan. So all along this elaborate set up was her doing and again the Liberator was her target. Avon had been captured and his mind manipulated, hence all that equipment. Seems Avon really believed he'd been receiving signals from Blake, but all the time it'd been an artificially created voice pattern. Now it was his turn to be furious and he nearly lost it completely, but there was no sense in getting ourselves killed. I told him to back off since there was little to stop her putting an end to us all right there and then.

Immediately prior to our capture, Dayna had been able to make contact and informed us that the ship was in trouble. Something was causing massive structural damage and computer failure. It seemed that Terminal was to become our permanent new home from hence forth. During the confrontation with Servalan Cally and I did not reveal this information. There was every chance that even though we would be marooned, we could finally rid ourselves of our greatest nemesis. We watched as the ship exploded, leaving us with nothing but the clothes we stood in and a modest supply of provisions. It seemed as though the journey, for us, was over.
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