Blake's 7 and Counting (B7 gen ficlet)

[feng_shui_house]

The gunfire went on far longer than Vila thought even Avon, stubborn, pigheaded bastard that he was, could manage while standing in the center of a circle of troopers. Eventually it stopped, so Vila cautiously opened his eyes enough to peer out through the lashes.

"I'm in hell again, and it's still full of Avons." He sat up and looked around.

An Avon in a green jumpsuit noticed him and came over to Vila. "You're not wounded?"

"I'm not totally gormless, am I? I ducked!"

An Avon in a black jumpsuit went past carrying Tarrant's feet, while an Avon in a gray jumpsuit had his shoulders. Green Avon said, "Well, then, get up. We're getting out of here." He slung a long-barreled weapon over his shoulder.

"I'm staying right here." Vila cringed back from the green Avon.

"Don't be an idiot. The base is compromised; there'll be more troopers any moment."

Vila put his hands over his head and huddled tightly. "I've gone through a lot with you, Avon. I'm not going to hell with you, too!"

"Vila." This voice was feminine and familiar. "You're not dead. Come along, I'll explain on the way."

Vila uncurled and stared at Cally. Cally was wearing gray, or blue, or... there were several Cally around, too. He hadn't noticed them because there were so many more Avon. "All right, so it isn't hell, it's heaven... but..." Then Vila saw Vila peering around the entrance. Vila gulped and stopped resisting as green Avon and gray Cally grabbed his arms, hauled him to his feet and dragged him out to a waiting star freighter.

They sat Vila down and strapped him in what appeared to be a cargo bay retrofitted as launch chairs. Many of them. Filled mostly with Avons.

"I promised I would explain," Cally said briskly as the freighter took off, rather showily, Vila felt after he got his stomach back in place again. "We are of Kaarn."

"Oh. Oh! You mean..."

"Yes, Vila. Cally gave Franton cell samples and mind engrams of each of you. The most pressing need was for technicians to get everything up and running, so in addition to some Callys, a few Vilas and Daynas, and a handful of Tarrants, quite a few Avons were force-grown to adulthood."

Green Avon flashed Vila an unnerving grin. "But we didn't care to be used, so once we had made Kaarn self-sufficient, we decided to create our own society."

Cally gave Avon a look. "You mean, all you Avons decided you wanted Blake back."

Avon silently acknowledged her point with a shrug.

"But he's dead."

"Perhaps not. Callys are working on him and Avon and the rest of your crew. Even if they die, it's not a total loss, we can clone Blake," green Avon said. "And it will be good to have original cellular tissue. Cloning from a clone..." He shook his head. "Too much is lost."

"Well, thanks for saving my life, but you can let me off on the nearest planet. I've had enough of this rebellion lark."

Gray Cally and green Avon exchanged a meaningful glance. "I'm afraid we can't do that, Vila. As I said, we need original cellular tissue. From all of you. It won't be easy taking over the Federation."

"Not even with my assistance." Vila knew that voice, too. He looked up into Servalan and Servalan's eyes.

Avon, Cally, and the two Servalans all smiled at him. Vila shrank from the insanity of their identically fixed expressions. "You're all mad," he whimpered.

Avon's grin grew. "Oh, yes. One of me discovered the technical fault in the replication units too late for Franton to stop us. We tricked Servalan into coming to us for cloning. And now, with Blake, we will be unstoppable." He reached out and patted Vila's cheek. "Don't worry. You are safe with us. You and the others will be kept safe the rest of your lives. Our Vilas have prepared utterly inescapable quarters for you."

Servalan and Cally joined Avon and all the Avons sitting around Vila, in laughing manically. Vila whispered, "I'm in hell and it's full of Avons."

Comments

[blakefancier.livejournal.com]

LOL! Poor Vila. I'm sure Blake will set them to rights, though. :D

[entropy-house.livejournal.com]

The original Blake might- the cloned version will be just as crazy as the others. :^)

[sallymn.livejournal.com]

{bwahahahahaha!!!}

Oh dear... poor Vila, that really is hell...

[entropy-house.livejournal.com]

*giggle* It started out to be a feelgood rescue, but it turned on me! :^)

[muscadinegirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear!

I'd love to see all the cloned Avons and cloned Blakes arguing. :)

[entropy-house.livejournal.com]

The Tarrants and the Callys love to bet on which ones will win.

[vilakins.livejournal.com]

What a nightmare! Poor Vila and the other originals.

Vila would say "stupid" rather than "naff" though; it means "in bad taste; vulgar; out of fashion; poor quality". OK, Vila might be those things, but it's usually not applied to people. He could be wearing a naff outfit though.

[entropy-house.livejournal.com]

Ah, ok, thanks for the Brit-pick. I was hoping for a more interesting word than 'stupid' though. Mmmm... maybe google will find me something.

[vilakins.livejournal.com]

Thick? Born yesterday? :-)

[entropy-house.livejournal.com]

They'd work, but I wanted something rather silly, to offset the upcoming evil. :^)

[ultrapsychobrat.livejournal.com]

Oh noes! Vila be in real hellllllll.

[entropy-house.livejournal.com]

Poor Vila!

[pinkdormouse.livejournal.com]

:-)