Drabbles are 100-word stories (and byatts are 50-word ones). I wrote these in response to the results I got on Spacefall's Blake's 7 Situation Generator which gives a random two characters, a location, and an object. For what it's worth, I've put them in vaguely chronological order by season.
Vila and Gan in a Jacuzzi with Avon's leather trousers:
Vila eased himself into the hot, bubbling water. "Ahhh. Best space-ship I've been on."
Gan looked at Vila disapprovingly. "That's not proper bathing attire."
"I'm shrinking them. They'll be skin-tight after this."
"Vila, the girls still won't look at you."
Vila was hurt. "I don't know why. I've got nicer legs than Avon."
A few days later, Blake asked Avon to check the force-wall console wiring. Vila nudged Gan as Avon creaked stiffly across the flight deck, and bent over. There was an embarrassing noise and Avon shot upright, grabbing at his behind.
"See?" said Vila. "Little ripper, isn't he?"
***
Servalan and Jenna on the flight deck sofa with Travis's arm:
Servalan reclined elegantly, despite her wrists being tied tightly above her head. At the other end of the flight couch, Travis huddled sullenly, bound hand and foot—literally. Between them stood Jenna with Travis's arm and a triumphant grin.
"I think you'll tell me everything," she said, "once I start with this." She delicately touched a nerve, and a cybernetic finger vibrated. "Oh, yes, nice fine control."
Blake ran to the flight deck when he heard the cries for mercy. He found Servalan squealing with her feet kicking helplessly in the air.
"I told you she was ticklish," Jenna said.
***
Kasabi and Avon on the force-wall control panel with a photo of Travis's mother:
Kasabi bent Avon backwards over the control panel. "Ever see that old vis-show, Voyager? Tom Paris and B'Elanna Torres used a console. I always fancied trying it."
"Let me go." Avon struggled weakly. She was a lot stronger than she looked. "You're old enough to be my mother."
"But in better condition, I bet." Kasabi paused and withdrew a photo from her tunic. "This is Travis's mother. Same age, but I work out."
"She's got an—"
"Just like him, yes, and look at those rhinestones."
Avon licked his lips. "All right—but only if you wear an eye-patch too!"
***
Tarrant and Cally in Blake's cabin with a smoked kipper:
Tarrant opened Blake's cabin door. "Zen said you were here and... what are you doing?"
Cally stood in the middle of the room, holding a dried and disgusting-looking object in her mouth while she tried to light it with a laser probe. "It is a surprise for you, Tarrant."
"What is it? It stinks!"
"It is a kipper, from Blake's private store—Blake always liked an English breakfast. I wanted to make you feel welcome."
"What?"
"Vila said you were a particular sort of hero, an Ace Rimmer type. On his advice, I am smoking you a kipper for breakfast."
***
Dayna and Brian the Spider in a cave with a chocolate bunny:
Dayna backed up against the wall. Once the thing had seen her it had ignored Vila, and now she knew why. First the spiders ate, then they mated. And she didn't have any kairopan to give it.
"Feed it something," yelled Vila from outside the cave.
"And just where d'you think I'd hide food in this outfit?"
"You hide heat-seeking bombs and...wait a minute. Here, I've got a chocolate bunny. Worth a try." Vila flung it into the cave, and the creature fell upon it.
Dayna edged around it. "Run!"
"Why? It loves it!"
"Yeah, and I'm the same colour!"
***
Cally and Avon on top of a volcano with a rubber chicken:
"I dislike eating outside."
"I thought it would relax you, Avon." Cally began to unpack Vila's tool box, which made a good picnic hamper. "You have been very stressed, lately. We all have." She looked around appreciatively. "There is a lovely view from up here, and the heat from the crater will help your sore back. Would you like some casserole?"
"Very well." Avon accepted a steaming plate, and flinched with revulsion. "A rubber chicken? Vila, it appears, has struck again."
"It was not Vila," Cally said serenely. "My people have a saying: 'Waste not, want not'. I cooked Moloch."
***
Dorian and Avon on the flight deck with a 'Teach Yourself Sarran' manual:
Avon wandered around their rescuer's flight deck, picked up the book-pad, and looked at it curiously. "What's this?"
"I'm learning a few phrases for my next holiday," Dorian said.
"I've been there. I wouldn't recommend it. The beaches can be rather crowded."
Dorian grinned dazzlingly. "I don't mind. I'm always ready to make new friends. Go on—test me."
"Very well. How do you say 'hello' in Sarran?"
Dorian let out a high-pitched yell and pounced at Avon. Vila dived for cover, Dayna drew her gun, and Tarrant swerved sharply.
"Correct," Avon said calmly. "A scream and a leap."
***
Soolin and a Sopron rock in the shower with a Liberator handgun:
An ear-splitting scream made everyone in the living room jump. Soolin, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel, rushed in, grabbed a Liberator handgun, and left.
Avon raised his eyebrows at the probable culprit. "Vila?"
Vila sighed. "Oh, all right. I put the Sopron in her shower."
"Why, may I ask?"
"Wanted to see how she'd react to someone more beautiful than her."
"She may not define herself that way."
There was a volley of shots interspersed with yelps of frustration.
"She's shot it, Vila! That was my pet rock!" Avon's lip trembled.
"I wouldn't worry. It's faster than her."
***
Vila and Orac on an Og-skin rug with a laser-probe:
Vila sprawled on the luxuriant softness of the Og-skin rug. Nice idea of Soolin's, getting it as a memento of Justin for Dayna. He was glad she hadn't thought skinning the man himself. Not so comfortable for a start. He moved his laser probe slightly and smiled as Orac whimpered with pleasure.
"That nice?"
"You know it is."
"Funny Avon never found that spot."
"He did."
"Oh?"
"He doesn't have...mmm...your delicate touch."
Vila's smile widened. "Then you'll have to keep me alive, won't you? No more 'Vila weighs 73 kilos'."
"You're safe with me."
"Promise?"
"Yes..."
"Say it."
"Yes, master."
***
Soolin and Vila on Lindor with a penguin:
"Look, a Tarsian warg!" Vila licked his ice-cream happily.
The creature was the ugliest and hairiest thing Soolin had ever seen. "Aren't you frightened of it?"
"Nah. Behind bars, innit?"
Soolin moved to the next enclosure. "Wolf-snakes from Terminal. Ugh, they're horrible!"
"Been there, seen those," Vila said airily. "What else is there? Any plants to feed? Oh, no..." He turned white and dropped his ice-cream. "Shoot it, Soolin!"
"What?"
Vila edged behind her. "Quick, before it gets us!"
Not again. "It's a penguin, Vila," Soolin said patiently. "Not everything dressed in black and white is trying to kill you."
The end