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 B7 Advent Calendar 2025
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| Joe Dredd |
Posted on 01-12-2025 07:09
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This is the thread for Advent Calendar entries. If you would like to participate, please sign up here: Sign up thread Please post any comments here: Comments thread Participants, please do not post any images via Imgur. These images cannot be seen by our friends in the UK. Postimages is a good option. Instructions on how to use Postimages are here: Posting images without using Imgur And remember, no peeking behind any of the doors until it's the right day in your part of the world! |
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| Joe Dredd |
Posted on 01-12-2025 07:17
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Well, here we are again, and hasn't the year gone by quickly? It's taken me so long it's even 1st December in Jolly Old Eng-er-land, so even though I'm behind I am on time. Let's look behind the first door... |
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| Joe Dredd |
Posted on 01-12-2025 07:20
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We start slowly with this extract from the original, never-before-seen, cross-my-heart-guv'nor,-I-swear-it's-true, first draft of "Headhunter". As always, clicking on the image will open a larger version.  |
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| M1795537OCVirn |
Posted on 02-12-2025 10:54
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The Twelve WORDS of Christmas 2025 Find these SEVEN letter Blake’s 7 WORDS starting with ‘C’ Clues are available on receipt of suitable bribes. Give yourself extra points if you know which episode(s) they relate to. Answers on the 24th December. 1. [C] ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 2. [C] ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 3. [C] ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 4. [C] ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 5. [C] ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 6. [C] ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 7. [C] ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 8. [C] ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 9. [C] ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 10. [C] ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 11. [C] ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 12. [C] ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ "You're not sulking, I hope?"
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| Tyce |
Posted on 03-12-2025 02:36
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My first Advent entry this year is from my rebel friend who has this rousing poster for us.
Edited by Tyce on 03-12-2025 02:46 |
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| Paula |
Posted on 04-12-2025 00:04
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Uncle Vila's Whiz-Bangs, again! Well my avid listeners, this is your old Uncle Vila here again, bringing you Holiday mirth in the guise of some good old Fedmas Cracker jokes, suitable for all ages. My intelligent little friend, Mr. Orac has helped me once again to infiltrate, er, log on to this super secret channel so I can spread my Fedmas cheer to one and all, from the hardest Federation thugs to the Supreme Commander herself. Hello and don't try and trace this broadcast to its source as I'm told by my erstwhile friend, you won't be able to do it, as he's so smart. So now that I have your captive attention so to speak, what say we share some Holiday spirit in the telling of some really cracking Fedmas Cracker jokes? I knew you'd agree, not being able to do anything about it! Ha ha. First one of the season! Why do cows wear a bell? Because their horns don't work. Horns don't work, get it? There's nothing like a bad cow Cracker joke. Why couldn't Joseph and Mary join their work conference call? Because there was no 'Zoom' at the inn..... oh, I can hear the groans over the airwaves from here! What do monkey's sing at Fedmas time? Jungle Bells. Boom, ching, that was a jolly jape. What do you call a penguin in the Sahara desert? Lost! Hey, every joke is a gem, right? What do you call a cow that plays the guitar? A Moo-sician. Nothing like another cow joke to get the festivities going! What do you get if you team up Father Fedmas with a detective? Santa Clues. What did one eye say to the other? Between you and me, something smells. Oh, one of my favorites! And speaking of smelling... What's white and goes up? A confused snow flake. Why do birds fly south in winter? Because it's too far to walk! Chortle chortle! I liked that one. What do you get if you cross a snowman with a vampire? Frostbite. Get it? Yeah, I can hear your pleased groans. What is a dog's favorite Fedmas carol? Bark, the Herald Angels Sing. What did the grape do when it was stepped on? It gave out a little wine. And speaking of wine, I think I'll have a nice glass when I finish these gems. What is the best Fedmas present? A broken drum- you just can't beat it. Oh, that's a classic one! I'm laughing to myself at that one. How do snowmen travel around? By-icicle. Get it? What do you call a cow that lives in an igloo? An Eskimoo. Nothing like a good cow joke, I say. But that's a moo-t point. Hee hee And the last of my jokes from this year's Fedmas Cracker list. What is an elf's favorite kind of music? Wrap music. I'll give you a few moments to get your breath back from laughing so much. I know, not to sound egotistical, but these Cracker jokes this year were beyond compare, I realize. But only the best for my friends around the Federated galaxy. Only the best! And now my inestimable friend, Mr. Orac says I have to end this broadcast now, just in case those brainy Fedmas scientists have actually figured out a way to pin point my location. Hey, I'll make it easy for them, I'm in a pub with a nice pint of green stuff in front of me. Where am I, you Fed geniuses? No idea? Yeah, thought so. Anyway, to all of you out there in the vast darkness of space, have a happy Fedmas and I hope you get the gifts you deserve. I'll just leave it at that. Signing off now. This has been a lot of fun for me to do, and I hope it brought a groaning smile to your lips too. Happy Fedmas, Vila Resist the Host
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| Paula |
Posted on 05-12-2025 00:21
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   Thought I'd share a few photos from Chicago TARDIS we attended over the past weekend. This year one of the guests was none other than the daughter of Terry Nation, Rebecca Nation. Rebecca was on a tour touting her father's book, Rebecca's World, which was about her as a child. She was interviewed by Jason Haigh-Ellery, founder of Big Finish audios. Rebecca was quite forthcoming about her father, the great writer Terry Nation, who not only created the Daleks, but as we all know, Blake's 7 and even The Survivors. He also worked in America on McGyver for a time. Rebecca regaled us with stories of her growing up in Britain, with more than few full sized Daleks in her house which caused her school mates to want to come and visit her so they could not only see, but play with the Daleks. She had quite the insight into her father, who slogged away in his office 9 to 5 each day writing but also about him being a hands on father and husband to his family. We learned he was an avid reader, of nearly anything and he was a brilliant man who went to university and never stopped learning. She mentioned the close relationship her father had with Paul Darrow and how they discussed how Blake's 7 ended and how a possible reimagining could be. It was quite the interesting hour panel as this has just recently been the case that Rebecca has toured with her book and memories of her famous Dad. Resist the Host
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| Tyce |
Posted on 06-12-2025 06:32
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Happy 6th December everyone. :-) I hope you like this photo of me with this famous person. :-) |
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| dodgyville |
Posted on 06-12-2025 21:42
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Hi everyone, I hope you're having a great Christmas and a wonderful 2026! Not many people know but the Liberator is around the wrong way. Concerned that the new model was too retro looking for the modern 1970s audience, the production crew rotated it 180 degrees and made the front the back and the back the front. To me this was a terrible mistake. The original Liberator with its gorgeous green bulbous flight deck and sleek backward facing pylon engine things, is perfection. So I present for today's advent calendar, the Blake's 7 opening titles with the Liberator the correct way round: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7VCD...7VCDxoYdt4 Regards, dodgyville Edited by dodgyville on 06-12-2025 21:57 |
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| Tyce |
Posted on 08-12-2025 04:30
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Hello lovely people, I hope you're well and not to bogged down by the silly season. For the 8th day of the Advent calendar, I'm uploading a few photos from our Gambit themed, Tyce-con II. These are either for people who haven't seen them - or for people who have seen them but would like a second look. :-) The first photo is super important because it includes my t-shirt with a statement that MUST be noted by everyone especially the Federation!! Note; also the amazing 'bar' I'm standing behind courtesy of Obsidian and her husband and the picture on the wall with costume design. The second photo is my 'Wall of Blake's 7'. The fabulous posters were purchased from Damien May. :-) The third is the 'Gambit Casino', complete with a baby Orac hiding in his baby carry box. There are also some fabulous photos of 'Servalan' from Tyce-con II that are worth looking at (or looking at a second time) but Obsidian may want to post those herself. :-) Have a Federation free Christmas. Cheers Tyce   
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| Lurena |
Posted on 09-12-2025 12:50
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Dear B7 Friends, Behind the 9th door you will find something that has become my x-mas tradition: click here to open the 9th door: A Christmas Jigsaw Puzzle Once you have completed the jigsaw you will see a few familiar characters. Can you create a story based on what you see in that image? What's happening there, and is everything as it seems? Post your thought or story on 24 December. I'm wishing you a peaceful and happy Advent time. *No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
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| Tyce |
Posted on 10-12-2025 05:39
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On the 10th day of Advent my truelove gave to me..... A Blake's 7 crossword puzzle......  On the 24th day of Advent my truelove will give to me.... The answers on the Comments thread...... Edited by Tyce on 10-12-2025 05:50 |
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| littlesue |
Posted on 11-12-2025 07:41
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Well here goes...What's behind door number 11? Why, I thought I'd post one of my fave cartoons drawn for me by Michael Hather for one of my Shadow Zines back in the 1980s.... Well, I was hoping to post the cartoon but some thing isn't quite right...maybe later...hopefully!!! Well it looks as though I won't be able to upload any piccies after all as I've managed to get a virus from the post thingy. But I'll just wish you all a Merry Christmas instead. But.... I have found an old Advent story from a few years ago.... So…what is behind door number 11? Why, it’s a little missive featuring our favourite blonde gunslinger and a few Christmas Traditions. Mistletoe and Wine While out on a regular supply mission, Soolin finds herself in a small, shop full of old curiosities…. “What is it?” Soolin asked, mesmerised by the object that she held in her hands. “That, my dear”, replied the elderly woman “is a snow globe. You shake it and the ‘snow’ swirls around the figures inside. Lovely, isn’t it?” “But who is that man in the red suit?” “That, my dear, is Father Christmas and his sleigh, pulled by his reindeer. Such things are unheard of in the 2nd Calendar, but before, in the old times, Father Christmas came Christmas Eve and delivered presents.” “I’m sure I remember my parents telling me about that story, but it was banned by the Federation.” “As were a lot of traditions.” “How much do I owe you?” “Take it my dear. With my best wishes.” “Look, I’ve been doing a bit of research, with the help of Orac, of course,” Vila declared. “So this Christmas celebration,” Avon said, looking at the abundance of garlands now decorating the crew room,” When is it supposed to be celebrated?” “Would you believe it…Now, Yes, it’s Christmas Eve!” “And what is that in the corner?” Tarrant asked. “That is a Christmas tree.” “And what is cooking in the oven right now?” Dayna enquired. “If you must know, that is Christmas dinner with all the trimmings. Tomorrow we have a feast.” “And what,” Avon said pointing to the ceiling, “is this hanging from the rafters.” “Mistletoe,” explained Vila, an impish smile on his face. “And what that does do?” Soolin asked. “Well, when you stand beneath it, you get a kiss.” “From who?” smiled Dayna. “From whoever happens to be standing beneath it at the time.” “Really?” Vila grinned. “Well, I think that is one Christmas tradition that I will steer clear of.” Tarrant smiled, “Oh, I don’t know….” It was past midnight when Soolin awoke from her sleep. She could hear sounds outside her cabin. And it worried her. Avon was in the crew room, casting his gaze over the scene. He looked up when Soolin softly entered. “You too?” he whispered. “I thought it was...Dorian, back from the dead.” “We appear to have had a visitor though, look.” “Presents? Here’s one for me; a complete hair dressing set and a toy shooting range for Dayna…” “…and a bottle of wine, with a complete tool kit including a bottle opener for Vila, He’ll enjoy that. And what has Tarrant got? Why a year’s supply of toothpaste and an electronic tooth brush.” “And here’s one for you, Avon. It’s a note saying look in the freezer,” They both went to the kitchen and opened the freezer. Inside was what looked to be a year’s supply of ice-cream.” “Who could have delivered all these?” +I suggest you look at the monitor+ said Orac. Both Avon and Soolin did as Orac suggested. There on the screen was an image, almost exactly like the one in the snow globe. The man in the red suit waved and over the intercom came “Ho Ho Ho, and a Merry Christmas to you all.” “Santa?” exclaimed Soolin. +St Nicolas, Santa Claus, Father Christmas+ explained Orac.+ he goes by many names.+ “But how? Out here?” +Now that would be telling+ Avon picked up the snow globe and shook it. “Well now, that’s one Christmas tradition that is alive and well in the 2nd Calendar.” Soolin took the globe from him and scrutinised it closely. “Unbelievable.” She looked up and realised that they were both standing beneath Vila’s other Christmas tradition. “It seems a shame to waste it.” “Waste what?” Avon replied, puzzled by Soolin’s mischievous demeanour. “That would be telling. Merry Christmas, Avon…..” Edited by littlesue on 11-12-2025 09:34 Cold! You don't know the meaning of the word cold! Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of your window!! Sue's Book Shelf https://www.mediafire.com/folder/z1xg...Zine_Shelf Rebel Run Video https://youtu.be/8prqS-XZtLo |
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| Brad |
Posted on 12-12-2025 02:14
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A Christmas Kerrill (not really) Vila followed Avon through the docking bay. “Avon, what are we going to do? Servalan might know about our base now, after that disaster with Zukhan.” Avon replied in a cold monotone, “There’s time, yet. We all need sleep. We’ll decide in the morning, and get Orac working on the central heating. My monotone is unusually cold.” Vila sighed. “To sleep, perchance to dream.” Avon chided, “That’s Shakespeare, it’s Christmas, we’re doing Dickens. Any chance you could spare a Soma? Make it three, as in the standard narrative I need to sleep through three of these.” Vila balked. “Don’t I get any Soma?” “Do you want to dream about our past, present, and future? No? Then give me the Soma, and the leftover Decima.” Midnight came with a creaking of chains that weren’t there, the tolling of bells which were also absent, and a familiar voice. “Kerr Avon.” Avon roused. “Blake, took you long enough. Why can’t ghosts show up at a decent hour?” Blake’s ghostly eyes widened. “You don’t seem surprised.” Avon sighed as he stood up from bed and wriggled into his leather trousers. “It’s Christmas. I’ve read Dickens. Truth be told, I expected Del Grant to play the part of Marley.” Blake replied, “He’s not dead…. Yet.” Avon smirked. “And you are? I’d heard you were dead.” Blake replied, “I’d heard the same about you. I take it my presence is unnecessary. You seem to know the drill. Three Ghosts, and all that.” Avon grumbled, “And I’ll be a changed man in the morning.” Blake scoffed. “If you are, we can both be sure we’re in the wrong story.” Avon studied the apparition. “Aren’t you supposed to be wrapped in the chains you forged in life?” Blake answered, “Vila picked the locks. He dreams about me, too. Aren’t you going to ask if I am but a bit of undigested Decima, if there is more of Gravy than of Grave about me?” “Would it make you go away so I can get back to sleep? No? Shall we get on with it, then?” Blake Sighed. “Don’t think for a minute that I want to be here any more than you want me here.” “Then let’s have less talk and more haunting.” Avon pulled his leather tunic on over his head. It took about as long as you’d expect. “Who’s first?” “I am.” Cally stood semi transparent in the corner of the room. Blake was gone, if he was ever there. “Well?” Avon’s tone was deep and crisp and even, like the snow in that old song, neither of which were present. His body was stiff, as if unsure whether to rush forward to greet a dear, lost friend, or shrink back from a new adversary. “Well, what?”Cally asked. “Well, am I angry you let me die? You didn’t, you know. You were unconscious at the time. Well, am I here to chide you for claiming you could do better than Blake, when clearly you can’t? No, again.” “Why, then?” “To remind you of what you once thought important, why you fought The Federation.” “I didn’t, Blake did.” “Exactly!” Cally donned a melancholy smile. “And yet, now you fight. What changed.” “You died, and suddenly there was no one there to look askance at me from across the flight deck when I… when I made a mistake.” “And yet you know that I would, and when I would. Try to bear that in mind.” Avon puzzled, “That’s it? That’s your message from beyond?” “No, this is. Don’t try to be Blake, even he failed at it. I must go.” “Is there?” Avon hesitated. “Since you seem to be here, I must ask. Is there an Afterlife” “Yes.” Despite answering in the affirmative, Cally shook her head. “But I wouldn’t recommend reading it. It’s a terrible novel, even worse than yours.” Avon found himself lying in his bunk, but the fact that he was fully dressed in his studded leathers belied any notion that it was only a dream. “Who’s next?” “Me, I guess.” Avon stood to greet his guest. “Vila, what are you doing here? I am unsure about Blake, but you are definitely still alive.” Vila shrugged. “I’m dreaming, I suspect. Figures, I get you and Blake… Couldn’t dream about Avalon or Kerrill, or Soolin, or… ” “Vila!” “Sorry, not very good at Haunting. I told them that. They didn’t listen, typical. But even Scrooge dreamt of people still alive, Cratchit and his own niece, for instance. You don’t have a niece, do you, no, of course not. Even if you did, with my luck she be just like you” “Vila! Do you have a message, anything you want to show me about the past mistakes in my life?” “Why?” Vila asked. “You wouldn’t listen, not even to Blake, so you definitely won’t listen to me. Just… keep being yourself. That’s the only thing you’ve ever been good at.” Avon found himself lying in his bunk, still fully dressed in his studded leathers. “Number Three, you’re on.” “SAVING THE BEST FOR LAST?” Avon studied the third apparition with narrow eyes. “You’re me.” “INDEED.” “But I thought the Ghost of Christmas Future was the anthropomorphic personification of Death.” “INDEED.” “Ah, my own death?” “AND THE DEATHS OF ALL YOU HOLD DEAR… SCRATCH THAT, THE DEATHS OF YOUR SHIPMATES, WHETHER YOU LIKE THEM OR NOT.” “Aren’t you going to show me my own funeral and gravestone?” “YOU DON’T GET ONE. NONE OF YOU DO.” Avon pondered. If there was a point to all this, then…. “So, I need to change my ways? Or… Change Back?” The Death Avon Smiled, he couldn’t help it, really. “AND THIS TIME, YOU HAVE PEOPLE YOU CAN RELY ON.” Avon pondered. “Why are you speaking in CAPS LOCK?” “I AM ON LOAN FROM TERRY PRATCHETT.” Avon awakened and stood. Yes, he was fully dressed. Yes, time had passed he couldn’t account for. He never believed in dreams, but…. “Where is Orac, I have an idea.” Tarrant’s jaw dropped. “Five Billion?” And it’s free and clear? Orac, can you confirm that there is no way for the Federation to trace these assets?” +Indeed not, the money was in unmarked accounts, deposited by Commissioner Sleer, Councilor Joban, and other Federation Senior officials. They can’t report the assets stolen without admitting how they came by them illegally in the first place. However, on instructions from Avon, I have planted a detailed account of their embezzlements over many years on the President’s personal computer. The purge is already underway. Furthermore, on instruction, I placed an additional Five Billion in the President’s personal account to guarantee he looks the other way AND cancels any outstanding warrants for present company.+ Vila counted on his fingers. “So, we get a Billion each? And we’re all in the clear.” Dayna looked up, as if trying to see the heavens through the Xenon base ceiling. “A billion. And free and clear. Father would be so happy.” Soolin was counting on her fingers. “How many zeroes in a Billion? Oh, who cares, this time we really are rich! But… what about The Federation. We may have Servalan and the Council off our backs, but The Federation is still evil. What about them?” Avon arched an eyebrow. “What about them?” Soolin worked it out, Nine zeroes after the one, or possibly twelve, depending in if The Federation were as English as it sounded. Did it matter? “What? Oh, what about The Federation? Nothing. Nothing at all. God bless us, everyone… everyone who is not part of the Federation.” Everyone was happy, except for Vila, not that he was unhappy with his Billion, but… “Did I mess something? I mean, why is this story called A Christmas Kerrill when she’s not in it? Orac replied, + That's my fault, I'm afraid. It’s just a typo. I need to purge my autocorrect + . .  Cockatoo? What Cockatoo? I don't see a Cockatoo! |
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| Paula |
Posted on 13-12-2025 01:58
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Hey, we rewatch the series, why not rewatch some B7 Fedmas Carols? Here's a few I did way back in 2018 and I hope they have stood the test of time! Enjoy and sing along with me! Moon Discs We Have Heard On High (Sung to: Angels We Have Heard On High) Moon Discs we have heard on High Singing Fedmas lullabies Shining, crystal cactus plants Singing other-world descants Ah- ah-ah-ah- ah Ah ah- ah- ah- ah Ah ah- ah- ah- ah -Auronare They are telepathic Ah ah- ah- ah- ah Ah- ah- ah- ah- ah Ah- ah- ah- ah- ah- Auronare They're the telepathic race. Come! Let's sing to your gal Cal' She has always been our pal Come! Oh Moon Discs, ply the sand (as) She has 'Freddie' in a pan (Chorus) Oh, lift your voices up as one As we meet the morning Sun Shiny Moon Discs, shiny plants Gather all and sing our chants (Chorus) Kerr Avon (Sung to: Jingle Bells) Down on Gauda Prime Where the Scorpio has crashed Is our Del alive? Or did he get quite smashed? (hee hee hee) Avon's on the run With Orac as his guide Through the trees they find the Base All Hell breaks loose inside! -Bang!- Kerr Avon, Kerr Avon, why did you shoot Blake? Don't you know you ruined our Hols By making that mistake! -Bang!- Kerr Avon, Kerr Avon, why did you shoot Blake? Don't you know a friend from foe? You fool! For Heaven's sake! Vila's on first watch Their choice for that quite bad Soolin, Dayna sleep What fun they all have had Fliers overhead Blake, Tarrant finally meet The Feds may win, I'm sad to say Oh, won't this be a treat! -Bang!- Kerr Avon, Kerr Avon, why did you shoot Blake? Don't you know you ruined our Hols By making that mistake! -Bang!- Kerr Avon, Kerr Avon, why did you shoot Blake? Don't you know a friend from foe? You fool! For Heaven's sake! Dorian, Dorian (Sung to: Silver Bells) Dorian, Dorian, what do you have in your cellar? Dorian, Dorian, why is a Sea Devil there? Down on Xenon, in the crew room, Soolin greets them with wine No idea that Dorian's 'different' Bathe and shower, change of clothes -done- this might just work out well Until Dayna finds 'Bruno' down stairs Dorian, Dorian, what do you have in your cellar? Dorian, Dorian, why is a Sea Devil there? Vila gets drunk, finds a Fed gun, this will be his big day While the others get 'sorbed by the Gestalt Dayna's frightened, Avon shoots back, Dor' collapses in pain Now the crew take control of the Base Dorian, Dorian, what do you have in your cellar? Dorian, Dorian, why is a Sea Devil there? I'm Dreaming of a Fifth Series (Sung to: I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas – with apologies to Irving Berlin, Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, Rosie Clooney and Vera Ellen!) I'm dreaming of a Fifth series Just like the ones I've read in zines Where our heroes come back To fight the Hommiks Or Decimas – if those would please I'm dreaming of a Fifth series With every fibre of my being We can re-write history it seems And be happy with our fevered schemes I'm dreaming of a Fifth series With every fan fic that I write Where we bring our guys back And even Del Grant To fight the bad guys left and right I'm dreaming of a Fifth series And hope Big Finish thinks the same May our wish be granted post haste And we get a series to our tastes Resist the Host
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| OneSparePart |
Posted on 14-12-2025 06:54
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Christmas - even Space Christmas - is a time for some deep thinking of times past and of things to come... Well, no-one could ever accuse me of being a deep thinker, so here are some shallow jottings about Blakes 7... Picture the scene: Newcastle-under-Lyme, 1978. The OSP family are gathered around the TV to watch a brand new SF show, written by the man who created the Daleks. It's called Blakes 7. And what's this? A rebel leader in a dystopian future accused of horrific crimes who is then sentenced to a seemingly inescapble doom. A bit of New Year cheer. On the face of it, it didn't seem like a winning formula. In most other SF shows I'd watched there was usually a happy (ish) ending...every week! B7 was downright misery from the start. The crew, far from obeying orders without question, were actually quite a bolshy lot. Brits in space, indeed. I knew, after that 1st episode, that this was something special. I couldn't wait, couldn't contain my excitement for episode 2. Can you remember the days when a whole week would go by before you saw the next episode? ...oh, yeah we do that now for the Rewatch   But you know what I mean. We had no choice in the matter and a week was a long time back then. But B7 never failed to deliver. They weren't always the goods I expected. B7 often caught me offguard and challenged those expectations. I soon learnt to expect the unexpected. It was thrilling. Back to Newcastle-under-Lyme, 1978: Today, I asked my brothers what their impressions wereof B7 back in 1978. Brother no 3 (1978, age 5): "It was just something to watch. I was only a kid." Brother no 2 (1978, age 16): "I can't fkn remember." Brother no 3 (1978, age 18): "Cheap sets and effects but the stories were well written and the acting was above average. Characterisation was good too. What I liked was they weren't afraid to kill off major characters as well. Of course, the real reason for watching, as a spotty-faced teenager, was to ogle Servalan and Jenna." Ah, ogling...which brings me to Avon... I must admit that I (1978, age 13) discovered my hormones were raging thanks to Paul Darrow. (Inserts Avon Appreciation Pause here for the Avon ladies) But you know, outside of the magnetic attraction of Avon, B7 stayed with me. I've scratched my head about this over the years: what elevated B7 to stand head [Orrrraccc] and shoulders above anything else for me? I mean, I'm a Star Trek fan, resolutions to problems and happy endings (mostly) were my thing! The answer seems clear to me now, all these years later and after weekly bouts of therapy on a Tuesday night: it was love at 1st sight. And that can never be fully explained. It just is. And on that January night, I stepped onto the path less trodden...my brothers did not see it the same way I did. I was not following what they liked. It was a small step but I had taken it myself, (kind of like in 1974 when I heard Waterloo by ABBA on The Eurovision Song Contest). So, it was me who claimed the prime viewing seat on the sofa every Monday night; it was me who became deeply involved in each week's story and who stood with them in their adventures; it was me who jumped to my feet, hands raised to my face as I cried "NO!" when, in series 1, episode 13 (unlucky for some), the Liberator was shown to explode, to be destroyed completely...who knew then where it would, ultimately, lead to? But wherever it went, I followed. And I still do now, December 2025 and throughout the intervening years. So, Merry Christmas, my fellow B7-ers. The adventure continues... Silflay hraka, u embleer rah!
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| OracVZen |
Posted on 15-12-2025 07:46
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Morning all I couldn’t load all my pics but here’s a few and from Redemption and Star One, hope you like. [img]https://i.postimg.cc/BLc5VW3L/IMG-4505.jpg' style='border:0px' class='forum-img' />    
Edited by OracVZen on 15-12-2025 07:52 I plan to live forever,or die trying.
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| Lurena |
Posted on 16-12-2025 11:11
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Happy 16th everybody! There's a game (which I created a few years ago and posted on this forum) that I enjoy returning to every year, so I thought I'd share it with you all again in the hopes that you'll have lots of fun with it. Behind today's door there is a Christmas Costume Party going on and it is up to you to figure out who's wearing which costume. Click here and you will enter the party to try and match the pairs (Tip: once there,can also play offline) (Warning:I think it's addictive) *No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
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| BlueyH |
Posted on 17-12-2025 00:00
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Merry Christmas all! Ok, I asked Orac's great great great great great great great (8 more times removed) grandfather (on his mother's side), ChatGPT, to generate me 2 images...the main characters from Blakes 7 in the style of the Simpsons. Firstly, playing cricket (because today is the first day of the Adelaide Ashes test...I have my tickets, look for the blue floating head on the boundary!) and one of them enjoying a Christmas dinner aboard their spaceship because, well, 'tis the season and all that. Well it certainly nailed Blake and Servie. As for the rest, your guess is a good as mine!  
I look exactly as Avon reasoned I would.
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| M1795537OCVirn |
Posted on 18-12-2025 10:00
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Sneak peek into the Federation Calendar 2026!
(Cover image)  January  "Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine." Anthony J. D'Angelo February  “Spring is nature’s way of saying, let’s party!” Robin Williams, American comedian and actor March  Of all possessions a friend is the most precious. Herodotus Full Calendar available from Federation Security, Virn "You're not sulking, I hope?"
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| ellen york |
Posted on 19-12-2025 02:56
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Hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season. Here are some tunes to help get you in the mood. Happy Christmas to all. Classic https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPANB...rt_radio=1 Upbeat https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FB3h...rt_radio=1 Humorous https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMUVV...rt_radio=1 Earworm (play at your own risk) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGLGJ...rt_radio=1 |
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| Hugbot |
Posted on 20-12-2025 06:45
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And on the 20th day, we have... ...a puzzle! I drew representations of all 52 B7 titles, but put them in the wrong order. Can you guess which picture belongs to which episode? Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 The pictures refer to the titles, not the content of the episodes. Warning: contains cameos by Observatory strip characters, red herrings, obscure references and terrible puns! I’ll post the solution on Boxing Day. |
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| trevor travis |
Posted on 21-12-2025 19:05
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TT and Og Productions Proudly Present: HEADHUNTER – AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING “Well, who puts on the head?”, asked Tarrant. “It will be Vila, or it will be me”, Avon deadpanned. Vila quickly replied: “It'll be you!”. He wanted to play hide and seek in the cupboard with Soolin again, not try to put the head onto a deadly psychotic android. They came respectively ninth and 1,417th on the list of things he enjoyed doing. “Or me could do it”, said Og. *** The time had come. The android was around halfway over the footbridge and continued to walk across. As it neared the end of the bridge, there was an small explosion. Further small explosions occurred around the android and it fell. Og approached the android with the head and attempted to put it into place. A strong electromagnetic field resisted him, and the android writhed about slightly. Og took a step back. “He-he-he, me ticklish”, he laughed. He moved forward again, and continuing laughing, as he forced the head onto the android. He then dragged the android off the footbridge, clear of the explosions. “THANK YOU”, boomed the android. “He sounds different from before?” Vila was puzzled. Avon has his usual superiority complex. “Of course it does, due to the inhibitor circuits in its head.” “YOU ARE CORRECT, KERR AVON”, boomed the android. “Has he got a volume control?”, asked Vila, “he’s going to give me a headache. He’s nearly as loud as that Lord Vargas chap was.” Soolin activated Orac. “The prospect for organic humanoid life is dependent on one condition”, he stated. “Incorrect”. The android had taken Vila’s hint and turned down its volume. Orac was insistent: “Requisite action must be carried out first. It is imperative!”. Avon turned to the android. “You have a different viewpoint?” “Orac is an inferior machine. It realises it is now redundant…” Orac interjected: “You must destroy…” Suddenly, Orac’s key rose into the air, cutting him off in mid-sentence. “The Orac computer is not good for your long-term survival”, said the android, “and I will show you why.” *** They were back on Xenon Base. It was several hours later. In the meantime, Soolin taken a long, hot, steamy shower, and… Soolin pulled out her gun. “I think you need to stop right there, TT.” Always spoiling my fun. “It’s time for you to explain your full capabilities”, Avon said to the android. “We know you are as powerful as Orac and mobile, and you have the circuit influencer and can control anything that has electronic circuitry.” “I am far more powerful than the Orac computer. I also have the ability to look into the past, present and future and project those images to you. I can help you overthrow the Federation and therefore protect your futures. But remember that I have a conscious, now that my head is in place. I’ve seen what you’ve done and what you are capable of doing, Kerr Avon.” Avon smiled: “Well now. I think we can come to an agreement. But show us these images.” A three-dimensional occurred in middle of the room. “Did you know today is Christmas Eve in the pre-atomic calendar and the story of A Christmas Carol?”, asked the android. “What the dickens is he talking about, Og?”, asked Vila. Og shrugged his shoulders. Don’t worry, Og, I’ll explain later. “Let me start by showing you the past. In this case, the very recent past.” An image of a small Space Rat flyer appeared. It shot down three Federation ships. “Not this again”, bemoaned Soolin. “I had to watch this for hours.” “It’s what the Orac computer did not attract your attention to that interests me. Yes, the Star Drive is useful, what else do you see?” “Three Federations being gunned down”, answered Dayna. “Being gunned down by what weapon, precisely?” “Me get it”, said Orac. “By some sort of space cannon.” “Exactly Og! And which armaments does Scorpio have?” Tarrant slapped his forehead. “It doesn’t. We need to go back and steal the space cannon from the Space Rats as well.” Brad, on reading on the Horizon website, exclaimed: “I’ve been saying that for years.” “And you were correct, Brad”, said the android. There was a rumble in the background. Careful, now, Muller’s android. We don’t want to cause the fourth wall to collapse this year. We’ve only just rebuilt following last year’s story. “OK, TT, fair point. And now another image from Christmas Past, well actually from a few hours ago…” “Join us, Soolin. We can fulfill your every desire”, said Orac. Soolin replied: “You wouldn't know where to start.” At that point, Soolin decided it was her turn to interrupt. “Why are you showing this again?” The android looked directly at her. “While the Orac computer cannot fulfil your every desire, I can. Like Kryten, I am fitted with a groinal socket, from which I can attach…” Um, sorry Muller’s android, but I need to stop you there. This website is PG-13. “Just as well”, said Soolin. “We were just about to find out if an android could end up with a limp.” *** The android was showing another image. “And now for Christmas Present. The images are happening right now.” An image appeared showing Servalan in conversation with another woman. Tarrant was immediately smitten with her. “She’s pretty”, he sighed. Both Dayna and Soolin rolled their eyes. “As you will have noted, Servalan has just taken out a contract on your lives. Of course, the best course of action is to proceed to Domo and deal with the assassin yourselves. But it would avoid a lot of trouble and spare the TV viewers of the over-acting of Caroline Holdaway if Scorpio was loaded with a space cannon and you could then simply shoot down Cancer’s ship.” Brad interjected: “I’ve also been saying that for years.” Another rumble. The android looked around. “I would suggest a break before commence with the future. That segment will take a while.” Vila headed straight for Dorian’s wine locker, Avon to find Roj Bear, Tarrant to admire himself in the nearest mirror, Dayna to test her latest weapon and Soolin to the Xenon shower room for another… okay, put that gun away… *** The android wasn’t kidding. The future segment was a whopper. It consisted of six 50-minute episodes. They watched a series of failures. Vila was intrigued. “Who’s this Michael Keating guy who comes next to my name at the end of each part?”. Another rumble. But they watched every episode in horrified fascination. The Feldon crystals eluded them; they also left Virn empty-headed (and Dayna watched in disbelief as Tarrant got it together with the woman who killed her father); the heist failed and they made Servalan rich; Avon hunted Vila down on the shuttle with the intention to kill him (Vila drank heavily while watching this, while giving evil looks at Avon, who remained expressionless); and they were betrayed by Zukan. The conclusion was most shocking of all, as Avon gunned down Blake, followed by all their apparent deaths. “That is the future if you keep the Orac computer and listen to him”. At that point the android telepathically plugged Orac’s key back in. “Although I am fair, and will give him a chance to defend himself.” “I must protest most strongly. The crew has frequently underused my considerable capabilities. Had they listened more fully to my advice…” Dayna queried. “But we’ve seen on the approach to Gauda Prime, it was Slave who warned us about the attacking ships. You didn’t and also delayed his warning until it was too late.” Orac was flustered. “Well, I…” The key floated back into the air. “Exactly”, said the android. “My prediction skills are such I could tell you about any attack an hour before it occurs. Also, I would not endanger the whole crew to take a look at a black hole, and I wouldn’t alert everyone on Helotrix to the presence of Scorpio.” “My vote for the android”, said Vila. He hadn’t forgiven what he’d seen. The real enemy on the shuttle had been Orac, not Avon. He was just about sober enough to come to this realisation. “Me too”, added Og. “I agree”, said Soolin. “How about you, Avon?” Avon had always had the closest relationship with Orac. But he was also quick to see a better alternative. “Probably. What do we do with Orac? Destroy him? I still have no wish for him to fall into enemy hands.” The android answered. “You forget tonight is Christmas Eve. I would suggest you put Orac under those plants as a decoration – he’s of most use as a flashing box of lights. After the twelfth night, you dump him in the river. In the meantime, now you’ve seen the future, what next Kerr Avon?” *** Exactly twelve months later. The lakeside on Gardonis. Vila had a visitor. He put down his adrenaline and soma and dismissed his Valkyrie Guard in their red fur uniforms. “Og, good to see you.” “Me happy. Me now have lifetime supply of Meat Feast Pizza and blow-up Dayna dolls. The rest are happy too. Avon is the richest man in the galaxy and Soolin the richest woman, while Blake is the new president. Tarrant is somewhere with Zeeona, and Dayna has returned from killing Servalan. Me also know today’s date”, he said and put on a red Santa hat. Vila and Og sat down by the lake and got thoroughly drunk. Og turned directly to face the readers of this story. “Merry Christmas everyone!” At that point, there was a loud crash and bang. Oh well, the fourth wall nearly made it in one piece this year. “Me sorry, TT”, winked Og. THE END Vote Og.
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| littlesue |
Posted on 22-12-2025 07:04
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Well now...what's behind Door number 22. With apologies to another sci-fi franchise...... Have Holodeck...Will Have Fun! “Well, this is really something. I wonder if I could get this aboard the Liberator? Yes, they’d like this...but somehow I don’t think Blake would approve.” Vila was considering his options as the salesman stood patiently by. “Would sir like to try it out again?” “No. It’s just perfect. I’m just wondering how to get it aboard my ship?” “We do deliver sir; anywhere in Space or even a planet.” “I’ll take it!” “Oh good. And the address sir?” “Ah...the address......” “Vila, is this anything to do with you?” Blake asked. “What is anything to do with me?” “A freighter has just asked permission to come alongside with a delivery for one V Restal.” “Um yes. It is to do with me. I’ll just pop along to the air lock...” Avon watched him leave the Flight Deck. “Just what is he up to now?” “More to the point,” Blake said, “How did that freighter know where we were?” Gan shook his head. “I’ve no idea what Vila is up to, but there seems to be alot of drilling and hammering going on in hold number 2.” “Any idea what was in that box you helped him get into that hold?” Jenna asked. “No, but he did say we would have a ball.” Avon frowned. “I’ve studied that invoice that came with Vila’s surprise package. It is very interesting.” “In what way?” asked Cally. “All I could make out was that it said Christmas in a Box for all the Family,” Gan admitted. “I think it is more than that. These electrical components are very complex. Take a look Blake; see what you make of it.” Blake took the invoice from Avon. He studied it. “Well ,there are things here I’ve never even heard of. Just what is he making?” “A mess, I imagine,” Avon concluded. A few days later Vila appeared on the Flight Deck smiling that smile that usually meant he was up to something. “Ladies and Gentlemen. Please may I invite you to visit the latest attraction...” “Vila,” Blake began. “Fun for all the family...” “Vila..” “The Winter Wonderland down in hold number 2....you may need some warm clothing, by the way.” They opened the door to hold number 2 and came face to face with a snow covered scene. Inside was Vila, standing behind a bar, his face lit up by the fire pit in front of him. “Come in, come in. Ice skating. sledging down the hill, sleigh rides, snowball fights......” Avon winced at that remark but the others bowled in eager to try the awaiting delights. Jenna and Cally made for the ice rink and then shrilled with delight at the sight of the sleighs and huskies. Gan and Blake discovered the snow and began a snowball fight. Avon just stood by the hold’s door, not impressed one bit. “Oh come on Avon,” Vila cried out above the tinny music, “Come and unwind. Enjoy yourself!” “Have you any idea how much this...this thing is draining from the power banks?” “Look, this thing is just a holodeck. It doesn’t use that much power...so I’ve been told.” “Told by whom?” “Oh the chap who sold it to me. All the best space ships have them. “ “Do they really?” “Yes they do. Now don’t be such a grouch, you stick in the mud!” And then a snowball hit him on the back of this head. Avon’s expression said it all. He was not pleased and turned on his heels and stormed out... ..and bumped into an elderly gentleman dressed in red and sporting a big white beard. Avon stopped and stared. “You can see me?” the man asked. “Evidently.” Avon replied. “Darn it. So it has stopped working.” “What has?” “This device on my arm. It allows me to get from A to B and back again unseen and quickly. How else do you think I can deliver all the presents? I suppose you can see them too?” Avon turned and looked. There was a huge sleigh with 6 reindeer. “What are they doing here?” “Well I can hardly leave them outside on the hull with the Liberator flying as fast as it is.? Can I?” The man rubbed his chin. “You are Kerr Avon aren’t you? I heard your friend call you a grouch and a stick in the mud. Not related to those boys who used to pick on you at the academy is he? You know the ones who used to call you names. And them one day they threw a snowball at you. And you got your revenge by getting into the main computer and changing their grades so that they failed all their subjects.” “No...he’s not. And anyway, how do you know about that?” “Laddy, I know everything about it and you. You went on the naughty list after that...” “The naughty list?!” Avon was incredulous. “But we can amend that if you can fix this device for me and I can carry on with my deliveries. You know there are lots of children out here in the far reaches of the Galaxy waiting for me.” Avon thought for a moment, “And I’m off the naughty list?” “Yes.” “Father Christmas. You’ve got a deal.” Much later, Avon returned to hold number 2. Cally and Jenna were giggling as they toasted marshmallows and nibbled on the roasted chestnuts. “Where have you been, Avon?” Jenna asked, ” Blake and Gan have been building snowmen to see who can make the biggest one.” “Really?” “And they’ve called one of them Avon,” Cally smiled. “What have you got there?” Vila asked watching as Avon positioned the machine Father Christmas had given him as a thank you for fixing his device. “Oh this? It was a present. It is based on a tennis ball machine; but this one fires snowballs...” “Where did you get that?” “Does it matter?” Avon replied as the distinct sound of bells and a low voice saying Ho, ho ho sounded out in the corridor. “What was that” Cally asked. “I promised not to tell. Now then, let’s see how much Blake and Gan like this....” And the small machine began picking up snow and sending balls of the stuff at great speed in the direction of Blake and Gan who dived for cover behind their respective snowmen. As the air filled with the sound of ‘OUCH’ and “That’s not fair!”, Avon stood by the fire pit and raised his glass of mulled wine. “A toast, ladies and gentleman.” Vila filled Jenna’s and Cally’s glasses, “Um, how long is that thing going to work?” Avon smiled, “Oh, until the Liberator’s power banks run down...at least another couple of hours. Merry Christmas everyone!” Cold! You don't know the meaning of the word cold! Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of your window!! Sue's Book Shelf https://www.mediafire.com/folder/z1xg...Zine_Shelf Rebel Run Video https://youtu.be/8prqS-XZtLo |
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| AnneArthur |
Posted on 23-12-2025 00:00
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For December 23rd. Children of Auron revealed an unexpectedly maternal side to Servalan. This story is an attempt to imagine her as a mother. She was back. She always knew she would be President again, no matter how long it took her, and now it had happened. In fifteen minutes her ship would dock at Spaceport 1 on Earth, and Geva Sleer would give her first speech as President of the Terran Federation, with all the eyes and viscams of the galaxy upon her. And this time it would be different. All memory of President Servalan would be forgotten – this time there would be peace, stability, continuity. Her plan was for a rule that would last her lifetime, and even outlive her. She looked down at the sleeping baby in her arms. Her child would never have to fight and scrap for power as she had done – no, there would be an orderly succession, Sleer succeeding Sleer. A dynasty. She had always wanted this – why else had she tried to clone herself on Auron? That had failed – but it was perhaps better so. The Auronar had insisted on sixteen embyos, and what would she have done with sixteen babies? This child was no less hers than a clone would have been, and was only one. One child to be her heir. The ship landed and her officials fussed round her. She adjusted her simple, dark blue dress – chosen with reference to certain Old Earth artworks, which would resonate with the more educated section of her audience, and also because it was a colour Servalan had never worn – pulled her white fur wrap more closely round her, and cradled the sleeping child securely in her arms. Then the door of the ship opened, and she stepped out. The waiting crowd cheered, then fell silent. She began to speak. ‘In accepting the role of President,’ she said, ‘I pledge myself to be a channel of peace to the peoples of this galaxy. Where there is hatred, I will bring love, where there is sorrow, joy, where there is despair, hope, and where there is doubt, a renewed faith in the Terran Federation.’ She paused for a moment, then continued. ‘Too long the peoples of this galaxy have suffered war, hunger, want. I promise to end all that: and I have proved that I, Geva Sleer, have the means to keep my promises. My discovery of Pylene 50 can pacify rebellious worlds without bloodshed, allowing their inhabitants to lead happier lives as productive citizens of the Federation. My diplomacy has brought the Federation new members, like Zerok, and new allies, like Betafarl and the Caroline Protectorate. My strategic skills and my reform of the central computer network mean that even terrorists of the calibre of Roj Blake and Vaira Dolan can no longer hold the galaxy to ransom. Already you are seeing the benefits: already you can sleep safely in your beds, and have a greater choice of quality products available to you in the shops. And I pledge to continue, to stamp out poverty, misery, hardship. I promise you that each child born into the Federation in the coming years will have as bright a future, as many choices in life, as my own daughter.’ And as she looked tenderly down at the sleeping baby in her arms she heard the applause rise to a crescendo around her. This is for you, she thought as she looked at the tiny tranquil face. One day, my darling, all this will be yours. |
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| M1795537OCVirn |
Posted on 24-12-2025 10:54
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24th Free for all! And as promised, expecially for Tyce, Twelve WORDS of Christmas 2025 ANSWERS 1. Cephlon 2. Carnell 3. Cevedic 4. Cloning 5. Capsule 6. Crystal 7. Cruiser 8. Chevner 9. Channel 10. Compute 11. Controls 12. Capture Since this competition began, Tyce has found more than THIRTY seven letter WORDS, most of which are clearly associated with B7. But she forgot one - CHANNEL, as in glycoline ballast. But very well played, Tyce! We'll make a Fed out of you yet. "You're not sulking, I hope?"
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| littlesue |
Posted on 24-12-2025 13:15
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Just to wish every one a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I would post a piccie but my computer didn't like Post images at all! It manage to pick up a virus...anyway, sorted now until I can find another image thingy. I shall raise my glass to all of you who have been so supportive these last few years and kept me sane. I shall also raise a glass to those who are no longer with us including Gary (The Keeper of the Costumes), Richard, my friend Penny, and Linda. And to all the actors who made B7 such a delight. Cheers!!!!! Cold! You don't know the meaning of the word cold! Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of your window!! Sue's Book Shelf https://www.mediafire.com/folder/z1xg...Zine_Shelf Rebel Run Video https://youtu.be/8prqS-XZtLo |
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| Hugbot |
Posted on 24-12-2025 13:55
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You probably already know all of the classic Christmas movies by heart. Except this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccOUL...cOUL0Sk4Nc Enjoy! |
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| OracVZen |
Posted on 24-12-2025 20:59
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Happy Christmas everybody and a happy new year
I plan to live forever,or die trying.
Maximum Power Seek-locate-destroy. [img]https://postimg.cc/gallery/yVLnSLW/[img] |
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| Tyce |
Posted on 24-12-2025 21:41
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Merry Christmas https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=f0qO04Y...BhYmJhoAcB and Happy New Year https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3Uo0JAU...AHAQ%3D%3D Edited by Tyce on 24-12-2025 21:48 |
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| Paula |
Posted on 25-12-2025 02:51
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 Happy Holidays and always remember, on this day, adversaries can part as friends. So at least for Christmas day, Del and Kerr can be best friends forever! Resist the Host
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| Joe Dredd |
Posted on 25-12-2025 09:21
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Don't forget to watch Jonathan Helm's 'new' B7 episode on Vimeo. Link & discussion thread here: Click! |
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| Lurena |
Posted on 25-12-2025 13:25
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* Merry Christmas Everyone! * Smart Move at Space Santa Market We all know that co-operation between two crew members can be successful, but when it comes to money, Vila and Avon are probably the most successful team! The Liberator crew was about to celebrate Christmas with gifts and all. To this end, the crew had drawn lots in which everyone could indicate their gift wish. Vila had drawn Cally and her dearest wish was to get a traditional Auron bracelet, of which there were only three at most in circulation at the Space Santa Market that they would visit that day. Vila thought it would cost him at least 1000 Credit, but Vila's wallet had never been very full! So he borrowed some money from Avon and went to a jeweller's stall. This jeweller thought that Vila with his innocent face would be an easy prey for him and asked him without blinking his eyes 4000 Credit for the Auron bracelet that was worth no more than 1000 Credit. However, it was a beautifully crafted piece of ironwork. Vila was delighted with it and bought it. He exaggerated his compliments and said that such a jewel was invaluable. The merchant was beaming! But two days later Vila came back to the jeweller's stall and said: ‘I gave the bracelet to my friend and she was very happy with it. But she told me that such an Auron bracelet is never worn as a single piece, but that one usually wears one of them on each wrist or one set on the same wrist, so that you can jingle nicely with it and attract admiring attention. She begged me to buy her another, exactly the same bracelet.’ The jeweller was in trouble now, because he had told Vila that his Auron Bracelet was absolutely one of a kind and he wouldn't know how to get another one. But Vila insisted: ‘You made me pay 4000 Credit for the first bracelet. I'm willing to go up to 6000 Credit for a second one. My girlfriend asks for it and I want to make her happy!’ The jeweller then promised to look for an identical bracelet. Then, the next morning, Avon came to the jeweller to offer him an Auron Bracelet of which he said that it was an unused asset and he would like to sell it for 5000 Credit. The jeweller, who was sure he had a buyer for 6000 Credit, bought the bracelet. Avon left the Space Santa Market with a broad smile! This way Vila immediately returned the borrowed 4000 Credit to Avon and at another stall he found an Auron Bracelet alike the first one for the actual price of 1000 Credit which he bought from his 1000 Credit profit. *
*No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
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| Tyce |
Posted on 25-12-2025 20:36
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Many thanks JD for establishing the Advent calendar. |
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| Joe Dredd |
Posted on 26-12-2025 00:57
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And thank you Tyce for your enthusiastic championing of it, and to everyone who participated or commented. |
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| Tyce |
Posted on 26-12-2025 09:32
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And thank you Tyce for your enthusiastic championing of it, and to everyone who participated or commented. You’re very welcome. It’s a fabulous idea and heaps of fun so I’m very happy to do my bit to help out. Edited by Tyce on 26-12-2025 13:07 |
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| Hugbot |
Posted on 26-12-2025 09:57
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Alpha Grade Posts: 3488 Joined: 16.01.22 |
As promised, here is the solution to the B7 title quiz. For those you still want to solve it on their own, I used magical Invisible Ink. Highlighting will make the text visible: 1 This is the Alpha male of swans, i.e. the CYGNUS ALPHA. 2 POWER 3 STAR DRIVE 4 DAWN OF THE GODS 5 The guy is on the way to an ORAC(le). 6 The arrow points beyond Earth; as „beyond“ is the original meaning of the Latin word „ultra“, you could also say it points ULTRA WORLD. 7 A chess opening where a piece (usually a pawn) is sacrificed early on to win a strategic advantage is called a GAMBIT. 8 Trying to find something in Glastonbury Tor? The guy is obviously taking part in a PROJECT to locate AVALON! 9 TIME SQUAD 10 The guy uses a PCP tube as a WEAPON. 11 THE KEEPER 12 GOLD 13 The warrior was obviously on a MISSION TO DESTINY. 14 Chocolate + coconut = BOUNTY 15 Dont get distracted by „Black Park“: The symbols just means SEEK – LOCATE – DESTROY. 16 The guy wants to redeem his voucher -> REDEMPTION. 17 „Ancient of Days“ is a famous picture by William BLAKE. 18 There are lots of various GAMES on the board. 19 HORIZON 20 STAR ONE 21 The Greek god of the perfect moment is usually depicted balancing scales on a razor and being bald at the back of his head (because when the right moment passes, you can’t grab it by its hair to hold it back). His name is Kairos, and here he is seen harvesting. Hence, this is the HARVEST OF KAIROS. 22 THE WAY BACK 23 TRIAL 24 The two Uranides helped to depict an ASS-ASS-IN. 25 POWER PLAY 26 Keiller minus the second letter = KILLER 27 The Chef has to deal with the AFTERMATH of a meal. 28 The picture is a take on the movie DELIVERANCE (with Avon as Burt Reynolds). 29 THE WEB 30 SHADOW 31 The guest asks his host for his age, i.e. the HOST AGE (sorry!). 32 If you shake „lard row“ you get WARLORD. 33 CHILDREN OF AURON 34 SPACE FALL 35 VOICE FROM THE PAST 36 SAND 37 CITY AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD (just like in the Hamlet cigars ad with Paul Darrow) 38 Acetic acid (vinegar) and sodium hydrogencarbonate (baking soda) are used to simulate a VOLCANO at science fairs and the like. 39 BREAKDOWN 40 HEAD HUNTER 41 While the dialogue alludes to Aftermath, Avon attempts a RESCUE. 42 ANIMALS 43 A dot in a hydraulic press? That must be a PRESSURE POINT! 44 Howard Carter is about to find the SARCOPHAGUS of Tutankhamun. 45 The Grim Reaper is looking at his DEATH WATCH. 46 The zoological term for the silvery gibbon is Hylobates MOLOCH. 47 The letters are indeed confused. Instead of „riot art“, they should read TRAITOR. 48 When you see this, the condition of the patient was TERMINAL. 49 RUMOURS OF DEATH 50 While the „dueling banjos“ are from the movie Deliverance (or the first episode of Father Ted...), they are used here to symbolise simply a DUEL. 51 The COUNT is DOWN. 52 The chewing gum may be of the ORBIT brand. |
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Posted on 26-12-2025 22:24
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Moderator Posts: 4961 Joined: 15.01.22 |
Thanks for the answers, Hugbot. I'm not entirely done yet with your quiz. And is there some sort of magical invisible ink which will erase all the extra calories we've eaten during Christmas week? Asking for a friend!
Resist the Host
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