Spacerebels of Gor, part 1
Written by Calle Dybedahl
The pretty young journalist leaned forward towards the pair on the
other sofa, displaying an impressive amount of cleavage in the
"Tell me," she said, "how all this came about? I believe you weren't
even supposed to be here, Jenna?"
"No, that's right," the blonde smuggler said. "I was supposed to be
lost during the Andromedan War, but due to Avon's new powers I was
found and returned to the Liberator." She adjusted her very short
skirt, trying to make it not reveal quite so much.
"I bet that was a surprise."
"You could say that, yes."
The journalist turned to her other victim.
"Del Tarrant, I believe you were aboard the Liberator when it happened?"
Tarrant smiled, not the least embarrassed to have his shirt open to
"Yes, Kelly, I was," he said.
"Tell us about it."
"Well, it was fairly ordinary at first. We had spotted a strange
vessel drifting in space, so of course we decided to board it. Avon
went first, and so he was the one affected by the strange alien device."
"And this device, what did it do?"
"Well, it gave him the power of the Script, of course."
"For the new viewers, could you elaborate a little on what this
"Naturally. As far as we know, the Script is the basic component of
the Universe, that which ultimately controls everything."
"And Avon has the ability to manipulate this force, this... what did
you call it? Component?"
"To a certain extent, yes."
"It sounds marvellously useful."
Tarrant's smile wavered momentarily. "Oh, it is. We're very...fortunate
to have him on our team."
She looked through her notes for a moment.
"So, tell me what's going on right now? I believe you're on your way
somewhere in a hurry?"
"Yes, we only slowed down to let you get aboard," Jenna said. "Just
recently, we, by the most extraordinary series of coincidences, found
an old letter from very high up in Federation Military Intelligence.
It said that a former lover of Avon's, Anna Grant, had been arrested
and sent to the ultra-secure prison facility on the planet Gor. So
we're on our way there to rescue her."
"I see. Well, I guess I'd better let you get to it. Thank you ever so
much for your time, and good luck. The readers of Weekly Universe News
will certainly appreciate it."
"You're welcome," Jenna and Tarrant said as one.
Avon sat in the newly installed command chair on the flight deck of
the Liberator. He was looking down on where Vila and Dayna stood at
their consoles. In particular, he was looking at Dayna's smooth
chocolate skin and lovely ass. Most of both was quite visible, since
she wore nothing but a small bikini.
"We can see the place now," Vila said.
Reluctantly, Avon tore his gaze away from Dayna. "Zen, put it on the
It looked ghastly. Vast areas of steaming jungle, scorching desert and
freezing glaciers with nothing much between them. It was as if someone
had gone out of their way to design a miserable but yet livable
planet. Someone without a great deal of imagination.
"Are there any buildings?" Avon asked.
"One, it seems," Dayna replied. "Just on the border between the
largest desert and the largest jungle. A huge thing surrounded by
fences and guntowers."
"Sounds like a prison to me," Vila said. "Do we have to go there?"
"Yes. And I need you to open doors. Dayna, tell Tarrant and Jenna to
prepare, we're going down to the surface. Cally'll operate the
"What do you mean we can't take off?!" Kelly looked furious.
"I tell you it's broken," her pilot said. "Three of the engine
harmonisers have ruptured. Total freak accident. Never seen anything
like it at all. If it had been one or two, we could've limped home at
reduced speed, but never with three."
She cursed, with considerable skill and feeling. Then she sat down to
think. There must be something she could get out of this.
"We're down, and everything seems quiet," Tarrant said into his
"Ok, I'll be here when you want to return," Cally replied.
"I want to return right now," Vila muttered to himself. "I've never
liked prisons. Nasty places."
Dayna looked up and down the corridor. It was dry, but that was just
about everything nice that could be said about it. It was badly lit
with bare concrete walls, and it clearly hadn't been cleaned in a very
"Just a moment," Avon said. He closed his eyes and started to
concentrate. "Show me the Script," he thought. "Let me see. Let me
see." His breathing became shallow, and all exterior sensation faded
away. The Script lay before him, and he looked...
...they turned one way, and came to an exit... he saw them wade
through the swamp, hunted by troopers with dogs. Cally didn't reply,
and things looked grim...
...they turned the other way, walked and turned right... they fought
a few guards, but won and continued onwards...
...they turned the other way, walked and turned left... they were
ambushed, and were captured... later, he and Dayna rushed into a room
where a naked Jenna lay tied spreadeagle on a huge bed...
Avon opened his eyes. He pointed up the corridor. "That way, then
left," he said.
"DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE TOP OF YOUR HEADS!" the
guard captained bellowed at his five new prisoners. While they obeyed,
he had a better look at them. They didn't look like a very likely
bunch of rebels. There was a tall, curly-haired familiar-looking guy
in a sort of pirate's shirt and very tight brown leather pants. There
was a smaller guy, sensibly dressed and carrying a big red box.
Another tall guy in black leather with studs. A blonde girl in a skirt
so short he could see some hair poke out under the hem, a top that
didn't leave much to the imagination and black high-heeled knee-high
boots. A black girl in a red bikini and a gun belt. All of them armed
with odd-looking guns. Well, they used to be armed with odd-looking
guns, at the moment the guns were on the floor.
He kept staring at the guy in the pirate shirt while his men
handcuffed the prisoners. He knew him from somewhere, if only he could
remember where from... Something about that butt... The Federation
"Del!" he said. "You're Del Tarrant, aren't you?"
"Er, yes?" came the answer.
An unpleasant smile spread over the guard captain's face. "Turned
rebel, have you?"
"In a small way..."
"An officer of the Federation turning rebel? I think that warrants
some special punishment, don't you? Men, put him in the cell by my
quarters, will you?"
"Yes, captain," one of the men said. "What about the rest?"
He pondered for a moment. "Find out who they are and notify Space
Command, then lock them up. Maybe there's a reward or something."
Servalan couldn't believe it. The gang she'd been hunting for years
and years suddenly just walked into a high-security prison and let
themselves be captured. It must be some sort of trap, but she couldn't
risk ignoring it. It just might be true. So she found herself in the
fastest little ship she could get, with two mutoids and a six-day
wait. She leaned back in her seat and wished she'd remembered to bring
Avon could hear the guards talking outside the cell. Most of what
they said was pretty boring, but a few minutes ago one of them had
mentioned that President Servalan herself was coming to interrogate
the prisoners. In a week! He didn't want to wait a week. On his back
on the hard bunk, he slipped into the Script.
"Madam, we're approaching the planet Gor."
"What?!" Servalan stared at the mutoid pilot. "But we've only been on
our way for a few hours!"
"Yes, madam. If I were to guess, I'd say that it seems to be a plot
"That would have to mean that someone down there has the power of the
Script. And that said someone wants me there."
She didn't listen to the mutoid's reply, if it voiced one. She was
thinking furiously. There was only one thing that could stop someone
with the power of the Script, and she didn't have any of that. If only
she'd known, she could have prepared! But she hadn't, and that was
that. She'd have to try to make the best of the situation anyway.
"Land," she told the pilot.
"I'm scared," she said, and for once her voiced betrayed her youth.
"It'll be all right," he said.
"I heard them drag Tarrant into the captain's room. It didn't sound
like he was all right. I got to thinking, what if they try to rape me?
There wouldn't be anything I could do, they're too many and they're
armed." She got up from her bunk and walked over to his. "I don't want
to lose my virginity that way," she said as she removed the top of her
bikini. "I thought, maybe, you could help me?" She quickly stepped out
of the bikini bottom and sat down straddling his chest, clad only in
her gun belt. In the distance Avon heard Jenna cry out.