Blake's Seven: Scorpio Attack
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BLAKE’S SEVEN: THEY FIGHT FOR THE FREEDOM OF SPACE
After the Atomic Wars there emerged from the ensuing chaos a Dictatorship so powerful that it enmeshed the majority of Earth-populated worlds. Known as the Federation, it grew in power until the hard-won freedom of the people it ruled disappeared.
Blake himself began the sole resistance against the might of the Federation. Now he is lost — perhaps for ever — but in his pioneering footsteps come his gallant followers known as BLAKE’S SEVEN.
In their new ship, the Scorpio, they carry on their heroic and dangerous fight for Liberty...
Soolin — tell him to get Scorpio ready for take-off.’ Chapter Eight Colonel Quute leaned over the duty tracer’s shoulder, watching the stationary green blip on the plot screen. ‘You’re sure?’ ‘Target hasn’t moved in over an hour, sir. Steady as a rock.’ Quute straightened up, a broad bull of a man, and pulled the dark grey blouson-style tunic down at the back. The Federation insignia in bas-relief gleamed dully on his left breast. He debated for a moment and then said, ‘Presumably Igin’s
already moving back the way they had come. The wrinkled folds of scrub dusted with snow stretched endlessly away, shimmering in the heat. He said, ‘You two stay here.’ ‘You wouldn’t like to, er, leave the gun?’ asked Vila. ‘That’s right. I wouldn’t,’ Avon said without stopping. ‘I’ll come with you then, shall I?’ Vila called. But Avon had gone, not bothering to reply. Vila squatted down on his haunches and mopped his neck. He was about to start his morning tirade of gripes and grievances when
sitting, getting very bored, watching the monitor screen in the Operations Room, taking in each separate frame of the hologram recording, when something that shouldn’t have been there suddenly was. Had she been yawning at the time she might have missed it — for the tiny, stubby-finned spacecraft appeared on only three frames — and on only one of them was there a complete image. No wonder they hadn’t spotted it before, even at half-speed. To have passed through the hologram scan in three frames,
machines.’ The computer added tentatively, ‘I hope my conclusions are correct, Master.’ ‘What sort of machines?’ Tarrant asked. ‘I fear that is beyond my humble capacity.’ Avon followed the wavering line of the ravine northwards and the pulsing tone rose shrilly. ‘You’re not going to put us down bang in the middle of their hide-out?’ Dayna said in alarm. The marker moved further south and the tone died to a low pulse. ‘Two miles away,’ Avon said. ‘The walk will sharpen your senses. Better
black jet polished to a mirror finish, and in them, twice over, Vila could see Dayna and himself clinging precariously just below the lip of the bank. ‘Stop it, Vila!’ Dayna yelled as his efforts to scramble frantically upwards only succeeded in tearing some of the roots out of the dry soil. She kicked out at him. ‘Be still! You’ll have us both down there any second.’ Vila stilled, but found his voice. ‘Help! Help! This is all your fault, Dayna. Help! Help! Don’t just hang there, do