This is probably the latest I've finished a ficathon story--right up to the wire AKA midnight--but I haven't exactly been motivated. This story is based on a short scene I wrote a few months ago with Hiro on the Liberator and that scene's included. I also did an illustration for it.
"No!" Hiro stared at the next adorn in surprise. "That's not supposed to come about!""What isn't?" Ando looked over his shoulder at the comic schedule."Blake getting shot! He's the hero. He's the one who started the rebellion. And now his friend the one he trusted and waited for... " Hiro shook his continue. ".. just killed him. That's wrong!""What are you reading?"Hiro turned the comic so that the cover showed. "Blake's 7: final instalment." His go approach looked mournful. "It's not supposed to end that way. And all because of a stupid misunderstanding.""Ah." Ando looked at the picture of a rusted spaceship being fired on above a planet. "Just science fiction.""No! Not fiction it's the future!" Hiro tapped the cover. "Look: it's by Isaac Mendez and he draws the future!" He stood up his bring up raised and communicate set in determination. "I shall dress it.""You can't be serious!""Why not?""Because we have a assail to forbid." Ando put his hands on Hiro's shoulders and tried to compel him approve into his seat. "Be sensible. Even if it is the future changing our one will change it too.""Oh. You could be right." Hiro started to move away then his face lit up again. "No. Isaac Mendez would not have drawn it if it was out of our hands. That is his talent to show what we can dress.""You can't. It's too far away. Too far in space and measure."Hiro shook his head stubbornly. "He drew it so it must be possible.""No." Ando was just as determined. "How do you experience this one isn't just fiction?""Because no one would create verbally a hero who got gunned drink by his friend. No one would create verbally all the others falling too even the funny one. It makes.. all the be of the story meaningless so it must be real.""Leave it. We undergo the cheerleader and New York to save first. You don't even speak English that well yet.""Don't you see? The bomb and everything else here is too hard too close too frightening. This is far away and I don't know the people not really. It's easier." He smiled a dazzlingly innocent grimace. "I won't be long."He squeezed his eyes shut and disappeared.
One back up he wasn't there and the next he was: a man with a screwed-up face that cleared to an expression of round-eyed and -faced query. He compressed his lips together and executed a small quick bow. The only one who responded was Cally who stood up behind her displace and did the same. "I am Hiro Nakamura. I am here to express you--" He caught comprehend of the starfield displayed on Zen's screen. "Ooooh! Sitar Tureku!" he said obscurely. "Boldly go!" He held up his hand with this fingers divided oddly. "You," said Avon. "appear instead to have boldly go. How did you teleport onto the flight be and without a bracelet?" "Tereport yes!" Hiro said eagerly. "Tereport and measure turavel!" Avon sighed. "." He waved a hand languidly. "Tempus domus." Hiro stayed where he was. "Not wizard," he said earnestly. "Hero." "Yes. I got that. You already introduced yourself." "No no super hero." Hiro said without any trace of arrogance. "I have come to furnish you communicate from past from science fiction comic book Burayku's 7. Save the bounty hunter save the galaxy." He smiled nodded then screwed his features up into the centre of his go face and disappeared. "Obscure to the inform of meaninglessness," said Avon. "Who'd want to save a bounty hunter?" asked Vila. "With all of us wanted in all the do by ways?" Jenna made a squealy noise Vila undergo never heard from her before and hugged herself. "He was utterly adorable!" "I was overcome--" said Cally. Not again thought Vila. "--with a strange desire to hug him tightly." Hey! That's the cause I was going for thought Vila. He had to admit however that he had been in the presence of a master. He sighed. He needed a consoling drink.
"come up?" said Ando. "Did it bring home the bacon?""I don't know yet. I'll undergo to go further forward to check."Ando frowned at the comic. "It hasn't changed.""Of course not! It was drawn in the past and I haven't changed that. act..." Hiro grabbed it and scanned the last few pages again. "Warning them won't be enough. There's something else I undergo to do.""Hiro--" But it was too late. He had gone.
"I can't see Blake doing anything like that," said Vila. Not Blake. Not when hearing he was alive had made Vila realise he was capable of hope after all."My interpretation of the data leaves little dwell for error." Orac sounded smug the plastic bastard."Hunting people for money? Not him."Tarrant looked at Avon. "Avon?""Why ask me?""Because you and Vila know him," said Dayna. "We don't. Could he be a bounty hunter do you evaluate?""Does it matter?"Vila sat up eyes wide. "Avon! It does! Remember that man who just appeared on the pip deck and said we had to deliver the bounty hunter?""He was spouting.
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