Blake's 7 Cats
by Nicola Mody
This silliness was inspired by a set of cat greeting cards I bought cheap in a sale. One reminded me of Krantor, another of Jenna, and there was an obvious Vila. Then I began to see B7 characters in them all, sad case that I am...
Because of Gan's limiter, he was unable to object to being given all the dirty jobs on the Liberator, including the laundry.
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Tyce (with a sleek new fur-cut) drives the reluctant President Sarkoff in his inaugural motorcade.
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After the rebels left, Meegat spent a lot of time in her boudoir dreaming of the Lord Avon. She even had a silhouette of him on her headboard.
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Krantor awaited Servalan's mirror-call with impatience. Where was the damned woman? He'd have her eviscerated with a blunt claw and fed to his pet human.
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Servalan was extremely annoyed. The table was set, the candles lit, the tuna casserole was ready—but where was Jarriere?
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Jarriere was in hiding. She invited me for dinner, he thought, and I canna help but suspect she plans to have me for dinner.
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After leaving the Liberator, Jenna returned to a life of piracy—sorry, free-trading.
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Tarrant's blue eyes widened in surprise. The Kairos affair was turning out to be no picnic. "That's not our lunch! It's a Federation trooper!"
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Servalan succeeded in buying Avon on Domo, and kept her most valued slave—sorry, personal assistant—very well, if on a jewelled leash.
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Delighted that the nightmare was finally over, Vila threw a party on Xenon base and invited Blake and his lot over from Gauda Prime. "Ah, there they are now. Oh goody—they brought drinks; we're all out of wine, not to mention adrenaline and catnip."
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