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Vila Restals E-mails - Year 2

By Nicola Mody
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To:               Vila Restal [vila@liberator.rebel.org]
From:           Jandy Restal [jrestal@deltalevel17.londondome.terra]
Subject:       Prediction

Dear Vila,

I’m so worried about you. First you get radiation sickness and almost die, then you tell me about that new computer Orac predicting the ship would blow up. As soon as you get this, you answer me right away. Whenever I don’t hear from you for a while I can’t stop thinking you’re maybe dead at the bottom of a cliff or quarry, or floating in space without a suit, or you’ve got some terrible alien virus, with your weak chest.

Love, your Mum



To:               Jandy Restal
From:           Vila Restal
Subject:       RE: Prediction

It’s all right, Mum, I’m still here! That prediction Orac made was right and it was wrong.

The aliens who originally built the Liberator wanted it back. They attacked us, and I tried to launch seekers to throw their attack run, but all the controls were frozen, neutron blasters off-line, everything was out. They fired and hit us several times, we all got thrown round the flight deck, one of the consoles exploded, and I banged my head – running head injury total: 4. I didn’t get much sympathy. Avon just suggested amputation, but Jenna did give me a pill later.

Their computers took control of Zen and forced the ship to fly to their space station, then they boarded us using our teleport and captured us. I almost got away but one of their guards grabbed me and threw me against a wall whacking my head on it – head injury 5. Looking at the blood on the wall made me feel even worse than I did already. They were lucky I didn’t lose my last meal all over them.

Gan and Cally and I got locked up in a cell on their space station, and I felt too sick and headachy to tackle the lock straight away. But I knew my duty, plus they were starting to nag me: I had to escape and find out where the others were. It turned out to be a magno-lock, not one of the easiest, esp. when you’re seeing double, and when I got out and found the cell Avon and Jenna were in, Avon slugged me (in the stomach luckily) before he realised it was me. He actually said he was sorry!!! And Jenna was very concerned about my head wound!!! They must have been really glad to see me.

Anyway we all got away, and when they sent a ship just like the Liberator after us, it blew up even though I didn’t fire at it, and Orac’s prediction of a ship which looked just like ours blowing up came true. So he was right. In a way.

I still can’t focus properly, I’m going to lie down.

Vila  



To:               Kerr Avon [avon@liberator.rebel.org]
From:           Vila Restal
Subject:       Orac

Avon,

I’m in my cabin but my head hurts so much I can’t go to sleep. I keep thinking about Orac, and you’re the computer expert. If he knew those Alta ships were going to attack, why didn't he predict that instead, so we could escape? I think he wanted to make a big showy splash, so he let us be captured, then he himself blew up the other ship just to make his own prediction come true. It’s like predicting someone’s death then murdering them. I don’t trust him one little bit.

Vila 



To:               Vila Restal
From:           Kerr Avon
Subject:       RE: Orac

Well now, two novelties for you, Vila: not being able to sleep, and actually thinking. I’m impressed.

You’re probably right about Orac amazingly enough. Perhaps repeated blows to the head have jarred something loose. However it is far too useful to us not to use. It, not him, Vila. It is a machine.

And, seriously, if your head still hurts, go to the surgical unit and get it treated. Not that I particularly look forward to your annoying presence among us again, but in the interests of self-preservation I’d prefer to keep our resident thief in working order.

Avon 



To:               Vila Restal
From:           Jandy Restal
Subject:       Your head

Dear Vila,

I don’t know, if it’s not one thing to worry about with you, it’s another. You seem to hit your head far too much lately. Couldn’t you wear a helmet to protect it? I’m glad your friends are beginning to appreciate you though.

Love, Mum 



To:               Jandy Restal
From:           Vila Restal
Subject:       RE: My head

Dear Mum,

I’m all right now. I had a fractured skull, but a couple of hours in the surgical unit, and Cally patting my hand and saying “Poor Vila” fixed it. I think she felt guilty for her and Gan hassling me to pick that cell door lock when I was hurt. It’s almost worth the pain. I have to rest for a day, everyone’s being nice to me and no-one’s asked me to do anything for a while now. I just lie on the flight couch and every now and then close my eyes and put my hand on my head, and people say “Oh, can we get you anything, Vila?” This is the life. I wonder how long I can make it last for.

And no, I can’t wear a helmet. They think I’m funny enough already, and that’s not even when I’m trying to be, if you see what I mean.

Love, Vila 



To:               Vila Restal
From:           Kerr Avon
Subject:       Chess

Vila, I’m sure your head is better now. Your play acting is beginning to annoy me. I had considered a game of chess tonight over a bottle of wine. Or are you still far too ill?

Avon 



To:               Vila Restal
From:           Kerr Avon
Subject:       Work

Yes, I rather thought so. A bad tactical error to win so quickly, Vila. You’re back at work tomorrow. Your first job is to check the circuitry of all the consoles on the flight deck. We don’t want any more of them exploding.

Avon 



To:               Jandy Restal
From:           Vila Restal
Subject:       Star Trek

Dear Mum,

I’ve been checking the wiring of all our consoles to make sure they don’t explode – shades of those old viscast series we used to enjoy watching. Star Trek, remember it?

Vila 



To:               Vila Restal
From:           Jandy Restal
Subject:       RE: Star Trek

Dear Vila,

Not only do I remember Star Trek, it’s back on again, a different series every night. I think with all the publicity the rebellion is getting lately, esp. about you and your friends, they want to show a gentler kinder Federation. Doesn’t fool anyone, but we all like watching anyway. My favourite is Captain Picard - he could leave his shoes under my bed any night.

Love, Mum 



To:               Jandy Restal
From:           Vila Restal
Subject:       RE: Star Trek

Mum, I’m shocked! :-)  Actually, I always rather fancied Tasha Yar, though it wouldn’t have worked out. She was a security officer, and wouldn’t have gone for a thief, or at least not the way I’d prefer. Leeta the d’abo girl is very nice, and she and I could work a good scam on the gaming machines in Quark’s, but she’s married to Rom.

No, I’ll choose Seven of Nine. Private fantasy from yesterday while working:

Scene: Bridge of Starship Voyager, assistant engineer Restal is crouched down working on a console. Enter Seven.

Seven: Ah, Vila Restal. Do you wish to participate in recreational copulation?

Me (hitting my head on inside of console and dropping all my tools): Eh? What?

Seven: I find the way your present position stretches your pants across your glutei maximi oddly stimulating.

Me (getting up and backing defensively against said console, nervously): I should finish my work first, or B’Elanna will be angry with me.

Seven (grabbing me in a tight clinch): I am Borg. Resistance is futile. Comply.

Anyway. We’re on our way to Space City ‘cos Blake wants to do a deal with the Terra Nostra, innocent Alpha grade that he is. Not that I mind, I’ve always wanted to check that place out.

Love, Vila 



To:               Vila Restal
From:           Jandy Restal
Subject:       RE: Star Trek

Oh Vila. So typical of you. Even in your dreams you leave it to the girl to make the first move. You’ll never get anywhere if you don’t assert yourself.

Your mum 



To:               Jandy Restal
From:           Vila Restal
Subject:       RE: Star Trek

Dear Mum,

Yeah, I know. I find almost constant rejection hard to take, so I prefer to wait for the girl to offer. Not that many ever have. Hardly any really. :-(

I’m on watch and feeling lonely. Time to start using those e-mail addresses Orac got me and expand my social circle.

Love, Vila 



To:               Supreme Commander Servalan [sup_com_servalan@space_fleet.fed.mil]
From:           Vila Restal
Subject:       Hi

Hello Servalan,

It’s Vila Restal, master thief and weapons officer of the Liberator here. It was an unexpected pleasure to see you down on Aristo, but you should teach your attack dog Travis better manners. But that was a nice outfit you had on. Pity it was a bit muddy.

You must be a little peeved we’ve hit so many of your installations and also got away with Orac. Don’t be like that, Servalan. We’re just fun-loving little rebels who have to get our entertainment somewhere.

Vila Restal 



To:               Space Commander Travis [sp_com_travis@space_fleet.fed.mil] 
From:           Vila Restal
Subject:       Hi

Hi Travis,

Bet your arm shorted out when Avon shot it. And Servalan should take all the sharp toys out of your playroom before you have that other eye out.

Vila Restal 



To:               Vila Restal
From:           Space Commander Travis
Subject:       RE: Hi

Sod off, Restal.

Travis


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