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Trying to phase out the sleaze, but it keeps creeping back…
If you can’t be bothered checking the categories at the side, here’s where the other Blake’s 7 reduxes are:
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EXT: SURFACE OF PENAL COLONY, CYGNUS ALPHA
A man dressed like a monk raises a machete and chops a cooked animal in half. There’s a noise nearby and a woman also dressed like a monk appears, telling the man that the federation ship has arrived in the sky.
‘That shooting star up there?’
‘It’s a big ship.’
‘Well-lit, too.’
‘’tis true.’
The man frowns, wondering if any of the new prisoners are either a] bigger than him or b] sexier than him.
‘I guess I’ll leave dinner here and go tell Brian Blessed that the new prisoners have arrived.’
‘The new believers…’ corrects the woman.
‘Huh?’
‘They are believers, not prisoners.’
‘Right. What is it we believe again?’
‘Indulging Brian Blessed.’
The man rubs his nose bridge. ‘He did the Iago monologue last night.’
‘Soft then loud but never really soft?’
The man nods. ‘As if I were at the back row of a stadium.’
‘You did the Lord’s work. Now go.’
‘Going.’
The woman swishes her hand leftwards and the man trots off in that direction. After staring up at the sky for a bit, the woman walks the opposite way, off the quarry set and straight into a barrage of ‘show us your crystal balls, luv.’
She shakes it off, reminding herself over and over that it’s not just here, it’s everywhere.
INT: PENAL SHIP COCKPIT, SAME ONE FROM SPACE FALL
The young lieutenant walks through a door with Flight Control Deck stencilled on it and tells the captain that the prisoners are all high as fuck and looking forward to Cygnus Alpha. Continue reading
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