The lights aboard the station flickered with the final surge of power, though most of those who lived aboard, that were native to this universe, didn't react. A few moved closer to the windows expectantly, waiting to see what they knew would happen ( Read more... )

Avon was sitting in the bar, not so much because he felt like drinking as because he felt like thinking, and a bar was as good a place as any to do it in. He was keeping half an eye on a peculiar pair of characters sitting at a nearby table. One was a tall, flamboyant person of indeterminate sex, drinking something pink with an umbrella in it. The ( Read more... )

Avon couldn't help but think he'd fallen on his feet here - for the moment, at least. He was safe, as far as he could tell. He was in a place full of interesting and eminently exploitable technology and resources. And...no responsibilities. No rebellions, no life-or-death fights for humanity, no guilt trips, no getting shot at. In a word, no Blake ( Read more... )

Vila was running the bar tonight and things were off to a good start as far as nights go. It wasn't overly busy Vila had time to chat it up with customers and summarily ended up downing a few himself. Vila relished this place, his job, HELL he even liked Rimmer who wasn't the easiest person to get along with, not that Vila would tell the man he ( Read more... )

"...he what? How ( Read more... )

( Just the two of them again, at least for a little while... )

Data had spent a few days in the TARDIS going over the library and practicing in the music room, and he had picked it up quickly... somewhat predictably. The educated ear might note that he was combining the work of other musicians, emulating; but wasn't that how everyone learned? Even humans ( Read more... )

It was still perplexing Dayna that she hadn't found a way off the station yet. It was in fact very irritating. She knew that the Doctor was looking, but she had a feeling that he was going to take off and not come back. That's what she expected out of men like him, anyway. She was surprised that Avon had returned as often as he did ( Read more... )

“Too fast...” Hemmed in by too-hot metal. A life support capsule, or a coffin in space? If they didn't slow down, they would burn up. “Too fast,” Avon muttered, again. His head ached so much that for an instant the thought was almost appealing...the others were probably dead, or soon to be dead, anyway...with difficulty he pulled himself together ( Read more... )