Vila Restal’s E-mails – Season 3
by Nicola Mody

Back to Season 2

This is a quite a large document. In case you don't manage to read it all at once and return to it later, I've provided links to the e-mails for each episode from the series.

Aftermath / Powerplay
Volcano
Dawn of the Gods
Harvest of Kairos
City at the Edge of the World
Children of Auron
Rumours of Death
Sarcophagus
Ultraworld
Moloch
Death Watch
Terminal

Dear Vila,

Are you still there? I’ve watched the official viscasts and they didn’t say anything about you or the Liberator. Someone told me though that the neutral zone news said the aliens would have won if it hadn’t been for you and your friends holding them off till the fleet got there. But they don’t know what’s happened to you either. Please reply if you get this. I can’t help but think the worst – you’ve been digested by space slugs, you’ve caught the Andromeda strain flu, you’re dead at the bottom of a cliff. Yes, I know I always think that, but a mother can’t help it. You might be a hero, Vila dear, but I hope you’re a live one.

As for us, thanks for your warning, which I passed on, because things have been bad here since the war, and I don’t know what would have happened if we hadn’t all laid in emergency supplies. It was worse than they say Y3K was.

Still, we’re not starving. They’ve started giving out some new stuff called Soylent Green, which must be all right for vegetarians if it’s made with soy, but it tastes off. I’m using up my food store first, even though it’s mainly baked beans, curried veg and pot noodles.

Love, Mum

Dear Mum,

Yes, I’m still here, but I wasn’t for a while.

The aliens took out Star One; so much for our efforts to save it in the end. They almost took us out too. And if staying on the neutron blasters and getting repetitive strain injury in my fingers from continuous firing makes me a hero, then I am one, though I was so shaky afterwards I had to sit down and put my head between my legs. Avon said, “Don’t kiss it good-bye just yet, Vila, go and check the life support capsules,” as the damage was so bad, Zen was closing everything down. Don’t know why they say I’m a coward, as if I was I would have leapt into the first working one and done a runner, esp. when half the ceiling came down and a fire broke out. No, I waited for the others. Mind you, I was scared to go alone. Cally said Blake and Jenna had gone, and Avon said he was surprised I was still there. Avon got knocked out by more ceiling bits, and Cally and I sent him off in a capsule with Orac. I made sure Cally was all right to go, then I found my capsule wouldn’t open and panicked. Cally helped me reset it, then kissed me on the cheek and said I was braver than I thought and said goodbye, and we both ejected.

I wasn’t brave. I was terrified. I had a rough ride, and it was lucky I’d already lost my last meal on the Liberator before the battle because it could have got very nasty in there. I ended up in a forest on Chenga with a badly-broken arm. I was lonely, cold, miserable, hurt and hungry, and Zen wasn’t answering, the heartless pile of electronic junk. I was about to be pounced on by something large and probably carnivorous, when two friendly primitives called Lom and Mall turned up. They set my arm (I just about passed out) and started to take me to their camp as they were being hunted by high-techs. Lom got shot with a dart and I got lost and was captured by two very nice high-tech girls who petted me, fed me, and reset my arm. Almost passed out again. They were so sweet and kind, those girls, I really thought I’d landed in clover. One of them even reminded me of Avalon. They took me to a dome, where I found Cally. We were really glad to see each other, and they treated us so well, giving us comfortable lounging-chairs and nice relaxing drinks, that I thought, this is lovely, I might spend the rest of my life here. Almost did - it was an organ bank! Servalan was there too, but she’d bribed her way out. She did a bit of a gloat over us, and we did nothing – that drink had relaxed us into paralysis. I almost went to pieces before they put us out cold. And afterwards for that matter, ha ha! We were teleported just in time.

When I came round in the medical unit, Cally and Avon were there. Cally looked worried, and I thought briefly that Avon was too. I must have imagined it though; he just said, “You’re all right now, Vila. They wouldn’t have wanted such an inferior collection of substandard organs as you anyway. Come on, get up and meet some people.”

We have new crew – Dayna Mellanby who is very pretty but a weapons expert and probably very tough, and Del Tarrant, that really annoying cocky good-looking fly-boy ‘smoke me a kipper, I’ll be home for breakfast’ type. I bet he gets right up my nose.

Love, Vila 

Servalan,

Should I congratulate you on your new position as president of a crumbling Federation?

I didn’t go spare after all. I’m much better as a whole. Or you used to think so, judging by some of your more salacious e-mails. BTW in case you were wondering, Travis is so much scrap metal by now on Star One. You’ll have to train another attack dog.

CU, Vila 

Oh, Vila! I worry enough already about you, without hearing about more ghastly things which could happen to you. I’d never even thought of you being cut up into bits and put on ice, but I will now. What will they try to do to you next – can you as pet food?

What happened to the others? Blake and Jenna?

And I think you’re a hero, sweetheart. I always have.

Your Mum

Cally? You said you knew I was alive on Chenga because you could feel my pain, How come? I thought you said you could only receive from another Auron.

Vila 

True, Vila. That is what I thought too. I could tease you a little and say it is because you are a pain, but I do not know the answer. I do not get thoughts as I would from an Auron, just particularly strong feelings and emotions. Perhaps you have something other than human in your ancestry, or a mutated gene.

Cally 

Don’t tell Avon! He’ll say I’m a subhuman mutant! In fact he probably will anyway. :-(

Hey, this could explain my Space City bender! If that trans-dimensional alien took you over, maybe it did a bit with me too, to make me hide Orac and get so drunk I forgot where. I’ve always felt I’d never live that one down. This makes me feel better!

Vila 

Oh, Vila. Are you going to blame alien possession for all your other little lapses from civilised behaviour, like short-sheeting Blake’s bed, putting cling-film on the toilets and whoopee cushions on the flight couch, molasses in Avon’s hair gel and vindaloo powder in his ice-cream, setting his hair-dryer to suck instead of blow, eating all the cashews and almonds out of the mixed nuts, and serving me foam-rubber lamingtons?

And for that matter, the way you look at Dayna’s rear?

Cally

Sorry about that. I can’t help it. It is the biggest one on the Liberator.

Vila   

Dear Mum,

You asked about Blake and Jenna. The last we heard, Jenna was on a hospital ship, but not badly hurt. We don’t know where Blake is. Avon did a deal with him to get the Liberator if we stayed to fight the Andromedans (not that anyone asked me) so I didn’t think he’d want to find him in a hurry. All the same, we’ve checked out some rumoured sightings on a few planets in the area:

One where the plants were sentient and ate the animals. A tree tried to eat me and Avon and spat us out; Avon said it was because I was tasteless and I said his aftershave must have been too strong. Took ages to get the spit off.

One so hot your eyeballs would fry in their sockets like poached eggs.

One so windy everyone lived underground and had to use ropes and pitons to go for a stroll after dinner.

A few which had gone cannibal after the war (oh, no, Vila cutlets on the menu!)

Obsidian

Tarrant wanted a planetary base and for some reason Avon seems to be letting him take charge. I must ask him if he’s feeling all right. Perhaps his head went soft while he was in that tree; he certainly had enough saliva in his hair. Anyway, Dayna said her father had some friends on Obsidian, so even if Blake wasn’t there, it might still be a good base and we could get some recruits. That’s all I need, I thought: more crew to pick on me and say, "Shut up, Vila, go away, Vila."

Dayna and Tarrant went down. I said I didn’t like the look of it (one big volcano, no cities or banks or pleasant beaches). Avon and Cally ignored me. I said it was odd the Feds didn’t want it (they’ll invade anything with a breathable atmosphere). Avon and Cally ignored me. I said we ought to warn Dayna and Tarrant. Avon and Cally ignored me. I said I was worried they hadn’t called in yet. Avon and Cally ignored me. Ah-hah, I thought, that’s his plan – put that annoying oaf Tarrant up the sharp end and let them pick him off. Finally Cally got worried, so Avon went down for a look, found Servalan was there with a Fed patrol, came back and went to the flight deck. Tarrant called in just as a Fed fleet moved in to attack us - at least I thought it was him - so I worked the teleport, and four troopers appeared. Oh no, I thought, it’ll be bed for little Vila without any supper tonight. I said, “We’re under attack!” hoping they’d leave, but they thought I’d alertly noticed they’d boarded us, and was going for the bleeding obvious remark of the year award, and tied me and Cally up and gagged us. Cally telepathed, “At last, some peace and quiet!” which was uncalled for, considering I’d been right all along. Maybe if they listened to me, I wouldn’t talk so much.

They bit off too much when they took Avon on though, as only two of them came back from the flight deck, looking very pissed off. They untied us and made me teleport them down with Orac and Cally. I went to check on Avon. There were two dead troopers on the flight deck, and Avon didn’t look too hot either. Servalan hailed us, and when I answered, she thought I was in charge of the Liberator (Captain Vila!) I told her we were all there, I had her grid reference, and she’d better start running. Surprisingly, she did! Avon woke up then. Nice timing - I face off Servalan and no-one’s there to see it, and who’ll ever believe it? He was only shot in the arm, so I patched it up for him, and got a nice glass of adrenaline and soma to calm me down. Avon didn’t want one; he said he needed his wits about him, seeing as I didn’t have any.

Tarrant and Dayna rescued Cally and Orac and they all came up just before Servalan got back with reinforcements and attacked Obsidian. I found out then why they’d left it alone before. Dayna’s father’s friends, the Pyroans, were very aggressive for pacifists. They had a nuke tucked down their volcano, and they blew the planet up. Cally said everyone lost in the end but them. In that case, I’m glad I’m a loser!

Love, Vila 

Ensign Vila Restal,

Your assigned duties are as follows: breaking and entering, general maintenance, plus:

Day 1:  Check stardrive oil levels and top-up if necessary. Take your dirty bed-linen to laundry before 0900, collect your clean bed linen before 2000, make your bed according to space-fleet specs (I will show you how to do standard corners)

Day 2:  Assist Dayna to test-fire the neutron blasters. Weekly meal duty (plan a balanced menu, cook, serve, and clear away). Alcohol is not needed with every meal, Vila!

Day 3: Check all console circuits. Weekly KP duty: clean the kitchen (with particular attention to the toaster oven you make your cheesy toast in)

Day 4:  Assist Cally to test force-wall and check energy levels. Do personal laundry on and only on this day. And no more socks drying over the stardrive, Vila!

Day 5:  Tidy your room and clean your en-suite. And remove your custom door-lock so I can inspect your quarters.

Captain Del Tarrant 

Sod off, Tarrant! This is not the space fleet, but a ship full of rebels and criminals. I don’t have a rank, you great oaf (and if I did, it would be security, weapons and morale officer) and neither do you. And the lock stays. My cabin is off-limits to everyone but invited guests and high-ranking members of the Thieves’ Guild.

BTW if you try to make me wear a uniform, esp. a red shirt, I’m jumping ship!

Vila

P.S. I’ve got some nice ball-bearings if you want to buy some to fidget with! 

Avon, did you get a list of duties from that jumped up Tarrant? What rank did he assign you, eh? Computer nerd? Chief geek?

Have you had your quarters inspected yet? I bet Dayna has (her hind ones)!

And how come I’m off the weapons console? I did a pretty good job on those neutron blasters.

I see you’re on meal duty today. Goody, lots of desserts!

Vila 

And what was your rank, Vila? Ship’s idiot? Petty theft officer?

Anyway, Tarrant and I have discussed the matter and come to a compromise. He will e-mail you and the rest of the crew when he gets out of the medical unit. I did agree though that a duty roster is quite a good idea as the kitchen is a mess, and your hands in particular far too idle.

As for the weapons console, Dayna is the expert. It makes sense. After all, I wouldn’t expect her to open locks, although she says she could replace you completely by using shaped explosives to do so. An attractive idea, but her method would set off alarms.

I see you’re on meal duty tomorrow. Remember, you ignorant Delta: serve from  the left, take from the right, and use a napkin when you pour the drinks. And ‘Good appetite’ is preferable to ‘Get yerself round that’ or ‘Hot curry, full plate, good Ghandi, can’t wait!’

Avon

Everybody,

Your duties remain the same except that there is no time limit on bed-linen changes, no bed-making standard, and no inspections. You’re a bunch of slackers who would have been cashiered from the fleet.

There are also no military ranks. Responsibilities are as follows (and they’re in order of length of service, before anyone gets annoyed again ):

Kerr Avon: computer tech, hacking, embezzlement, strategy, R&D

Vila Restal: picking locks, cracking safes, general theft, wiring and circuitry, entertainment, maintenance, teleport, backup weapons console, backup computer tech, backup pilot (you sure about this last one, Avon?)

Cally: guerrilla warfare, alien contact, medical and surgical, teleport, backup force wall

Del Tarrant: pilot, tactics, duty roster

Dayna Mellanby: weapons console, force wall, personal weapons, demolition, teleport, backup medical and surgical

Cally: thank you for the steak for my eye.

Vila: no red shirts, but you can continue to wear your brown trousers or those ghastly yellow suede ones.

Tarrant 

That’s a bit unfair, Tarrant! I’ve got more to do than everyone else, and you’ve got less.

Vila 

According to Avon, you’re an exasperating pest but quite talented and intelligent. I can’t see it myself. A lot of your responsibilities are just backup anyway. If you ever get to pilot the Liberator, Vila, remember it’s the classiest ship in the galaxy, not an old penal colony freight scow hot-wired by a thieving little teenager. And we don’t have third party insurance.

Tarrant

Dear Mum,

My turn to worry about you. Is everything all right in the Delta levels? You got power, food, water, viscasts, your bingo evenings?

Things are good and bad here.

Good: Avon let slip to Tarrant that he thinks I’m clever. Hah! Several to me in the Avon-Vila points war, I think! Still nowhere near even though.

Bad: Tarrant took me off the weapons console and prowls round checking that I haven’t cheesed up the toaster oven. At least we don’t have underpants inspections to ensure they’re both fresh (yes, Mum, mine are!) and standard issue, like I heard they have in the fleet. And they all pick on me during galactic monopoly, and it’s my game-board! I always end up on a penal colony, then get wiped out by Avon when I escape. If I do survive his attacks, I’m so badly wounded, Cally gouges me for organ transplants at her hospitals, and if I run for a bolt-hole, my only option is one of Dayna’s expensive hotels with all the expensive extras. My only consolation is that Avon never wins either, ‘cos he spends all his resources taking me down.

I was saved from almost complete humiliation in our last game when we got sucked into what we thought was a black hole. I was a bit unnerved – being compressed out of normal space isn’t the way I want to go – mind you, I haven’t thought of a good way yet. Things got strange and I passed out. I came round to six Avons looking at me anxiously and saying, “Vila, wake up.” Why six? Two I could understand. I must have got it wrong about him being worried too. Cally was possessed again and they took her off to medical. After all this excitement, I needed a swig from my little flask of something called whisky which I acquired on a recent planet. Strong stuff – burns going down like a one-day vintage, but warms nicely.

Orac said there was no space as such outside, so guess what – everyone decided I should put on a spacesuit and go out an inspection hatch. I balked ‘cos I get claustrophobic in a spacesuit, but Avon and Tarrant jumped me. They said the hatch needed my delicate skilful touch. I booted it open, and dropped into a huge dark cavern. I tripped over my air-hose running from some strange lights, and went down, thinking it was my last gasp. Got that Tarrant back, though. I was playing dead, surprised I wasn’t, and when he came out to get my corpse, I sat up grinning, giving him a hell of a shock. Orac was right – there was no space outside – there was air. That little rat-in-a-box!

We all got captured. Cally was taken off to see an Auron fairy-tale bogey-man called Lord Thaarn who wanted to rule the universe without computers, and the rest of us were forced to do dynamic flux mathematics in Thaarn’s sweatshop with pencil and paper (I lifted a log book and a nifty little something called a slide-rule to help). Our supervisor, a guy called Groff, took a liking to us and helped us to escape by reversing the gravity generators and exploding (or is it imploding?) the place.

That Thaarn turning out to be true is a worry. I hope the snaggle-toothed purple bandersnatch who eats naughty little boys starting with their toes doesn’t show up! ;-)

Love, Vila 

Dear Vila,

Ah yes, the snaggle-toothed purple bandersnatch. I had to be careful which stories I read to you at night, because even the bananas in pyjamas frightened you. Put you off fruit for weeks.

Things are fine here. Food’s a bit short, but we get free lunches at the factory made of that Soylent Green stuff – rissoles, soup, casserole, Soylent Green surprise. As I said, I don’t like it much, but it’s free. You don’t know what it is, do you?

Do be careful on your next space-walk, dear, and look after all your hoses.

Love, Mum 

Avon, do you know what Soylent Green is? My mother says it’s a major food group on earth now.

Vila 

WHAT? Vila, just tell your mother and everyone else not to touch it.

Avon 

No jokes or insults, Avon? You’re starting to scare me! What is it?

Vila 

Ah, Vila. I am tempted, but oddly enough I do draw the line somewhere in my dealings with you. I really don’t want to upset you. Just tell her, Vila.

Avon 

I’m pretty tough now, Avon! I can handle it!

Vila 

All right, Vila. Let’s just say that after the Andromedan war, there was a lot of, well, excess organic material not suitable for turning into spare parts as they tried to do with you on Chenga. ‘Waste not, want not’ appears to be the Federation’s motto in this case.

Avon 

Dear Mum,

Don’t eat the Soylent Green, and tell everyone else not to! Put it this way: if I hadn’t survived the war, or if they hadn’t wanted my bits on Chenga, you could be eating me!

I’ve left you enough money to dine out for years. Have a nice vinders and lager on me, and treat your friends. If you need more money, I’ve got heaps and I can send it to you via GalacPay. (BTW when Avon and I were on that that windy planet New Scotland where I got the whisky, we finally banked our Freedom City winnings in neutral zone numbered accounts from. Lucky they weren’t in Fed credits as they’re lower than seashells and glass beads right now.)

Back to the Soylent Green - personally I’ve gone off everything that colour. Avon said he did warn me, and when he was on meal duty yesterday, he served asparagus soup, broccoli, beans and peas in pesto with spinach fettuccini, and a choice of pistachio or peppermint ice-cream to follow. The bastard.

Love, Vila 

Nyah, nyah, lost again, huh, Vila! You really are a galactic-class loser! Go on, tell me something legal you’re good at. And it had better not be disgusting, Delta-boy.

Dayna 

Being picked on? Annoying everybody on the Liberator? The only thing I can think of is the grilled cheese on toast I make you for breakfast, and that hardly justifies my existence, does it? You’ve convinced me, Dayna. I’m a waste of skin. You might as well use me for archery practice. And people wonder why I knock back the A&S. :-(

Vila 

Dear Mum,

Remember that guy Groff who destroyed that hollow planetoid Krandor so we could escape the Thaarn? Tarrant promised him we’d go to Xaranar to tell his family what happened to him, but as it’s a Federation world that specialises in building and crewing survey ships, I suspect he had an ulterior motive.

Avon stayed on board (he said he could do with the peace and quiet), Cally went to a concert, and Dayna went shopping at a small arms trade fair. I planned to check out the latest in acquisitions technology, but Avon said I had to go with Tarrant to see Groff’s family. “Ah-hah,” I said, “you don’t trust him either!” Avon just smiled and said he trusted neither of us alone with a vulnerable widow. I was quite hurt.

We teleported to the street outside Groff’s house in a nice leafy suburb. I could live in a place like that, lots of room and the novelty of open sky above the roof. The house was like something out of ‘Dome and Garden’. Groff’s wife Lorna was grateful that we came, and said that as it had been two years Groff had been gone, she’d assumed he was dead anyway. She was quite pretty, and I noticed Tarrant was showing even more teeth than usual. He said, “Why don’t you entertain the children, Vila?” So I did some magic tricks for them, pulled coins out of their ears etc. Cute kids, a boy and a girl about 9 and 11. Tarrant said, “Why don’t you go outside and play with the children, Vila?” I thought why not, it sounded like fun, and it was too – we played Star Trek (climbing trees and ‘beaming down’ out of them into the vege garden, shooting each other with tomato stakes, capturing aliens (the dog). I was Captain Kirk, and ended up with my shirt half ripped off. I was a bit concerned about Tarrant with Lorna though, so we went in every 5 minutes or so to get more biscuits, cake, milk, whatever, or just to say hello. Each time, Tarrant’s chair was closer to Lorna’s, and she would leap up eagerly to serve us while Tarrant got more and more annoyed with me. Finally she thanked us for coming and said I was a sweetie and would make a lovely father. Tarrant said rubbish, I was basically still a kid. Lorna looked at my ripped shirt and tried not to smile, and said “Oh, really?”, and Tarrant threw my tunic at me quite savagely. Lorna kissed me on the cheek and gave me some home baking to take with me, and said I could come back any time. To tell you the truth, I briefly considered deserting and staying, but Avon knew where I was, and he already warned me last year that he never forgives betrayal. And it is a Federation planet.

Next we had to get some weapons crystals and other parts for the Liberator. Tarrant was still annoyed with me and wouldn’t let me steal the crystals. I was so bored while he flirted with a spare parts saleswoman that I lifted the contents of the petty cash box, a Servalan calendar (for darts) and a cool glass paperweight with a little planet-hopper in it, which you shake to get a meteor storm.

One guess who had to change the Liberator’s oil and install the new crystals? And who had to put the old ones back in after we found Tarrant got the wrong grade? Why me? You got it – ‘it needed my delicate touch’. Like every other dirty job here.

Love, Vila 

Avon, I still don’t trust Tarrant. My reasons so far are:

Ex-Fed. Or possibly still Fed?

I know his name from somewhere.

He has the most insincere smile outside a court room, and where did he buy such perfect gnashers?

Who paid for them?

Number of Fed installations attacked in last 4 months: ah, let’s see now – none!

Not that I object to a quiet life of course!

Vila 

I’d be surprised if a scan showed any electrical activity in your brain, Vila. If Tarrant were Federation, he would have captured us and turned us in by now, for our bounties if not the glory.

The Federation is still reeling from the war, so I see no reason to risk our lives like that idealistic idiot Blake, tilting at his windmills.

Use a little logic. In fact, you can use some tonight in a chess game after dinner.

Avon

People, may I suggest a little piracy? It’s that time again when the Federation harvests the kairopan on Kairos. Grab their total shipment and we’ll be able to buy a planet each to retire on.

Tarrant 

Satisfied with that, Vila? Not an installation as such, but still a strike at the Federation which will hurt them in their pockets.

Pity Dayna wasn’t present at our chess game last night to see you lose again. :-)

Avon 

Yeah, well, I see you don’t trust Tarrant either, or you’d have told him about the treasure room! Actually I don’t care to risk my life boarding a heavily-armed Fed ship, when we could just divvy up the Liberator treasure and hightail it to the bolt-holes of our choice.

Vila 

Darling Vila,

I agree with that Lorna – you would make a lovely father, but you’d spoil your kids rotten! I’ve always wanted grandchildren, and neither of us are getting any younger.

Anyway, did you know you’re an even bigger hero here than you were before? When I told everyone at the factory about the Soylent Green, the news spread like wildfire. Most Delta and Gamma workers went on strike, and half of London Dome took to the streets. They’ve got trouble all over Earth. I think you’re better known than Blake now, at least among the ordinary people, and I’ve made quite a bit on the side selling copies of your wanted posters, signed Vila’s proud Mum.

Love, your proud Mum 

Dear Mum,

Hey, I’m in my prime, or at least one of them – 31! And if you wanted grandchildren, you should have passed on some better genes – there’s very little demand for short thin nervous thieves with weak chests.

Tarrant wanted to hijack the kairopan harvest, but on the way there Avon made us stop to check out a strange life-form he’d heard of on the permanent dark side of a planet. Dayna volunteered to go down with him, but he said he’d take me, and I didn’t need to wrap up warm as it was earth temperatures down there. It was too – just like the Arctic. I stumbled around in the dark, freezing slowly from the feet up, trying to get readings on the heavy equipment he made me lug around. Finally I fell over a rock and landed flat on my face, then leapt up, yelping, slapping all my pockets and checking my watch was still there. Avon laughed and asked if I’d been robbed by a better thief than me. I said nervously, “Not so far,” making sure my lockpicks were still there. He said I’d found a Sopron, and picked up the rock. “Oh, most impressive, such superior intelligence and lucidity of thought,” he said, smiling at it.

When we got back, Fed ships were closing in, but we escaped. At Kairos we were waiting till the harvest was all on the space transporter before boarding it, when we were attacked again.

BTW I’ve been taken off the weapons console now. Dayna does it. I wouldn’t mind much (after all I always had to kid myself it was a computer game and I wasn’t really killing anyone) but having time to think during a battle is really not good for my nerves.

And in right the middle of the attack, Avon took Cally away to look at his pet rock, and Tarrant went off to look for them, leaving me to pilot and Dayna to shoot. (And they say I’m easily-distracted and irresponsible?) We got one! Tarrant took over when he came back of course, and he and Dayna got the other two. Then we boarded the transporter and stole the crates, which turned out not to be full of crystals but Fed troopers, which are nowhere near as attractive or in as much demand on the open market.

Servalan then dumped the lot of us on Kairos so we could find out why you can only go there for one week every 15 years. We did. Huge spiders that eat kairopan and anyone who’s touched it, which I had. Things did not look good, even when we found a hangar with an ancient landing module in it. Tarrant tried to power the thing up (I told him he might need some choke on something that old and he told me to shut up), and Avon hacked into the software (I said he probably needed 700 years of MS upgrades and he told me to shut up). I opened the roof and we got off the ground just before it was scorched by a plasma bolt meant for us. We got the Liberator back too – Avon had written a quick Sopron-program to fool it into thinking we were even bigger and better, and the Fed rats abandoned ship.

That Sopron rock reflects back at you what you are, but more so. Orac and Zen saw computers, Cally saw her parents. If Tarrant had looked, I bet he’d have seen a great bullying prat with a bloated ego, and unruly fluff both on and inside his head.. :-)

Love, Vila 

I’ve gone right off you, Servalan. That’s twice you’ve tried to kill me lately. So much for all those e-mails. I should have blasted you over Obsidian.

Vila 

Nice one, you two! Done in by the old Trojan Horse trick. I didn’t like the idea from the start, if you remember.

Vila 

You liked the idea of spending your booty languishing by a lakeside on Gardinos, Vila. If you remember. And where in space did an uneducated Delta-grade thief hear about the Trojan horse?

Avon 

Hah! Shows how much you know about me, doesn’t it, Avon? You can get an education outside school, you know. CF1 had a good library, and I joined the Federation public one after I escaped. I bet your choice of bedside book is a boring software manual.

Timeo danaos et dona ferentes.

Vila 

Latin from a fool who barely speaks Terran? Is that your so illustrious and well-bred family’s motto, Vila?

Avon 

No, it means beware of Greeks bearing gifts, philistine! :-)

The Restal family motto is Semper ubi sub ubi.

Vila 

But I do still have a soft spot for you, Vila. Don’t be like that. Yes, I did rather expect I’d seen the last of you on Chenga and Kairos, and I felt a small frisson of regret. But you know, Vila, I don’t think I could actually bring myself to shoot you down face to fetchingly innocent face. I do look forward to seeing you again, dear. Soon.

Servalan

Dayna has pointed out that the neutron blasters just fizzle rather than blast. The old crystals are clapped out. I’ve made a good deal for some more with some people on Keezarn. All they want in exchange is Vila. The crystals are extremely cheap at that price! In fact, anything is cheap at that price! :-)

The deal is Vila goes down alone with no surveillance, and 15 minutes later one of us (Cally) goes down to collect the crystals at the same coordinates.

Report to the teleport pad, Vila.

Tarrant 

Oh, now wait a minute. I’m an important member of this crew with unique talents, that’s what Blake said. And I’m not cheap – I’m worth a million on the wanted list, and I bet they keep me and sell me for a fat profit. That’s not a good deal, Tarrant. And a delayed exchange without any sort of guarantee is just stupid - you’re asking to be cheated.

And does everyone else go along with it then? Or don’t you lot care whether I come back? :-(

Vila 

Your sole unique talent in this crew is picking locks, and we haven’t needed that since I’ve been on the Liberator. One word, Vila - expendable.

Tarrant 

You’re useless here. They seem to want you. It sounds good to me.

Dayna 

We need those crystals, Vila. I don’t have time to argue with you right now.

Avon 

Try to be brave, Vila

Cally 

Dear Mum,

Tarrant did a deal to swap me for some weapons crystals. When I refused, he pushed me around and said he’d toss me off the ship, and that I couldn’t stop him and no-one else would care. True on all counts actually, as no-one had stood up for me. I went off to get my tools, and the pain in my chest was so bad I made a side-trip to knock down a double shot of adrenaline and soma, though my heart was beating so fast, I would have done better with a defibrillator. When I got back, Avon tried to give me a tracer to swallow, but I didn’t trust any of them any more so I palmed it and left it on the table.

I teleported down, and the ‘peaceful primitive people’ Tarrant said he did the deal with took my bracelet off me and made me walk to their ruined city all without so much as a word, then abandoned me to the tender mercies of a dirty, tough, mean, smelly gunhand with bad breath. She was called Kerril. Charming. She took me to her boss, and it was Bayban. You know who I mean? Bayban the Beserker / Butcher / Bastard? I was glad I’d gone before I left the Liberator.

He gave me an hour to open a vault which was meant to be full of treasure, though a local called Norl said it contained the future. Very clever, the vault designer – he used a force-field which refracted light like a solid door, and those clods had been trying to blow it up. I put a low-energy probe on it and waited. Kerril turned up all clean and combed and wearing a native dress – she must have taken some of my comments to heart – and she did scrub up well. When the force-field collapsed, we went through it and ended up teleported more than 3000 light-years to a scout ship which had been looking for a new planet for Norl’s people for millennia. The vault designer’s recorded message told us that if the ship hadn’t landed yet, we’d suffocate, and sure enough it seemed like it and there were two skeletons in the room from previous attempts. Kerril suggested that we pass the time we had left in this oh so romantic setting in, well, mutual comfort. I have to say I wondered why she fancied me. I don’t get that many offers, and that well-known cliché “Only if you were the only person on the planet” did spring to mind.

When I woke up, expecting not to, I was amazed we still had air. The force-field on the door had malfunctioned. I cancelled it, and we both went out to explore our new world. Kerril seemed happy to stay there, but I had to wonder about little things like what to eat, where to sleep, what we’d make clothes of, the total lack of minimal amenities like buildings, soft beds, the Galacnet, and of course locks for me to open, my only admired talent. Still, we had a lovely time together, and when we sat down by a pool in the evening I realised the ground was covered in the crystals we needed. Kerril was angry with me for wanting to go back straight away, don’t know why. When we got out at the other end, Avon, Cally and Tarrant were there. Cally was pleased to see me, and Tarrant even said welcome back, and Avon insulted me, so I began to think they wanted me after all. Then Dayna came in and said Bayban had got away from her. So they had all came down to rescue me! Though I suspect Dayna only wanted to test her new heat-seeker bombs.

Norl’s people all turned up and went through to their new world, and Norl said I was both clever and brave. (I hope Avon and Tarrant heard that.) Kerril asked to go too, then asked me to. The others gave me a bracelet and left me to decide. I tried to explain why I couldn’t. She’d seen me at my best, Mum, being brave, clever, and kind. Getting through locks and into safes and vaults is all I do that’s worth anything to anyone. And she’d go off me fast when she saw me trying to bang a nail into a piece of wood, or raise a barn, and she was a real tough customer underneath it all – she’d be pretty rough on me.

Then she said she loved me.

No-one ever said that before, but you. I still don’t know what I would have done if Bayban hadn’t turned up then. I held him off with my gun while Kerril and Norl escaped. I got out just in time before he fired the laser cannon at the force-field and killed himself and blew up the whole place. Still, I wish I’d had the chance to ask her to come with me, but I only had one bracelet. Though she wouldn’t have liked me much after she found out how I’m treated on the Liberator. So maybe it’s best this way. She’ll remember me at my best. And maybe I’ll be a legend there - the discoverer of a world!

Tarrant said he was sorry and he hadn’t meant what he’d said, and Avon even said welcome back (!!!), but this was only after I turned over the crystals. I still don’t really trust any of them any more. Except maybe Cally.

Love, Vila 

Darling Vila,

Oh, my poor boy. I think you did make the right decision though. You don’t seem to last long with the tougher sort of girl (or any sort really), and I couldn’t see you as a pioneer at all. Never mind. I’m sure you’ll meet the right girl one day, who’ll love you for your sweet sensitive self and not just how fast you can get into a vault.

And you must learn to stick up for yourself with the others, dear. You’ve never been good at that. I’m sure your growth was stunted by people always taking your school lunch.

Love and a big hug, Mum 

All right, you lot. If my skills are no use to you any more, (and that’s right, I haven’t had to crack a Fed lock for at least 6 months), then do the decent thing and drop me off somewhere on the far edge of the neutral zone. Any place with a breathable atmosphere and a decent-sized city will do me. Rich gullible tourists would be a bonus. And you needn’t worry – I’ll stay lost. If I was at large (yes all right Avon, I’ll get in first - at small) for over 10 years after I got out of CF1, despite being on the wanted lists, I can disappear so well the Feds will never find me.

Vila 

Look, I said I was sorry, Vila. What more do you want? Avon told me about some of your exploits, and if that sourpuss has that much respect and admiration for someone he says he despises, I’m convinced of your value. You still have to clean the toaster oven though, and the ban on drying socks over the stardrive now includes underpants.

Tarrant 

Oh, Vila! Avon and I didn’t have time to say anything to you before you left, because we were both busy making up that tracer you refused to take with you. Doesn’t that prove something? I for one would miss you very much if you left. And Avon would too, I think. He enjoys his verbal and chess games with you, and frankly if it came down to keeping you or Tarrant, he would choose you.

So cheer up and have a nice adrenaline and soma and some nice chocolate cake with me. I find a sugar hit always cheers me up.

Cally 

Sulking again, are you Vila? If you continue to do so I shall take you up on your offer. You are annoying enough when you’re cheerful, but the sight of you wandering around with big doleful spaniel eyes quite turns my stomach. You could at least have the consideration to lock yourself in your cabin and be miserable in private, as has been your wont in the past.

I should however rather you stay, as you are the backup pilot, and that gives me the freedom to dump the appalling Tarrant if he becomes too unbearable.

Oh and Vila. I translated your little family motto. Very ungrammatical in Latin or Terran - 'Always where under where'. One of your mother's admonitions no doubt.

Avon 

Come on, Vila! I’d say I’d miss you, except I’m a crack shot.

I’ll give you a head start of a million credits and a small fleet in our next game. And I won’t make you be the shuttle this time. You can be the big cruiser.

Dayna

Vila. I need your help, such as it is. My cabin now.

Avon 

Dear Mum,

I asked everyone to leave me on a nice planet, but it seems they do want me after all! Everyone’s been nice to me for three days now, and that’s a record for this year! Even Avon, though with him it’s a bit hard to tell.

Avon asked me to his cabin yesterday, gave me a drink (a shiraz he acquired on a recent planetfall) and said he wanted some help with a plan he has to get revenge on a Fed interrogator called Shrinker who killed his girlfriend Anna Grant. I asked why me, and he said he’d checked on Orac and I’d survived five conditioning attempts starting as a kid, so I knew what torture was like. Just remembering gave me the willies, and I spilt the wine all over myself, the chair and the floor. Instead of yelling at me, he just said “Sorry, Vila. Are you all right?” I said yes and sat on my hands so he couldn’t see them shaking. He looked quite worried and almost patted my shoulder, which terrified us both, but instead went and got a rag to mop up the wine, and said, “Lucky the chair is black leather, so it won’t show. But if you’re going to make a habit of spilling fine wine, you clumsy fool, wearing light colours is a mistake.” I was relieved he was back to normal.

The upshot is, he wants me to help him set up a trap for this Shrinker bastard, and I said I’d do it. I’ve never been much for revenge myself, but I don’t mind in this case.

So we’re on our way to Earth again! Sorry I can’t come to see you, but with a cool mill on my head and some of the neighbours with long memories of things I did when I was a kid, I don’t think it’s a good idea. Though I still think it was funny picking their apartment locks and playing practical jokes. In fact I may try one on Avon!

Love, Vila 

I assume it was you who broke in and bolted all my furniture to the ceiling while I was on watch? Fix it, Vila, or I’ll leave you in that cave.

Avon

Dear Mum,

We got diverted from going to Earth when Cally sensed the Aurons were all dying. Avon didn’t want to go, but Tarrant said mercy was better than revenge. I could get to like him a little after all. The Aurons were all dying of plague from a pilot who’d caught it in space. As you know, I hate bugs, so I volunteered quickly for teleport duty, but Dayna brought one of the victims, Patar, back for analysis. I put a helmet on as a precaution. Avon and Tarrant got very pissed off when they called me for an update and couldn’t hear a word I said inside it, so I had to take it off and hope for the best. Orac found a cure, and Patar was very impressed - he said we were better than the other ship. What other ship I asked? Oh, just an ex-Fed one! I tried to call the others and got Servalan, who said to surrender the Liberator and she’d save the others, and also throw in the governorship of Earth out of her great personal regard for me. A nice thought – I allowed myself a little daydream for a second or two of me dressed like Napoleon, but chance would be a fine thing. I pretended I’d negotiate and she sent up a guy called Deral, and we captured him. I told Servalan she was a bit naughty, and threatened to blow up her ship but she said she had the cure on board. She then blew up the Auron control centre in a fit of pique and the others headed for the replication plant as the only safe place. Turned out Servalan was growing cloned mini-Servalans there, and she’d infected the Aurons to make them do it. Dayna went down with bracelets and brought the others back, plus an Auron doctor and the gene stock for 5000 foetuses. Servalan blew up the replication centre and killed all her own foetuses, not sure why. Maybe she remembered that multiple births can be a bit stressful, esp. for a someone with a demanding career.

Avon teleported that guy Deral back down, though he begged not to be. I bet Servalan executed him as soon as she saw him. A cold and unfeeling bastard, Avon.

The others looked very ill, and I started to feel sick in sympathy, so I went to the medical unit with them to make sure I hadn’t caught the plague too. They all got annoyed with me and said, “Go away, Vila.” And I couldn’t bother Cally after she’d lost all her people. I said, “I don’t feel right,” and Avon said, “You’ve never been right, Vila.” Later on I said, “I feel hot,” and Dayna laughed and said, “Just like all your possessions I suppose, Vila.” Then I said I felt weak and Avon said, “You are weak, Vila. As is that particular ploy.” At dinner I felt so queasy when Avon served the cassoulet (his fancy name for a stew) that Tarrant said, “You’re such a ham, Vila, you ought to play for Earth United.” I just collapsed face-down in my dinner (shades of a Terra Nostra hit!) and yes, I did have plague. Did anyone apologise? Nope, just told me to go back and clean up the spilt food in the dining room when I was cured.

Cally was very annoyed when she found out later they hadn’t bothered to check me. I went round to see her when I was better to offer some comfort like she did for me when Gan died, and she said I was very kind and sweet. So is she. I wish… oh, well.

We’re taking Franton and Patar and their 5000 future little Aurons to an uninhabited earth-type planet called Kaarn. It’s on my list of places to avoid for the next 20 years.

Love, Vila 

It was a nice thought to offer me the governorship of Earth, Servalan, but I doubt if the appointment would have lasted longer than a few minutes.

Why did you change your mind about having a family? Was it the thought of hundreds of little Servalans all with full nappies and screaming at the supermarket checkout? And imagine how much it would cost to keep growing mini-megalomaniacs in designer clothes!

Vila 

The job would have been a sinecure, dear. No public appearances. The position would have involved varied ones in my personal quarters. While restrained of course, knowing your talent for escape. And the only maternal instinct I have is for innocent and harmless-looking little things like you. :-)

Servalan 

Dear Vila,

Auron plague. What next? You’re not a strong lad, and I worry so much about you. It’s obvious that apart from that Cally, and Gan and Blake when they were there, that no-one takes any care of you or bothers to look out for you. Did you tell them you have a weak chest? Perhaps when you get to Earth I could join the crew to look after you and make sure you eat properly and dress warm. I’d sort them out for you.

Love, Mum 

Dear Mum,

I’m fine now! Really! Honest! And the nerve stress from my last conditioning went away a few months ago, so I’ve got a detectable pain threshold now.

Vila 

I’m getting bored, and I thought we’d liven things up a bit with a sweepstake on how many days from now till we meet our friend Servalan again. I figure each of us can put in a stake – no money, just a favour or a talent - and the closest to the winning number takes three of their choice, runner up gets the rest. And you can’t win your own favour.

See me to sign up.

Honest Vila 

All right, here it is. As I said, the day count starts now.

And I don’t see why I couldn’t offer to do teleport duty for a month.

Punter              Days                Offer
Avon                13                    hack into and sabotage the web site of your choice
Vila                  17                    cook and serve breakfast in bed for a week
Cally                34                    3 yoga for relaxation lessons
Tarrant             6                      2 hour Liberator flying lesson; no landings
Dayna              29                    1 Black Forest cake (dark, delicious, real cherries)

Vila 

I’ll get you for that, Vila. You can hide, but you’ve got to come out sometime, you little rat.

Dayna 

I don’t know what you mean, Dayna. It was a straight-forward description of Black Forest cake. Cally and I ate one between us a while back (well, I got 2 pieces of it). Be fair for once and pick on someone your own size!

Vila

Dear Mum,

We’re orbiting Earth now (with Avon’s little cloaking gadget running), starting to put Avon’s plan into action. This is it:

1.      I find a suitable cave (tiny airhole, no way in or out but by teleport)
2.      I install a huge picture of Anna Grant (Avon’s girl friend)
3.      We set up Avon to get arrested
4.      He holds out under interrogation till Shrinker, senior torturer, turns up
5.      He turns off his tracer and we grab them both
6.      Avon exacts his revenge and leaves Shrinker in the cave to die

I’m working on stage 1 and 2 right now. Tarrant scans for a cave, Avon teleports me there and I check it out. I’ve got the creeps almost constantly from this (two of my fears and one pet hate – darkness, claustrophobia, and cold) and I’m starting to feel like a crew-member of Voyager on an away mission. Without Seven, unfortunately. At least Avon is there with a hot drink with a slug of soma in it when I get back, and he hasn’t insulted me for days. I’m actually starting to miss it!

I’m also drawing a picture of Anna to blow up to poster size. Cally refused to do it. As Avon hasn’t got a photo or holo of her, I’m doing it like the police artists – he keeps saying, no her eyebrows are pointy like yours, make her hair a bit longer, her mouth is wider etc – and it looks a bit like one of those police efforts: a bit lifeless and not quite human. Lucky Avon hasn’t broken my e-mail encryption for over a year, or he’d say, “Just like you, Vila”. It’s getting bad when I have to invent my own Avon insults! ;-)

More later.

Vila 

Dear Mum,

Me again. We went to stage 3. Dayna implanted a tracer (like the one they tried to give me on Keezarn) in Avon’s neck. I get faint at the sight of blood so I couldn’t do it, and Cally wouldn’t. Then Avon and I went down last night and broke into Space Fleet Terra HQ. They had some lovely locks I can add to my CV, but I wasn’t allowed to sign them this time. I actually felt quite nostalgic – it was just like the good old days with Blake, cracking a Fed installation again. We put explosives in the main computer room set to go off in 30 minutes, then broke into the cafeteria. I unlocked all the dispensers and filled a bag with a few choice items (crisps and twisties etc – haven’t had those for years – and some chocolate bars for Cally). Avon could enjoy his wait with the open ice-cream dispenser. I wished him luck, then left, resetting all the door locks as I went. Dayna teleported me up and said I was lucky she’d decided to. I gave her a first pick of the junk food to mollify her, and she actually smiled and said I was quite useful sometimes.

By now they’ll have arrested Avon. Just thinking of him being interrogated brought back my memories, and I had terrible nightmares last night. Cally, who disapproves of the whole thing, said it served me right for eating so much rubbish just before bedtime.

Now we’re all on tenterhooks, on two-minute alert waiting for Avon to turn the tracer off, which is the signal Shrinker’s there.

Love, Vila 

If you happen to be down on Earth again this trip, Vila, see if you can get me some coke. I’d better specify, knowing you. I mean the drink Coca-Cola. Classic if possible.

Tarrant 

Ah-hah, that explains the dazzling white gnashers! The old ones dissolved!

Actually I’d go like a shot right now if we weren’t on standby. I’d kill for a real vinders.

Vila 

Dear Mum,

Next installment in this exciting serial. Avon turned his tracer off and we all hit the teleport bay running, me with two stiff drinks, one for Avon and one for my nerves. Cally teleported Tarrant and Dayna down to get Shrinker and Avon. Avon needed that drink too – so much so, he actually said thanks to me! To cut it short, stages 4, 5, and 6 went as planned, but when Avon got back from the cave after leaving Shrinker to die there, he said it wasn’t over and now he had to see Servalan.

Servalan eh? Ah-hah, I thought, we’re on day 12 and Avon bet 13 days on the sweepstake. Lucky I didn’t say anything - it wasn’t the time for a Vila joke. Mind you, there are a lot of people who feel it’s never the time for one. :-(

Shrinker hadn’t killed Anna. A Fed agent called Bartolomew who had been running Avon during his bank fraud had killed her. And guess what. Servalan knew who Bartolomew was.

Orac found Servalan at her new palace, and they all teleported down except for me, left all alone and worried on teleport duty. I had another stiff drink with Orac. That surly computer isn’t the best drinking companion but he’ll do in a pinch.

In short: the others gate-crashed a rebellion against Servalan run by Sula, who turned out to be both Anna and Bartolomew. You know how Avon feels about betrayal, esp. from someone he trusts. He shot her dead. Then I teleported everyone up except Avon (Servalan had his bracelet) and got blamed for that as usual. She was going to send him up as a corpse, but we got him just in time. He looked so terrible I gave him my drink.

The funny thing is, I think he’s now mourning Anna. Note to self – never betray Avon, esp. now he trusts me so much. Him being sorry after killing me won’t be much consolation.

Still, I’d like to cheer him up. So even though he deliberately went to see Servalan, I think he can win the sweep. And anyway disqualifying him might count as betrayal!

Love, Vila   

The winning number was 12 days till we met Servalan again. Avon bet 13 and wins. I bet 17 so I’m runner-up. Sorry Tarrant, you miss out by one.

Choose your three prizes, Avon, and enjoy them.

Vila