Endgame (Blake's 7 zine)
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| Title: | Endgame |
| Publisher: | KnightWriter Press |
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| Author(s): | Peggy Hartsook |
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| Medium: | print zine, fanfic |
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| Fandom: | Blake’s 7 |
| Language: | English |
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Endgame is a 10-page gen Blake's 7 novel by Peggy Hartsook. It was previously published in Power #1.
Series
This zine is part of a series of mini-zines, each with a story that has been published previously in another zine. Each mini-zine has a full-color photo cover.
- Bad Blood by Peggy Hartsook
- Blind by Linda Knights
- Close Calls by Linda Knights
- Crucible's Flame by Linda Knights
- Endgame by Peggy Hartsook
- Fate's Final Act by Linda Knights
- Prelude to an Interview by Linda Knights
- Returned Favors by Linda Knights
- Surprises by Linda Knights
- Waves Upon a Mirrored Surface by Linda Knights
- Yesterday: Memories of Tomorrow by Linda Knights (1997)
Excerpt
The room was sumptuously decorated and comfortable, somewhat surprisingly given the rough nature of the inhabitants of this world and no one could have asked for a better place to sit down and wait. The over dressed woman in the evening gown however was not impressed. Commissioner Sleer ground her teeth in frustration. How dare these criminals keep her waiting; other people came and went about their business while she sat, like a beggar awaiting a handout. Beggar. Sleer rolled the word around in her mouth, inviting all the hate and bitterness it invoked. Everyday brought more names to her lists of people with whom she would even the score when the time was right.Sleer glanced at the single guard she was permitted to bring along. The mutoid sat impassively beside her. The Commissioner wondered idly if anything ever bothered a mutoid, other than a disruption of the blood serum supply. She doubted it. Mutoids had no pride, no vanity and did not waste their time on vows of vengeance except at the command of their human bosses. But Sleer did not intend to waste time herself. After this was over, there would be retribution, she vowed for the hundredth time.
It was just one more aspect of a general situation that the Commissioner found intolerable. Ironic, how the demise of Blake, Avon and their miserable little rabble also coincided with the decline of her own fortunes. Commissioner Sleer had not been involved with the Gauda Prime operation; had not even known of it until after it occurred. Sleer still felt a surge of anger; she, who had invested so much time and effort, had been denied the final kill. And of course, the fools had bungled it: ORAC had never been recovered. Avon's final triumph, she thought bitterly.