Endgame (Blake's 7 zine)

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Zine
Title: Endgame
Publisher: KnightWriter Press
Editor:
Author(s): Peggy Hartsook
Cover Artist(s):
Illustrator(s):
Date(s): 1997
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 1997 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.

From Yesterday: Memories of Tomorrow, the last zine in the series:

Welcome to a special re-release of a Blake's Seven story...

Over the years many of us have come and gone into Blake's Seven fandom...and, over the past year, it's come to my attention that there is now a whole new set of "fans" for this very special fandom.

That's terrific news, of course, for anyone in Blake's Seven fandom, it's always fun to have someone new in the group. However, for the new fans it can be very frustrating to "find" all those old, great stories they hear about -- most of which are no longer in print! To help those new fans, or even give the "old" fans a chance to re-read an old favorite, KnightWriter Press is hoping to re-release a number of previously published stories in this fandom!

Keep in mind, all the stories in the "Re-Release" series (no matter by what author!) will have been previously published at some prior date. That's why they are coming out in Digest format so that you can pick and choose among those you have not previously read -- or those you want a copy of no matter whether you've read it or not.

At any rate... enjoy these stories, they are the author's favorites -- and so tend to be the best of the best in a fandom that created some of fandom's classic writers!

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.