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crack_van2004-02-18 12:43 pm
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Airlock Sealed by Misha Restar (G)
Fandom: BLAKES7
Pairing: None
Author on LJ: ?
Author Website: ?
Why this must be read:
A decidedly AU version of the first encounter between Vila, Avon and Tarrant--or, then again, the prelude to a very, very long Flight Deck argument. Interesting off-stage glimpses into Blake, Gan, and Travis, and Scorpio's real nature, as well.
This is a taut, depressing story with a very unsparing look at what Our Heroes are really like. The story's a pastiche, but it'd spoil things to tell you of what.
Vila's face darkened. "Right. Well, now that we've broken the ice, do you really think I look like a torturer? How do you recognize torturers when you see them?"
Avon had turned away form him and started pacing the room. Vila was caught by surprise when Avon answered him. "They look frightened."
Avon stood up and held the probe in front of his eyes. "Worthless tools. How appropriate. This probe is just a hollow shell; nothing inside. Just a sharp object for poking things with." He smiled. "Just like the three of us." Avon locked his eyes on Tarrant, but his words were directed at Vila.
Airlock Sealed
Pairing: None
Author on LJ: ?
Author Website: ?
Why this must be read:
A decidedly AU version of the first encounter between Vila, Avon and Tarrant--or, then again, the prelude to a very, very long Flight Deck argument. Interesting off-stage glimpses into Blake, Gan, and Travis, and Scorpio's real nature, as well.
This is a taut, depressing story with a very unsparing look at what Our Heroes are really like. The story's a pastiche, but it'd spoil things to tell you of what.
Vila's face darkened. "Right. Well, now that we've broken the ice, do you really think I look like a torturer? How do you recognize torturers when you see them?"
Avon had turned away form him and started pacing the room. Vila was caught by surprise when Avon answered him. "They look frightened."
Avon stood up and held the probe in front of his eyes. "Worthless tools. How appropriate. This probe is just a hollow shell; nothing inside. Just a sharp object for poking things with." He smiled. "Just like the three of us." Avon locked his eyes on Tarrant, but his words were directed at Vila.
Airlock Sealed
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