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crack_van2005-06-18 09:25 pm
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Kriegspielen by Neil Faulkner (PG)
Fandom: BLAKE'S SEVEN
Pairing: None
Author on LJ: not known
Author Website: not known; story found at www.hermit.org
Why this must be read:
I have a particular fondness for stories which could work as episodes with minimal adaptation, or stories which give us insight into 'missing scenes'. Kriegspielen falls into the latter category. At the end of Series Two, we know that 'Liberator' is alone in holding off an alien invasion, although help is on the way (and Avon's 'Fire!' is still the best ending of any TV series that I have ever seen; twenty years on I remember crying 'No!' at the television in frustration.) In the opening minutes of Series Three we see the toll this has taken on Liberator and her crew. What happened in between?
In Kriegspielen, Neil Faulkner shows us precisely this, as told from Cally's point of view. Tensions build up, and morale flags, as the crew of the Liberator hold their position up to and beyond the point of exhaustion. And the situation is exacerbated when the Liberator takes a group of refugees on board...
The flat narrative style is perfect for showing Cally's exhaustion, and that of the rest of the crew. As usual with Blake's Seven fic, the dialogue is crisp and, at times, sparkling. Neil has a real flair for finding the voice of each of his characters. Go ahead and read it - you won't be disappointed!
It's been like that all the way back from Star One. There's something in Blake that won't let him admit he's broken. Something of it in all of us, even Avon, but only Avon really wants to find out. He's pushing Blake, stretching him to the limit, as if things weren't doing that to all of us anyway. I know I can't go on much longer, the constant knife-edge of waiting, waiting for another contact, another skirmish, another life-or-death duel with the enemy. Jenna's just about had enough of it too. She can't have had any more sleep than I have the past few days, probably less and it's showing. There's that hysterical edge to everything she says and she's more or less given up hiding it. I doubt if I come across any better, but then I'm hardly one to judge, am I?
Kriegspielen
Pairing: None
Author on LJ: not known
Author Website: not known; story found at www.hermit.org
Why this must be read:
I have a particular fondness for stories which could work as episodes with minimal adaptation, or stories which give us insight into 'missing scenes'. Kriegspielen falls into the latter category. At the end of Series Two, we know that 'Liberator' is alone in holding off an alien invasion, although help is on the way (and Avon's 'Fire!' is still the best ending of any TV series that I have ever seen; twenty years on I remember crying 'No!' at the television in frustration.) In the opening minutes of Series Three we see the toll this has taken on Liberator and her crew. What happened in between?
In Kriegspielen, Neil Faulkner shows us precisely this, as told from Cally's point of view. Tensions build up, and morale flags, as the crew of the Liberator hold their position up to and beyond the point of exhaustion. And the situation is exacerbated when the Liberator takes a group of refugees on board...
The flat narrative style is perfect for showing Cally's exhaustion, and that of the rest of the crew. As usual with Blake's Seven fic, the dialogue is crisp and, at times, sparkling. Neil has a real flair for finding the voice of each of his characters. Go ahead and read it - you won't be disappointed!
It's been like that all the way back from Star One. There's something in Blake that won't let him admit he's broken. Something of it in all of us, even Avon, but only Avon really wants to find out. He's pushing Blake, stretching him to the limit, as if things weren't doing that to all of us anyway. I know I can't go on much longer, the constant knife-edge of waiting, waiting for another contact, another skirmish, another life-or-death duel with the enemy. Jenna's just about had enough of it too. She can't have had any more sleep than I have the past few days, probably less and it's showing. There's that hysterical edge to everything she says and she's more or less given up hiding it. I doubt if I come across any better, but then I'm hardly one to judge, am I?
Kriegspielen