Nico (vilakins) wrote,

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Ficlet: Powers

For last week's b7friday topic of special talents, 500 words set in season 1.


"...defending truth, justice, and the Federation way." The credits rolled over a rippling Federation flag.

"I wouldn't mind being a superhero," said Vila. "Nothing on that scale, mind you. I wouldn't want the responsibility."

"Or the hard work," Avon said from his work table.

"There's that too." Vila leaned back on the couch, spreading his arms along the top. "All right, if people could choose one power, what would it be?"

"Flight," said Jenna promptly.

"You already can fly!"

"Not really. Not like a bird. I'd like to swoop and wheel far up in an atmosphere, slipping into an updraft here, flicking a hand like an aileron to bank, tucking my arms to my side to plummet, then spreading them to glide effortlessly, floating on the wind." She sighed. "I got close to it once, strapped under a big silk wing on Califeron, but I wish I could really do it."

Vila's eyes glazed as he imagined it. "That'd be nice," he said at last. "Not much use in my profession though. I think I'd have to go for invisibility."

Jenna laughed. "You'd have a hard time picking a lock with invisible fingers."

Vila considered this and what else one might be able to do with them. "True. But I wouldn't be invisible all the time, would I?"

"More's the pity," Avon muttered, tracing a circuit.

Vila pointedly ignored him. "What about you, Gan?"


"But you--"

"Real strength. The sort that could hold a building up."

"Mate. You'd pulverise my pickle jars!"

Gan grinned. "And Cally? What about you?"

Cally shook her head.

"Nah, she already has a power," Vila said. "Unless you'd like to hear minds as well as talk to them, Cally?"

Cally smiled rather sardonically (and, Vila thought, particularly at him). "No," she said, very firmly. "But if I had to choose, perhaps music."

"Music's not a power!"

"Yes it is. I should wish to sing an unforgettable song."

Vila wrinkled his forehead, then shrugged. "All right, what about you, Blake?" he asked, not expecting an answer.

Blake frowned. "I used to think I'd like the gift of persuasion, that of changing people's minds, but that's too much like brainwashing. Instead I'd like the ability to pick the right place, the weakest and most vulnerable spot to strike at to bring the Federation down."

Vila pulled a face. He might have known it'd be something about the rebellion that meant yet more danger for him. He twisted in his seat. "Avon?"

Avon flapped a hand at Vila and continued to work.

"Oh, come on, Avon."

"Yes, Avon, tell us." "You're the only one left." "What would you like to be able to do?" "There must be something."

Avon put his laser probe down. "There is, but it's not a super power as such, just a bug fix to the bad design of the human body. We can close our eyes to shut out the light." He sighed. "I just wish I could close my ears."

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