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very possibly bad Blake's 7 fic
disclaimer: not mine. rating: er... 13+?
Spoilers: sort of seasons 1-3.
Character: Cally.
I'm sorry there are no 'splosions.
length: 200+ or so
Notes: this is weird? Er. I don't know if it does what I want it to do, or even if it's very good. BED NOW.before I write BSG songfic again.
passive voice
by ALC Punk!
She only hears the voice at night.
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During the day, she's Cally, everyone's favorite girl (alien. freedom fighter. Choose one, hold fast). They call her girl (but she's a woman grown, though they ignore that), and smile and laugh with (at) her.
Oh, come on, Cally. Gamine grin from Vila, dead look from Avon. And Blake (manipulates you like a piece on a chessboard) always so sure of her. Suspicion from Jenna (always, because Jenna knows), more than active dislike. Gan's just a pushover (sheep, like cattle, most humans) for a pretty face and sad eyes.
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Follower, the voice accuses. So alone and following him. He's just using you.
-=-
(Yes he is)
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Blake's vendetta against the Federation (only) makes sense when she thinks of it as justice. (Revenge is a dish best served immediately, wouldn't you say)
So she follows (told you) him.
Believes in him.
(It's the only thing you're certain of)
-=-
Travis caused the voice. Or maybe it wasn't Travis (thinking too hard). Sometimes, the answer is there, on the edge of perception (alien, you wouldn't expect me to react like a human, would you). Digging into her brain.
-=-
Maybe Orac, she sometimes thinks when she's so wired and awake she's hallucinating colours on the edge of her vision (blow up the whole universe, for what). Maybe Orac could see (wouldn't see) would make sense of (nothing) this.
The thought never stays long, chased away by (something else to chase).
-=-
It was right that Travis should die (no more use for him). And Jenna, too (didn't want to leave, did she).
Humanity must be saved (preserved at all costs).
-=-
(You're not like them)
Leave me alone.
The voice is silent for a time. Perhaps in contemplation.
-=-
Avon is up for too too long. And she remembers (bad Cally). A chair and a gun and Travis.
"You're wasting your time, Travis. You haven't broken her, and you know they'll be back."
(Shouldn't have heard that)
"And you think you can do better?"
(Dear Cally, such an imagination you have.)
"I know I can do better. I was top of my class, once."
Slim white fingers glide along her cheek and she can't see anything but fathomless black eyes. (Pale skin lips like cherries, oh not sweet though)
-=-
(Terrible choice)
Blake or the Liberator.
But both are already dead.
-=-
She sits in the bunker, listens to the hum of the earth. Cally can smell the death coming for her, for all of them (it's about time).
Her one consolation. (Servalan is dead, long live Servalan)
(I'm sorry) Blake.
(Always the follower.)
-f-
Spoilers: sort of seasons 1-3.
Character: Cally.
I'm sorry there are no 'splosions.
length: 200+ or so
Notes: this is weird? Er. I don't know if it does what I want it to do, or even if it's very good. BED NOW.
passive voice
by ALC Punk!
She only hears the voice at night.
-=-
During the day, she's Cally, everyone's favorite girl (alien. freedom fighter. Choose one, hold fast). They call her girl (but she's a woman grown, though they ignore that), and smile and laugh with (at) her.
Oh, come on, Cally. Gamine grin from Vila, dead look from Avon. And Blake (manipulates you like a piece on a chessboard) always so sure of her. Suspicion from Jenna (always, because Jenna knows), more than active dislike. Gan's just a pushover (sheep, like cattle, most humans) for a pretty face and sad eyes.
-=-
Follower, the voice accuses. So alone and following him. He's just using you.
-=-
(Yes he is)
-=-
Blake's vendetta against the Federation (only) makes sense when she thinks of it as justice. (Revenge is a dish best served immediately, wouldn't you say)
So she follows (told you) him.
Believes in him.
(It's the only thing you're certain of)
-=-
Travis caused the voice. Or maybe it wasn't Travis (thinking too hard). Sometimes, the answer is there, on the edge of perception (alien, you wouldn't expect me to react like a human, would you). Digging into her brain.
-=-
Maybe Orac, she sometimes thinks when she's so wired and awake she's hallucinating colours on the edge of her vision (blow up the whole universe, for what). Maybe Orac could see (wouldn't see) would make sense of (nothing) this.
The thought never stays long, chased away by (something else to chase).
-=-
It was right that Travis should die (no more use for him). And Jenna, too (didn't want to leave, did she).
Humanity must be saved (preserved at all costs).
-=-
(You're not like them)
Leave me alone.
The voice is silent for a time. Perhaps in contemplation.
-=-
Avon is up for too too long. And she remembers (bad Cally). A chair and a gun and Travis.
"You're wasting your time, Travis. You haven't broken her, and you know they'll be back."
(Shouldn't have heard that)
"And you think you can do better?"
(Dear Cally, such an imagination you have.)
"I know I can do better. I was top of my class, once."
Slim white fingers glide along her cheek and she can't see anything but fathomless black eyes. (Pale skin lips like cherries, oh not sweet though)
-=-
(Terrible choice)
Blake or the Liberator.
But both are already dead.
-=-
She sits in the bunker, listens to the hum of the earth. Cally can smell the death coming for her, for all of them (it's about time).
Her one consolation. (Servalan is dead, long live Servalan)
(I'm sorry) Blake.
(Always the follower.)
-f-
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But yes, still excellent, excellent stuff.
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before I write BSG songfic again.Didn't you write that Barney theme song songfic? You did, didn't you.
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