Sillyfic time! (From Elsewhere, 14)
Sep. 11th, 2006 08:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fangrrl_squeesIt was inevitable, you know...
So, what if - in whatever post-TV continuity you care to imagine, dear reader - Servalan's identity as Sleer is thoroughly rumbled, as she's rushed to the number one spot on the Federation's most-wanted list. Desperate to distance themselves from the most recent bout of fascism, S's former supporters wash their hands of her to a man, and she's well and truly out in the cold - unlike the sort-of exile she underwent in season four. Cue sillyfic speculations!
(Tangent: I never really bought into the idea of "Sleer". When you've been galactic-bloody-empress, one must assume that your visage has been pasted pretty much everywhere, so wouldn't that make it a little bit difficult to retreat into hiding? Damned well impossible, imho.)
Pick who you like to have survived Blake - well, except the title character, unless you're of the Avon-killed-a-clone school - and hole 'em up together with the divine Ms. S for a few thousand words.
I think it would be a hoot. Assuming you could get pry Avon and Ms. S apart, that is. I rather liked Jacqueline Pearce's summary of S's feelings for Avon "I think she was potty about him" - emphasis on potty, methinks. Two power-hungry alpha types, no longer obligated to dislike each other for political reasons? I think Avon would abandon his whole scenery chewing destroy-her-with-my-bare-hands motif right quick and think of something else for those bare hands to be doing, but *ahem* I digress. Prickliness and brittle banter would abound, but those two have far more in common than they care to admit (even tho' they both know it) and about the only thing that stops them from becoming Galaxy Spanning Criminal Masterminds (tm) is the probable fact that S wants legitimate political power (even after being drummed out of the Federation) whereas Avon is perfectly happy with a big pile of money and a nice quiet place to spend it. I never really bought in to his revolutionary efforts late in Season 4. I think he had decided that the end of the Federation was, eventually, inevitable and wanted to be in a good position with the cadres most likely to come out on top. Now, if S makes noise about needing a vizier sort of fellow... Avon would be smart enough to run a mile. He knows exactly what happens to any guy who lets S fall into his arms when she's murmuring sweet nothings about taking over the planet/Federation/galaxy...
Tarrant, however, wouldn't give a shit about politics, conscience or turnabout being fair play and would be ready to kill her on sight - rather than pick her brains (which Avon might eventually think of, once he and S. get around to actually talking). I don't give a damn what happened in Sand - that was so out of character for him, I don't care how yummy the divine Ms. S happened to looking. It's not like pretty-boy Tarrant had a shortage of equally pretty female company on Scorpio, y'know. Maybe the damn sand was a synaptic scrambler, or Tarrant was lying through his teeth, or something else entirely. Take your pick. Tarrant plus S alone in a room equals one dead ex-empress, by hook or by crook.
Vila... Vila always struck me as the live and let live, type. Oh, he'd have a good chortle at S's expense - the shoe being on the other foot and all - but as long as they stayed well clear of each other, he wouldn't go out of his way to do her any harm, nor she him. However, she might well have ideas for any number of schemes (of varying degrees of feasibility) for restoration/revenge that would require his (and Avon's and Tarrant's) talents. Vila is smart enough to be suspicious and Toby Belch-ish persona aside, even smart enough to be wary of any fluttering eyelashes. But could he resist that particular weapon if unleashed? It's unlikely. Besides, S would be canny enough to bait anytrap deal with plenty of untraceable cash. If Vila keeps his wits about him, he could have a nice pile of cash and his ongoing health when all is said and done.
Soolin would shoot S in the gut and watch her bleed to death because you can't tell me that a gun-loving chick with hair that blonde doesn't have a really nasty streak to her personality, deep down. Besides, she's mad at S for bagging the most interesting (if not the most stable) guy on the ship and the pretty one, too. What is she, chopped liver?
(Sorry, but I never could take Soolin very seriously. Every time I see her, I can see a committee of production/writing types saying "We need another woman on the cast. Let's make her a badass! The fem-libbers won't give us grief if she's like that. And blonde, 'cos we haven't got a blonde yet. And have her be a gun-toting badass because that's really hawt and it'll make her intimidating and badass and stuff. But bring her in as the pet of our looney antagonist for the first episode and make sure she doesn't do anything but operate the teleport and run comms for the rest of the season, because otherwise she's taking screen time from the male characters" Empowering, my ass. It's not the character's fault she's a cipher, but without sitting down and writing a whole lot of brand-new background for her, she'll never amount to much. Frankly, giving her credit for a hitherto unsuspected nasty streak is about as far as I can be bothered to stretch things...)
Dayna's attitude would probably be a mixture of withering contempt and wry sympathy. "I can't think of anyone who deserves it more. D'you want a cup of tea?" sort of thing. Presented with a hey-gang-lets-put-on-a-show type of situation with S and (possibly) anyone else from the Scorpio crew, Dayna would laugh herself sick, ask what's in it for her, and then laugh some more before telling the proprietors of said scheme to get stuffed.
(see above parenthetical comment, only substitute "black" for "blonde" and remove the first phrase of the final sentence. Did you know that in four seasons of that show, there were only four black characters? Two of whom (I think it was two) had non-speaking roles? Extra offensensitivity points to Warlord for the poor sod in the "space tribe" garb. Yuk.)
No matter who or what is involved, none of the Scorpio crew would shop S to the Feds, methinks. Why? Because the sheer amount of chaos and disorder S could cause the Feds will be a) a lovely distraction from their activities and b) probably more effective than their efforts. She'll do them more good on their side (so to speak) and has only her personal resources to mobilize for revenge against the Scorpio crew for their past activities. Woot! The crew would almost certainly want to pick S's brains for nifty Fed-flavored information, but what they could offer her in exchange other than "We won't turn you in for the no-doubt-significant reward", I don't know.
When I'm in the mood to write B7 sillyfic - and it's an inevitability that I will one day be in that mood - I'm either going to do the inevitable build on the suggestive bits of "Rumors of Death" (Avon on his knees! Suggestive gestures with guns! My cup runneth over!), or something in a post-TV setting with S well and truly on the run.
And whilst the thought crosses my mind, I might as well share it here: Aeon Flux and Trevor Goodchilde owe a lot to Avon & S, y'know... ;)
So, what if - in whatever post-TV continuity you care to imagine, dear reader - Servalan's identity as Sleer is thoroughly rumbled, as she's rushed to the number one spot on the Federation's most-wanted list. Desperate to distance themselves from the most recent bout of fascism, S's former supporters wash their hands of her to a man, and she's well and truly out in the cold - unlike the sort-of exile she underwent in season four. Cue sillyfic speculations!
(Tangent: I never really bought into the idea of "Sleer". When you've been galactic-bloody-empress, one must assume that your visage has been pasted pretty much everywhere, so wouldn't that make it a little bit difficult to retreat into hiding? Damned well impossible, imho.)
Pick who you like to have survived Blake - well, except the title character, unless you're of the Avon-killed-a-clone school - and hole 'em up together with the divine Ms. S for a few thousand words.
I think it would be a hoot. Assuming you could get pry Avon and Ms. S apart, that is. I rather liked Jacqueline Pearce's summary of S's feelings for Avon "I think she was potty about him" - emphasis on potty, methinks. Two power-hungry alpha types, no longer obligated to dislike each other for political reasons? I think Avon would abandon his whole scenery chewing destroy-her-with-my-bare-hands motif right quick and think of something else for those bare hands to be doing, but *ahem* I digress. Prickliness and brittle banter would abound, but those two have far more in common than they care to admit (even tho' they both know it) and about the only thing that stops them from becoming Galaxy Spanning Criminal Masterminds (tm) is the probable fact that S wants legitimate political power (even after being drummed out of the Federation) whereas Avon is perfectly happy with a big pile of money and a nice quiet place to spend it. I never really bought in to his revolutionary efforts late in Season 4. I think he had decided that the end of the Federation was, eventually, inevitable and wanted to be in a good position with the cadres most likely to come out on top. Now, if S makes noise about needing a vizier sort of fellow... Avon would be smart enough to run a mile. He knows exactly what happens to any guy who lets S fall into his arms when she's murmuring sweet nothings about taking over the planet/Federation/galaxy...
Tarrant, however, wouldn't give a shit about politics, conscience or turnabout being fair play and would be ready to kill her on sight - rather than pick her brains (which Avon might eventually think of, once he and S. get around to actually talking). I don't give a damn what happened in Sand - that was so out of character for him, I don't care how yummy the divine Ms. S happened to looking. It's not like pretty-boy Tarrant had a shortage of equally pretty female company on Scorpio, y'know. Maybe the damn sand was a synaptic scrambler, or Tarrant was lying through his teeth, or something else entirely. Take your pick. Tarrant plus S alone in a room equals one dead ex-empress, by hook or by crook.
Vila... Vila always struck me as the live and let live, type. Oh, he'd have a good chortle at S's expense - the shoe being on the other foot and all - but as long as they stayed well clear of each other, he wouldn't go out of his way to do her any harm, nor she him. However, she might well have ideas for any number of schemes (of varying degrees of feasibility) for restoration/revenge that would require his (and Avon's and Tarrant's) talents. Vila is smart enough to be suspicious and Toby Belch-ish persona aside, even smart enough to be wary of any fluttering eyelashes. But could he resist that particular weapon if unleashed? It's unlikely. Besides, S would be canny enough to bait any
Soolin would shoot S in the gut and watch her bleed to death because you can't tell me that a gun-loving chick with hair that blonde doesn't have a really nasty streak to her personality, deep down. Besides, she's mad at S for bagging the most interesting (if not the most stable) guy on the ship and the pretty one, too. What is she, chopped liver?
(Sorry, but I never could take Soolin very seriously. Every time I see her, I can see a committee of production/writing types saying "We need another woman on the cast. Let's make her a badass! The fem-libbers won't give us grief if she's like that. And blonde, 'cos we haven't got a blonde yet. And have her be a gun-toting badass because that's really hawt and it'll make her intimidating and badass and stuff. But bring her in as the pet of our looney antagonist for the first episode and make sure she doesn't do anything but operate the teleport and run comms for the rest of the season, because otherwise she's taking screen time from the male characters" Empowering, my ass. It's not the character's fault she's a cipher, but without sitting down and writing a whole lot of brand-new background for her, she'll never amount to much. Frankly, giving her credit for a hitherto unsuspected nasty streak is about as far as I can be bothered to stretch things...)
Dayna's attitude would probably be a mixture of withering contempt and wry sympathy. "I can't think of anyone who deserves it more. D'you want a cup of tea?" sort of thing. Presented with a hey-gang-lets-put-on-a-show type of situation with S and (possibly) anyone else from the Scorpio crew, Dayna would laugh herself sick, ask what's in it for her, and then laugh some more before telling the proprietors of said scheme to get stuffed.
(see above parenthetical comment, only substitute "black" for "blonde" and remove the first phrase of the final sentence. Did you know that in four seasons of that show, there were only four black characters? Two of whom (I think it was two) had non-speaking roles? Extra offensensitivity points to Warlord for the poor sod in the "space tribe" garb. Yuk.)
No matter who or what is involved, none of the Scorpio crew would shop S to the Feds, methinks. Why? Because the sheer amount of chaos and disorder S could cause the Feds will be a) a lovely distraction from their activities and b) probably more effective than their efforts. She'll do them more good on their side (so to speak) and has only her personal resources to mobilize for revenge against the Scorpio crew for their past activities. Woot! The crew would almost certainly want to pick S's brains for nifty Fed-flavored information, but what they could offer her in exchange other than "We won't turn you in for the no-doubt-significant reward", I don't know.
When I'm in the mood to write B7 sillyfic - and it's an inevitability that I will one day be in that mood - I'm either going to do the inevitable build on the suggestive bits of "Rumors of Death" (Avon on his knees! Suggestive gestures with guns! My cup runneth over!), or something in a post-TV setting with S well and truly on the run.
And whilst the thought crosses my mind, I might as well share it here: Aeon Flux and Trevor Goodchilde owe a lot to Avon & S, y'know... ;)
