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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (119/?)

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Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.

Previous chapters conveniently available here.

[9 April, 233 Before Age. Planet Travigar.]

Luffa needed help. Seltiss just needed to get her to admit it.

It wouldn't be easy, but nothing worth doing ever was. Their people, the Saiyans, were a stubborn lot, and Luffa was a Super Saiyan, which probably made her even more stubborn than most. Seltiss was a princess of the Rehval Dynasty, which ruled the Saiyan kingdom. Luffa came from a family of anti-monarchists, and she bore a personal grudge with Seltiss' father.

But the war changed all of that. The Jindan Cult, led by the mysterious Trismegistus, posed a threat to the Saiyan species, as well as the rest of the universe. As powerful as Luffa was, she couldn't defeat them all by herself, and neither could the Saiyan Free Company, which Seltiss had formed in opposition to her father's kingdom. Their only chance was to join forces. Luffa hated the idea, but couldn't deny the reasoning, and so she allowed Seltiss' mercenary bands to operate within Federation space. Seltiss had set up a base of operations on the Federation world of Eetii.

Most of the fighting took place along the frontier of the Federation, as the Jindan strategy was to invade planets along the borders to spread the defenders thin. Eetii was fairly close to a group of worlds near one end of the periphery, and Seltiss had kept an eye on things there while Luffa handled things on the opposite front. And yet, some new offensive had forced Luffa to approach Eetii. Early reports had said something about a "rock creature" that kept appearing on one planet after another. Whatever it was, it had led Luffa on a merry chase along the border worlds, only to vanish after being defeated on Planet Travigar, less than twenty light years from Eetii. Luffa sent a subspace transmission on a Saiyan Free Company channel, for Seltiss' eyes only. The message was simple: "Need a lift. Come alone."

It was a perfect opportunity. Seltiss had hoped to spend some time with Luffa, to forge a peace between them that could ensure the survival of the Saiyan Free Company beyond the war. Seltiss had plans, and none of them would amount to much if Luffa could swoop in and topple them without warning. Her father had tried to manipulate and destroy Luffa, and failed. But a little soft power-- friendly gestures, kept promises, healthy respect-- could go a lot further than brute force or palace intrigue. Even if a lasting peace wasn't possible, Seltiss could hopefully convince Luffa that the S.F.C. could be useful in the future, and therefore worth keeping around.

Besides, Seltiss enjoyed traveling alone. It reminded her of the stories she read about space exploration. There was no beguiling outer space. No negotiation or manipulation. There were the laws of physics and one’s ability to work within them. As she descended through the Travigarian atmosphere, Seltiss quickly located the starfighter Luffa had been traveling in. The scanners confirmed that the vessel's engines were inoperable. Her ship's sensors could detect Saiyan life readings well enough, but it was simpler for Seltiss to handle that part herself. Seltiss was an average fighter by Saiyan standards, but she still knew how to sense the battle power of other strong warriors. In Luffa's case, it was hard not to notice Luffa’s mighty ki signature. All Seltiss had to do was focus on that power and follow it like a beacon to Luffa's location. She was mildly surprised to find that she wasn't with the ship, but Luffa was the restless type, and the little starfighter was useless to her in any case.

Instead, Seltiss found Luffa on a grassy plain, surrounded by soldiers. Seltiss didn't recognize their uniforms, and her sensors only indicated that they were molluskoid aliens. She landed in an empty space nearby and flew directly to Luffa.

She looked terrible.

"It's about time you showed up," Luffa said. "What the hell are you dressed like that for?"

The alien soldiers probably had no idea that Seltiss and Luffa were of the same species. Luffa had a long tail covered in brown fur, which was now matted with blood and grime. She normally wore a black sleeveless shirt with baggy yellow pants that were tucked into black combat boots. These were now so badly torn that they now barely qualified as clothing. The left pant leg was shorn off completely, leaving a rag hanging out of the rim of her boot. The right leg wasn't much better off, as only a strip of fabric ran all the way down from the waist to the ankle. Luffa's modesty was mainly preserved with various bandages and medical tape, most of which had been scorched or stained with blood. Her short black hair was ringed with a strip of fabric around her head.

Seltiss, on the other hand, had no tail, as her father had it surgically removed at birth. The only evidence that she had ever had one was a hint of scar tissue mostly covered by the waist of her pink-and-black checkered sarong. Her heeled boots were Montalban originals imported from Camelia, and her black bandeau had pink straps that wrapped around one shoulder and criss-crossed down the length of her arm. Her hair, piled in a messy beehive style, was dyed a vibrant shade of pink, which matched her eyeshadow, nail polish, and lipstick.

"Excuse you?" Seltiss asked, forgetting the greeting she had rehearsed to try to curry Luffa's favor. She had put a lot of thought into her appearance, after all.

"Never mind," Luffa said, pointing at the soldiers. "These guys are from Planet Oat," she explained. "Thousands of years ago, they were at war with Travigar, back when it used to be called Planet Bob. Something about soy milk, I didn't follow that part of the story."

One of the soldiers started to speak up, and Luffa held out her hand to stop him from explaining their backstory. "Look, let's not go over that again. We'll be here all day."

"Luffa, what does this have to do with that rock creature you told us about?" Seltiss asked.

"Not much," Luffa said. "These Oatians got trapped in a mystical fissure during the Oat-Bob War, and they've been in suspended animation the whole time, until the Jindan cultists came here and summoned that rock creature. My guess is all that magic disrupted something and set them free. But they still want to conquer Travigar, and that's where you come in."

"Me?" Seltiss said.

"Yeah, I told them it was pointless to fight an all-out battle from an old war, but they have their pride, so I offered them a contest of champions. Their best ten guys against my handpicked warrior." Luffa pointed at Seltiss, then jabbed her finger at Seltiss's chest. "And my hand just picked you, little girl."

"Wh-why?" Seltiss asked. "Are you hurt? I mean, I've got Saiyans working for me on Eetii that are totally stronger than I am, but your message said to come alone, so...?"

"Hah!" Luffa scoffed. "Your idiot father always ran his mouth about how he planned to breed the Saiyans into a mightier race. I thought his own brat would have a little more confidence in her skills."

"Is that what this is?" Seltiss asked. "Like, a test?"

"It shouldn't be," Luffa said. "I think you can handle ten of them without too much trouble. I just want this to be a decent fight. These guys have waited long enough to see some action. Do a good job, and they might even agree to join our side in the war."

Seltiss sighed and began limbering up. In spite of everything, she was a halfway decent fighter, at least for her power level. "Okay, okay. I'll play along, I guess. Just promise me something, will you?"

"What's that?" Luffa asked.

"When we get back to Eetii," Seltiss said between leg stretches, "you have got to let me buy you a new outfit."

*******

[9 April, 233 Before Age. Planet Eetii.]

The Eetiians had a near religious regard for plant life, so they allowed it to grow freely throughout their cities. Their shopping malls weren't all that different from others Seltiss had visited, except that the view from every window and skylight offered the same view of a thick tangle of weeds. And yet, the Eetiians seemed to genuinely appreciate this. Passers-by would often stop and stare out the windows, as if they were gazing out upon some majestic mountain range.

What mattered was that their clothing stores had the right colors and styles to approximate Luffa's signature look. Seltiss would have preferred to give Luffa a full makeover, drawing upon fashion resources from the rest of the galaxy, but there was a war on, and Seltiss had to work quickly with the resources that were on hand, before Luffa was called away to another battle. As it was, Seltiss barely had time to assemble a new outfit for herself, to replace the ensemble she had worn into battle against the Otians. She would miss that sarong, but she liked the black sequined pants and pink suit-coat she had found to replace them. Seltiss would have preferred to wear something very revealing under the jacket. The models in the magazines always did this, teasing their bare skin from underneath the crisp angles of the coat. But a stern glare from Luffa had persuaded Seltiss to go with a white blouse instead.

As for Luffa, Seltiss had found a black racerback swimsuit to serve as the top of her outfit, and a pair of nylon windbreaker pants for the bottom. Luffa normally wore fingerless gloves, but there had been no sign of these on Travigar, and Seltiss assumed they had been lost. The best she could find in the mall were black gloves that had fingers, although Luffa made a approving grunt when she tried them on, so Seltiss supposed they would do.

"You look amazing!" Seltiss cheered as Luffa stepped out of the fitting room. "Way sleeker than the old gear you used to wear."

"What did you do with my boots?" Luffa asked as she began looking around the room.

"Oh, those. I threw them out," Seltiss said.

"What?"

"Okay, first of all, I’m on your side, so chill out," Seltiss said, "Second, I took one whiff of those old clogs and yuck," she pinched her nostrils shut for effect. "I tried holding them upside down, but that actually smelled worse."

She reached into a shopping bag and produced a pair of black cleats. "So I found these while you were changing. You don't have to keep them, but you can at least wear those until we find something you like. Preferably something in the non-barfing section of the store."

Luffa took the shoes and examined the thick treads that stuck out from the soles. "Hmm," she said. "I could get used to something like this..." She took a seat on a bench and began to try them on.

"So what's with the yellow pants, anyway?" Seltiss asked. "The black I get, black goes with everything and it never goes out of style, but the yellow..."

"It's a family color," Luffa said without looking back at her. "My mother liked it because it wasn't royalist blue. Isn't that why you wear pink? To piss off your old man?"

"Well, not exactly," Seltiss said. "At first, it was to stand out as my own person, separate from the royal bloodline, but then it became kind of my thing, you know?"

"Then I guess we have something in common," Luffa replied coldly.

That should have been a good sign, but something about Luffa's tone was less than encouraging. Seltiss wasn't sure what to say that could improve the situation, and then Luffa stood up and started kicking into the air.

"Yeah," she said as her left leg moved almost too fast for Seltiss to follow. She switched sides and did the same motions with her other leg. "Yeah, the balance is good. Nice traction, too. Not so sure about leaving my ankles exposed like this, but I can deal with that. Let's go."

She started walking straight for the exit, not even waiting for Seltiss to settle her bill. Seltiss groaned and went to the register, figuring that it was enough to have Luffa on Planet Eetii. It wasn't like she would be hard to find.

*******

Seltiss eventually found Luffa standing on a mesa overlooking one of the S.F.C. encampments on the planet. Below, Saiyan mercenaries ran through training drills, while Federation technicians provided maintenance to their ships and weaponry. They occasionally glanced up at the mesa, each of them well aware of Luffa's presence, even though they couldn't see her. Seltiss was grateful that she had told her officers about Luffa's visit in advance. As it was, there was still a chance her troops would panic, but at least they had been given a fair warning.

"I was hoping to give you a tour of our camps," Seltiss said as she alighted beside Luffa. "I'm sure you could provide some valuable insight. From what I've seen of the Federation's military, I can tell you run a tight ship."

"The Federation military runs itself," Luffa said. "Well, Marshall Booth runs it. I try to stay out of their way."

"Oh. Well, I guess that's a good call," Seltiss said. "They're a very efficient operation. My generals have already learned a ton from them."

"That's not too surprising," Luffa said. She uncrossed her arms and waved one hand toward the camp below. "Saiyan mercenaries aren't exactly known for their discipline. Must be like herding cats."

Seltiss made an insincere chuckle. "It's, ah, it's a major challenge, that's for sure."

That was an understatement. Seltiss had inherited her father's talent for statecraft, and she had a galaxy-class education to fall back on, but most of her ideas and plans were founded on textbook theory, rather than real-world experience. Her followers weren't used to working within such a large and diverse group, and so they incessantly came to her to solve all their organizational problems. She suspected that the only reason they weren't pestering her now was because they were so unsettled by Luffa looming over them.

In a way, Luffa’s visit made for a pleasant distraction. It was another challenge, perhaps even more difficult, like rolling all of the unruly Saiyans under her banner into one. But at least it was a change. Luffa's grim silence gave Seltiss a moment to enjoy the warmth of desert sun on the back of her neck, and the slight odor of her new suitcoat as it mingled with the scents of the native flora.

"I'm curious how you got this many Saiyans together without my finding out about it," Luffa finally said.

"Oh, it wasn't that complicated, really," Seltiss said. "I set up a base of operations on an obscure planet, and then I started contacting embassies, mercenary contractors, and all the other usual places you'd go to find Saiyan activity. I also had some copies of, like, my father's records. He had a lot of contact information. E-mail addresses, subspace comm frequencies, stuff like that."

"I tried searching Rehval's embassies," Luffa grumbled. "I never found anything useful like that."

"Um, duh, that's because all you had to offer anyone was a violent interrogation," Seltiss said. "I didn't go anywhere in person. I just sent messages with an offer of safe haven. I got a lot of takers, but I made it a rule that you had to contact at least one other Saiyan before I let them join. They didn't have to get the next guy to say 'yes', but it helped spread the message quickly and quietly. Turns out, there's a lot of Saiyans out in the galaxy who wanted an alternative to running from you, or waiting for my father to come out of hiding."

Luffa shrugged. "Serves me right. Maybe I should have taken a more subtle approach."

"Well, it's not really your style," Seltiss said. "Besides, the Saiyans who joined my group never knew anything about my father's whereabouts. Even if you had found them all, they wouldn't have been able to tell you anything."

"Still, to hide a whole population of Saiyans from me... that's something," Luffa said. "That must be a really backwater planet you found. I’ll bet it’s tough for you to maintain supply lines."

"We manage pretty well," Seltiss said.

The truth was that Seltiss' base was on Planet Shenia, an inhabited planet she and Xibuyas had conquered several months ago. The S.F.C. lived quite comfortably there, as they relied on the Shenian people to serve their needs. Seltiss considered herself a benevolent overlord. The Saiyans generally stayed out of the natives' way, and Seltiss permitted the Shenians to live and work mostly as they had done before her invasion. As long as their leaders provided the food and materials she ordered, she would leave them alone.

But Luffa didn't need to know that. Seltiss knew very little of the Super Saiyan's personality, but it was clear to most observers that she had a soft spot for aliens. Luffa had liberated numerous planets in her career, and she seemed to go out of her way to defend weaker peoples from aggressive powers. Seltiss doubted that Luffa would actually turn against the S.F.C. over an insignificant planet like Shenia. Their alliance was too important to jeopardize over a backwater planet full of weaklings. Even so, there was no need to strain their relations by bringing it up. The less Luffa knew about it, the better off they would be.

"Must be difficult wrangling all those Saiyans without anyone revealing the location of your headquarters, though," Luffa said. "They seem to respect your authority well enough."

"They know my father is no longer fit to rule," Seltiss said. "They also know what a massive control freak he is. I knew if he ever found out about what I was doing, he'd try to meddle with it, one way or another. A lot of my guys only want refuge, either from your or from my dad. They like the secrecy even more than I do."

"Sure, but it's a big universe," Luffa said. "Plenty of ways to hide without turning to a teenage girl for help."

Seltiss smiled. "True, but most of them know that the Saiyan people need a ruler, and as the heir to the throne, I'm the best candidate."

"Is that right?" Luffa asked idly.

Seltiss began floating into the air, and she waved for Luffa to follow her. "Come on," she said. "I want to show you something."

*******

There was a palpable tension in the public areas of the Saiyan camp. The mercenaries did their best not to show it, but Seltiss could tell they had been on edge ever since Luffa arrived on the planet. Now that Luffa was walking in their midst, Seltiss could practically feel their discomfort like the heat from a radiator. Even so, they went about their business, milling about, swapping tall tales of past battles, arguing about repair work for their ships, and giving lessons to their children.

"They're usually more enthusiastic than this," Seltiss said. A little Saiyan boy ran past them, and they could hear his mother yelling for him to stay away. "Well, I guess the kids are about the same," Seltiss added. "Everyone's just nervous because..."

"I get it," Luffa said. "They were like this on Planet Saiya, only there's a lot fewer of them here. If I decided to play with them a bit, they wouldn't stand a chance, and they know it."

"Okay, then why are you, like, enjoying it so much?" Seltiss asked. "I tried to calm these guys down, and you're grinning at them like you want them to be afraid of you."

"Oh, please," Luffa said. "You've spent time around aliens. Don't tell me you've never gotten a kick out of being strong enough to defeat them all in a heartbeat."

"Well... yeah, sure," Seltiss said. "But we're not aliens... unless you..."

"Oh, I'm as Saiyan as the rest of you, little girl," Luffa said. "But we're not equals, so don't pretend a few chromosomes put us on the same level. When I was your age, I was a lot weaker than you are now. Pretty sure if that Luffa was standing here today, you wouldn't even give me a second look. I didn't ask to become this strong, but now that I am, I won’t pretend I'm not just to make you feel better about yourself."

Seltiss nodded. "Like, fair enough, I guess. We're just not used to being so low on the pecking order."

"And that's what's wrong with our whole species," Luffa said. "Most of us are chumps who think they're a big deal just because they can knock over a planet. We call ourselves warriors when most of the time we're just bullies who don't know what to do when someone stronger comes along."

Seltiss took some solace in the word "we". A lot of Saiyans claimed that Luffa was an alien posing as a Saiyan. To Seltiss, that just sounded like a crackpot conspiracy theory. And yet, despite Luffa's outward appearance, there was something very unnatural about her. Seltiss could finally see how the 'alien' rumor got so popular. The truth was perhaps more horrifying: that Luffa used to be a normal Saiyan and somehow evolved into something... else. At last, Seltiss finally understood why Xibuyas was so worried about the possibility of being her son. But at least Luffa still considered herself a Saiyan, even if she looked down in disapproval at her brethren.

Seltiss led Luffa to the command center, which was constructed out of a special material Seltiss had discovered during her occupation of Planet Shenia. It resembled cloth, but when connected to a device Seltiss didn't really understand, the fabric stiffened and became like a thick sheet of strong metal. The Shenian military could carry it easily and set it up like a tent, but then activate it to make a shelter strong enough to withstand a bombardment. Seltiss expected Luffa to take an interest in the building, but she never said a word. Perhaps she had seen something like it on other planets.

She introduced Luffa to some of her generals. Each of them was a Saiyan man at least fifty years of age. They briefly discussed their own impressions of the ongoing war, but all Luffa was concerned about was tracking down the Jindan Cult's base of operations. None of them could offer any solutions to that problem.

Seltiss then took her to the mess hall, and barely managed to convince Luffa not to go into the kitchen and "help".

"I guess it would be dishonorable to just barge into their place and take over," Luffa said as she gnawed on the barbecued rib of some large animal. "It's just that I live with aliens, and it forces you to get very protective of cooking spaces. You can't trust them not to make a mess of things. But these guys here, they seem to know their stuff."

She passed a bowl of stew to Seltiss's side of the table. "Here, try some of this," she said. "It'll put some meat on those arms of yours."

Seltiss shook her head. Like all Saiyans, Seltiss had a ravenous appetite of her own, and her side of the table was stacked with her own share of animal bones and empty plates. Even so, she didn't seem to eat enough for Luffa's liking. Seltiss wasn't sure if this was some sort of motherly instinct, or flat-out body-shaming, or something else entirely.

"Your, ah-- your wife," Seltiss asked, desperate to change the subject. "Is it difficult to cook for her? When you had me over for dinner on your ship, I only ever saw her eating from one plate."

"Oh, you have no idea!" Luffa said, still chewing on a piece of bread. "She *says* she's a survivalist, but she hardly eats at all. Honestly, I got used to her eating small portions. What's *creepy* is how she doesn't even act hungry at all for *hours*, even though she barely ate anything. Like, how does she do it?"

Seltiss relaxed a little. For the first time, it felt like Luffa was opening up, however slightly. She was worried that her alien wife would be a sensitive topic, but it looked like she had been dying to talk to another Saiyan about it.

Luffa pointed a fork at Seltiss and raised an eyebrow. "As far as cooking goes," she said, "the trick is to remember that you only have one shot, so you need to make it count." She reached into the pile of bones next to her and pulled one of them from the bottom of the stack. "Now this one was a little overdone, but so what? You cook this much meat all at once, you're bound to have a few pieces on the fire too long. It happens. But for some aliens, this one rib might be enough to feed three people, so you have to get it right, or they'll think you don't know what you're doing."

"I see," Seltiss said, not sure if she actually understood.

"You have to focus your effort on very small portions. And you can't just serve one dish and call it done. Aliens have to eat some vegetables, just like the rest of us. So the portions have to get even smaller so you can serve more than one in the same meal. So you end up spending all this time and energy on something a normal person would gulp down without even noticing."

"That sounds way challenging," Seltiss said.

"It is, but my senses got sharper after I--" Luffa held her free hand next to the side of her head and waved it upward to signal what she meant. "That helped, believe it or not. There was a time when I couldn't handle a spoon without bending it in half, but eventually I managed to control my other form enough where I could cook that way. Then I got to where I could make those improvements work in base form. Now, it's kind of fun to cook at microscale."

"That's great," Seltiss said. She had no idea what sort of alien Luffa's wife really was. She looked humanoid, with blue skin, green eyeballs, and blood-red hair. Seltiss half-suspected that the creature didn't need to eat whatsoever, and only played along to salve Luffa's culinary pride. But Seltiss certainly wasn't going to suggest that out loud and spoil the mood.

So instead, she tried to steer the conversation towards her own agenda. "You know, what you're talking about feels a little like what we've been trying to do with the Free Company," Seltiss said. "I'm hoping that this war will be a chance for us to show the galaxy a different side to the Saiyans. This might be, like, the only shot we have. Like those meals you cook for aliens, we only get one chance to get it right."

"Yeah, I figured that's why you said you wanted to show me something down here, Seltiss," Luffa said. "What was it you wanted me to see?"

"Uh... really?" Seltiss had to fight to suppress her frustration. She had hoped that she wouldn't have to spell it out, but it seemed that Luffa hadn't even been paying attention. "I mean, you saw everyone outside. Working together, respecting the Eetiian population. A lot of the Free Companions still have their tails, and they brought their children along to train them for full-scale wars. I'm not forcing them to assimilate or put their embryos in tanks like my father, or anything gross like that."

"You want a medal?" Luffa asked. "I didn't turn this camp into a smoldering crater, but I don't see anyone throwing me a parade."

"You met my generals," Seltiss said. "That proves something, doesn't it? That I'm not just some ditzy teen playing leader. They wouldn't have joined me if I hadn't earned their respect."

"They joined you because you have something going for you," Luffa said. "Generals need troops to command and kings to give them authority. You might have some credentials, but let's face it, this is just a convenient arrangement for all of us."

"Doesn't it feel even a little comfortable to be around other Saiyans?" Seltiss asked. "I know they're all afraid of you right now, but we can work on that. You don't have to be alone--"

"Your old man tried to make the same pitch last year," Luffa said. "Then he tried to kill me."

"Yeah, I know," Seltiss whined. "I'm trying to show you that I'm not like him."

"I've noticed," Luffa said. "You've been very eager to impress me, Seltiss," Luffa said. "Why is that, exactly?"

"I need your support," Seltiss replied. "A lot of Saiyans have joined me because they want to get away from my father's oppressive policies, and because they don't want you harassing them to get at him. If I can get along with you, it proves that I'm a leader who won't make more trouble for them."

Luffa sneered. "Spoken like a true politician."

"You saw me fight those Oatians," Seltiss said. "Are you telling me I lack passion, just because I'm pragmatic?"

"You fight like you talk," Luffa said. "Very precise, very calculated. It slows you down, though. You think too hard about what you're going to do before you do it. When you finally commit to a course of action, it's a smart play, but it slows your reaction time."

Her words stung. Seltiss had always prided herself on her ability to stay cool under pressure and examine the situation. She had assumed that Luffa made her fight the Oatians just to see what Seltiss could do. She had tried to end it quickly, so she would have fewer chances to make any mistakes. And yet, in that short battle, Luffa had not only analyzed Seltiss' entire fighting style, but had deconstructed it.

"I... no one's ever told me that," Seltiss finally said. "I usually get complimented for my quick reflexes. Xibuyas even called my style 'poetry in motion'."

Luffa snorted. "Katem is a teenage boy," she said. "He'd probably watch you slip on a fruit rind and tell you how graceful you are. The worst part is, he would probably mean it."

"I guess you're right," Seltiss said. "But I thought that his speed would allow him to notice flaws in my moves, and if he couldn't see any, then..."

Luffa pointed at her own eyes. "He's fast, but I'm faster, kid. Take my advice. Sometimes you have to let your instincts take over. A hasty punch can be more effective than a well-considered one."

"Heh. All right. I like you, Luffa. Not many people are willing to be so direct with me."

"Good, then I'll keep going," Luffa said. "I think you're a walking example of why monarchy doesn't work. People follow you because they're fed up with your father, and yet they still think you're qualified just because you're his daughter. That's ridiculous. You're a child. I don't care how smart you are."

"That's another reason I want to impress you, Luffa," Seltiss said. "I have a lot to prove. If I can convince you I know what I'm doing, then I can convince anyone."

"And then what?"

"Huh?"

"Let's say you succeed. You become the Queen of the Saiyans. What would you do with that? Where would you go from there?"

Seltiss was beginning to realize that Luffa was an even greater challenge than she had ever dreamed. She was used to her followers accepting her vision very readily. But then, what choice did any of them really have? Even Xibuyas, for all his power, had nowhere else to go. She cleared her throat as she tried to think of some way to make her dream as compelling as possible. Then she gave up, as she knew Luffa was too straightforward for anything less than direct honesty.

"I'd want to shape the Saiyans into a nation, just like my great-grandfather wanted," she began. "But I'd want to undo the failed policies of my father. The secret police, the cultural reforms. His obsession with you. The strange experiments... Why are you laughing?"

"Because you don't get it," Luffa said. "Did it ever occur to you that all that of your father's dirty tricks were the only thing keeping him in power? That without all his backstabbing, his precious kingdom would have flown apart a long time ago?"

"Are you saying I have to embrace his wicked ways to hold power?" Seltiss asked.

"No, I'm saying the Saiyans can't be united under a single ruler," Luffa said. "Not for long, anyway. Not without abandoning what makes our kind great. You and your dynasty are just spitting into the wind."

"Then... then I'll never convince you that I'm a great leader," Seltiss said. "At best, we can only agree to disagree."

"Now that's the most mature thing you've said all day," Luffa said. She rose up from the table and began picking up the dishes.

Seltiss wasn't sure what to make of that, but she hoped it was a good sign. She had hoped to get some sort of truce with Luffa, some kind of formal promise that she wouldn't intrude on Free Company affairs, but maybe this was good enough. She might not believe in Seltiss now, but if she was willing to give her a chance, if she was prepared to wait and see, then that was something. At least it implied that Luffa would back off and let Seltiss run things without interference.

She was sure Luffa would confront her about her base of operations. But she didn't seem to know about Shenia, and there was no indication that she had any interest in finding out. As long as the occupation was a secret, then there was a chance. There was only one other loose end she needed to tie up. As she considered how best to broach the subject, Luffa had dropped off all of their dishes at a receptacle on the far wall of the mess, and she was already heading out the door.

"There was one other reason why I wanted to impress you," Seltiss said as she caught up to her. "I'm, uh, dating your son," Seltiss said.

Luffa made a mocking show of surprise. "You don’t say?" she asked. "I had no idea..."

Seltiss ignored her sarcasm. "Depending on how things go, you and I could wind up as in-laws, right?"

"You're sixteen," Luffa grumbled.

"I like to plan ahead," Seltiss said with a smile. She needed Xibuyas, not for any romantic reasons, but for his power. He was probably the strongest Saiyan in the universe after Luffa. The problem was that Luffa claimed to be his mother, and he vehemently denied it. She needed to find some way to keep that conflict from exploding in her face. One of these days, Luffa might come to take custody of Xibuyas, or he would take it upon himself to kill her, or die in the attempt. Neither outcome was favorable to Seltiss. She needed to get a handle on Luffa's intentions towards the boy. Would she even allow him to marry? Would she let him be his own man? Her entire timetable depended on having loyal Xibuyas wrapped around her little finger for at least another five years. Unfortunately, Luffa was more concerned with the short term.

"Can you cook?" Luffa asked. "Because I can almost promise you he can't."

"Why does matter if we can cook?" Seltiss asked.

Luffa threw her hands up in the air. "What do you two lovebirds plan to eat?"

"We'd have servants for that," Seltiss said.

Luffa stopped along the path they walked and turned to face her. "Hah! You actually think it's that simple! Just get someone else to cook the meals? Launder the sheets? That's no marriage, girl. That's a stay at a hotel. What do you have to offer a mate, besides your title and bloodline?"

"Well, Xibuyas finds me attractive enough..."

Luffa shook her head. "Useless. Boys his age... There's a few hundred million women in the universe who'd turn his head the same way if he ever saw them."

Seltiss couldn't help but admire Luffa's ruthless appraisal. As much as the young princess prided herself on her detachment, she supposed that she had let Xibuyas' flattery go to her head. Around him, it was easy to think there was something special about herself that he could never find in anyone else. He probably believed that, but she couldn't risk letting herself believe it too.

"Let me ask you this," Luffa went on. "What do you see in him?"

"He's very sensitive," Seltiss said. "Well, he puts up a lot of barriers, but he lets them down around me. I'm the only one he can truly confide in."

These were facts, although they didn't actually answer Luffa's question. Seltiss had long ago crafted a response for what she liked in Xibuyas. It sounded a lot better than saying: "He's easy to manipulate, and he's nice to look at."

"So what?" Luffa asked. "That isn't practical at all. It sounds to me like you're in love with being in love. That won't get you very far. Trust me."

Perhaps, Seltiss thought, her pat answer needed workshopping.

"Then you're saying all that matters is doing chores?" Seltiss asked.

"Marriage is a partnership," Luffa said. "It's one thing to share the pleasures, like sex and war and listening to the same music. But what really counts is being able to take care of the little things. The boring parts where no one else is around. If you two can handle that, then you don't really need my approval, or anyone else's."

"So I should learn to cook," Seltiss said. "Is that what you're telling me?"

"Hell no," Luffa snorted. "Get him to cook. He'll be better at it, since he should have inherited my talent for it. When's he coming back here?"

"Tomorrow," Seltiss said. "He had some mopping up to do on Penticede, but his last transmission said he'd be arriving on Eetii in the morning."

"Fine. I need to fill him in on the rock creatures. He should be strong enough to defeat one on his own, as long as he knows where to strike."

"Oh! Wow, that’s a relief. I was wondering why you hadn't told me anything about the rock creatures until now," Seltiss said. "I was starting to think you didn't trust me."

"I don't trust you, Seltiss," Luffa said. "You keep trying to get on my good side, like we're buddies or something, but you keep your secrets, don't you?"

"Secrets?" Seltiss said. "I... I don't know what you're talking about. If you mean our home base, that's a matter of security. I can't just--"

"I'm not talking about Shenia, kid," Luffa groaned. "I already know how you took over the government so you could use it for your own plans. Federation intelligence tracked it down for me three weeks ago."

"You... you knew?" Seltiss suddenly felt her throat going dry.

"You'll order your forces to withdraw from the planet immediately," Luffa told her. "If you don't comply, my spies will report that back to me. The jig is up, Princess."

"Now hold on!" Seltiss said, her voice sounded a little higher than she would have liked.

"Don't get me wrong. I don't like having all these Saiyans of yours operating in Federation space, but I have to admit that Marshall Booth was right. We do need this alliance to hold off the cultists. But you personally? Well, that might be another story.

Seltiss couldn't believe this. How could it all go so wrong so quickly. "You knew, this whole time?" she sputtered. "But you let me go on and on, trying to be friendly towards you... Why?"

"I'm no diplomat," Luffa said. "Ask anyone on the Federation Council. They'll tell you that I negotiate like I fight. And there's nothing quite as satisfying as letting your opponent waste their energy while they think they have a handle on the situation. Then you tell them how things really are, and you catch them off balance."

Seltiss took a step back from Luffa, and nearly stumbled. "You can't be serious. You'd kill me over Shenia? You've never even been there! I made sure to pick a planet you've never been to."

"What difference does that make?" Luffa said. "I've seen enough planets conquered by invaders. I think I've got a pretty good idea what it's like. You want me to believe you're some kind of genius leader? Stop acting like a pirate. Try building a country from scratch, instead of on the backs of someone else. Or I can kill you here and now. Your choice."

"Now hold on!" Seltiss gasped. "You can't kill me. You just said you needed our alliance. Without me, the Free Company falls apart!"

"Maybe," Luffa said. "But something tells me a lot of your guys might decide to stick around and see the war through without you. Once they get a look at those rock creatures, they'll see things my way."

"What do the rock creatures have to do with it?!" Seltiss demanded.

"Your daddy's face, that's what!" Luffa shouted.

Her outburst was loud enough to be heard by Saiyans who were passing nearby, though none of them could have understood what it meant. But Seltiss understood. The shock of it was like a chill through her entire body. Her knees gave way, and she nearly sank to the ground.

She surely would have, except Luffa caught her by the arms and held her upright.

"No, that won't do," Luffa said, looking down on Seltiss with wide eyes. "You're the Princess of the Saiyans, aren't you? The iron lady should face this on her feet, shouldn't she?"

"T-trismegistus..." Seltiss stammered. "The alchemist who trained my father. He could just be using dad’s likeness to--"

"Get real, Princess," Luffa said. "Rehval is Trismegistus. He stole the real guy's name, just like he stole the name 'Rehval' from your uncle. Did you know about that? Nobody knows your dad's real name. Not even you. He thinks it's cute or something that no one knows."

Seltiss wanted to say she couldn't believe it. That wasn't true. She didn't know the full extent of her father's machinations, but she knew enough about him. Jindan, the cult, the war, the rock creatures. Was any of it truly beyond his abilities? There was no escaping it. Unable to retreat into denial, all she could do was look away from Luffa's steely gaze.

"Huh. You really had no idea, did you?" Luffa said. "I thought if I played along, let you talk long enough, you might betray yourself, give me some clue that you were secretly in league with the cult. But no, the tears are real. Maybe you did know about all this, once, but your old man altered your memories."

She wanted to angrily deny this charge, to insist that her father had never used any of his mind-altering potions on her. But... how could she ever be sure of that? If he was behind the Jindan Cult, enslaving his own people, then was there any depth he wouldn't sink to?

"I so wanted to believe he was dead," Seltiss said. "It would have easier that way. So much easier. I could lead the Free Company into war and avenge him, instead of trying to compete with him for however long it took for dad to realize he was obsolete."

"Avenge yourself, girl," Luffa said. "Your father is the lowest kind of scum, but you can restore your honor by helping me find him. But first, you withdraw your soldiers from Shenia. You'll never rise above your ancestors by wallowing in the same kind of filth."

There was something oddly comforting about Luffa's grip on her shoulders. Seltiss vaguely wondered if this was the sort of thing she had missed out on from her own mother. Brutal as Luffa's words were, there was a ring of truth to them.

"I'm not with him, Luffa," Seltiss said angrily. "I don't expect you to believe that, but I'm saying it anyway. I'll do, like, whatever you ask, but I have to see this through. I can't rest until he dies."

Luffa smiled. "Very good, Seltiss," she said. "My father betrayed me once, too, you know. Maybe you'll get a chance to kill him, the same way I killed mine. And then... Well, we can have something else in common."

She shoved Seltiss to the ground, then turned and flew away, leaving the daughter of the Rehval Dynasty to wish that she could be anyone else than who she was.

NEXT: Method to the Madness.

#dragon ball #fanfiction #lssjluffafic #super saiyan #luffa #seltiss #travigar #eteii

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Swerve X Reader – A Human Crewmate - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Changes

A/N – Based on a lot of @rocksinmuffin head-canons so extra special thanks to them for that. Special thanks to the commenters on the last chapter for being super awesome, @tranformers-4-life @lilysflowershop

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

After much debate between the four bots who knew of your presence, it was finally decided that they’d have to tell the crew about you; they couldn’t exactly keep you hidden like some sort of pet and you couldn’t live the rest of your life in one room, never getting out. However, with advice from Rung and Ultra Magnus, it was decided that the crew would only find out when you were ready. As such, Rodimus would visit your ‘room’, which wasn’t much more than a metal desk with a hastily crafted bed and toilet on top of it, to ask if you were ready on a daily basis daily. Each day for a week you gave him the same answer, ‘no’, before heading back to bed.

You realised it was somewhat pathetic that you were hiding away in your room, neglecting bodily care but you could barely come to terms with never seeing Earth again, let alone being stranded with an alien race. Fortunately, as far as thinking ahead and taking care of yourself went, Ultra Magnus had the food problem covered and while the food wasn’t amazing, it did sustain you. Rung meanwhile, also visited daily, repeatedly asking you to see him as a patient, whilst also trying to respect your request for space; when you wanted to talk, you’d ask.

Eventually, your bodily odour got the better of you. It served as a reminder that you had to help yourself or slip further into the bleakness of depression. With one more day to gather courage, you awaited the return of Rodimus.

Rodimus was ecstatic to hear that you were ready, mainly because he was having a hard time keeping you a secret; the crew would be so excited. Despite his elation, you had a few requests to make of him first.

“Sure, sure,” he answered confidently, “whatever you want. If I can get it, I will.”

“Okay,” You said, thinking of your list. “First off, I need a proper room Rodimus, I’m talking one with a fully-equipped bathroom, and I won’t go out before that because I really need a shower. Then there’s the little things like a washing machine and dryer, a proper bed, not that this one’s too bad. Also, clothes, these ones need washing,” you tugged your shirt. “Oh yeah, food. Magnus isn’t doing too bad but he’s not human and putting peanuts in butter doesn’t make peanut butter so like, I need to see what stores he has to see if it’s going to last… are you even listening?”

Rodimus’ optics had glazed over and he was grinning broadly; he was actually planning his speech to the crew and getting to the ‘Til all are one’ part when you called him out.

“Sure I am, you said bathrooms,” he answered, affronted.

“And…?”

“And some other stuff too.”

You glared at him, “Rodimus, this is important, do I need to get Magnus for this or are you going to listen?”

“Alright, fine but we’re going to need someone else for this job.”

“Who?”

“(Y/N), meet Brainstorm, he’ll build all that human stuff you need,” Rodimus introduced a blue and white bot who had a scrutinous gaze or so you thought; the face plate unnerved you, it made Brainstorm’s emotions hard to read until he spoke, reflecting his personality in his voice.

“Magnificent,” Brainstorm marvelled, inspecting you.

“Oh, um thanks,” You replied, feeling awkward.

He laughed, “No, not you. It’s magnificent that you get to meet me. After all, I’m clearly the smartest being you’ve ever encountered.”

“And the humblest,” You added under your breath.

“Anyway, lucky for you, you get to spend your time with me while I build your room.”

“Ha, yeah, about that, I actually have to see Rung about something, unless you need me here.”

“Even better, now it’ll be a surprise.”

“…Right. Rodimus, can you sneak me to Rung please?”

Rodimus smiled cockily, transforming into a car before your very eyes. You stared, stunned and unsure of what to do or say. The door opened, inviting you in and making the situation stranger still. You weren’t concerned about yourself, for surely it would be like any other car ride but would it feel bad for Rodimus? Like a parasite that needed ejecting. Gingerly, you sat in the front seat, feeling out of sorts as a seatbelt wrapped over you. With a whoop of joy, Rodimus sped off towards Rung; you’d been wrong, it wasn’t like anything experienced before.

Fortunately, Rung was alone when you arrived, allowing Rodimus to let you out and transform back.

“Resident human here to see you Ring but first, how was that (Y/N)?”

“Uh…”

“Speechless huh, so cute. Well I don’t mean to brag,” Rodimus crowed, clearly bragging, “but that’s definitely the best ride any humans ever had.” He didn’t leave time to respond as he left the room, whistling.

“I have a feeling he’ll be quite hard to keep up with,” You noted quietly.

Rung chuckled, “Never a dull moment, that’s for sure. Now, I’m glad you’ve come to see me (Y/N), is there anywhere in-particular you’d like to start? With Earth, perhaps?”

A dull throb of pain resonated within you at the mention of the home you’d never see again, leading you to retort, “Oh no, none of that psyche stuff, not today. I just came to ask some questions, if you don’t mind.”

“Absolutely, whatever you want to know, uh, would you like to sit?”

A quick glance around the room revealed the difficulty of finding an appropriate spot. You scanned every surface, smiling at the model ships, big enough to fit you in, and what you presumed were sweets for Cybertronians. After a minute, you spoke, “I’ll take the desk, if you’d give me a lift please.”

Rung obliged, lifting you to the desk, where you sat cross-legged; he sat opposite, on his chair, waiting for you to speak.

“I guess my curiosity finally got the better of me. First off, do Cybertronians have gender constructs? If so, are you all male?”

“We do pertain to genders yes but not all bots are male. After the war however, our females were scattered.”

“War? Hang on, we’ll come back to it in a minute. How long do bots live?”

“Billions of years, our bodies simply go on with the proper care and attention.”

Your mind reeled at the possibility of living that long; it was incomprehensible what you’d do with that much time. “How will the others re-act to me?”

“I’m afraid I can’t say, just like you couldn’t say how each individual human on your planet would re-act to me; only time will tell.”

“Rodimus… he told me about a co-captain, Megatron. Why won’t Megatron see me? He knows I’m here, Ratchet told me.”

“Megatron is… troubled, especially by organics. Once you learn of our war it will become clearer.”

The answer was dissatisfying, it left too much unsaid. “Alright then, tell me about the war, the crew, the ship and its quest, no matter how long it takes.”

After hours of explanations from Rung, multiple queries from you, and several questionable snacks brought in by Magnus, you had a decent knowledge on Cybertronian history as well as the answers you’d been looking for. It was almost terrifying to think about how one bot’s reasonable disdain against an unfair system led to the destruction of countless worlds and the citizens who lived upon them. Then again, humans hadn’t been so different within their own species; one should never forget the acts of power-hungry men such as Hitler, Stalin, and Mussolini. However, nobody was asking you to meet Hitler and treat him with indifference; how could you do so for Megatron?

Before you could ask more about then mysterious co-captain, a call came through Rung’s comm-link, informing him that Brainstorm was finished and Rodimus was on his way back to pick you up; something you were thankful for because exhaustion was beginning to set in. Politely, you thanked Rung for his time, assuring him again that you’d be back if you wanted to talk about life’s deeper matters. He saw you out with a smile, hiding his worry about your mental welfare. As a psychiatrist, he had to trust that you’d keep your word and come to him, though he wished, not for the first time that he could make you stay and release any bottled-up emotions that might harm you later down the line.

“So, what do you think?” Brainstorm beamed.

You gaped at the room before you. It contained everything you needed and more. It was still set on the table so nobody would accidentally step on you if they came to visit or went in the wrong room accidentally. There was a kitchen with all the sparkling, chrome appliances you could never afford on Earth, like the kind featured in glossy magazines or on TV. The bathroom was the only room with walls added around it to ensure your privacy. Many luxuries had been added, including a TV bigger than a cinema screen against a wall across the room. Another wall had been completely replaced with glass, showing the vastness of space outside. Even the bedroom was spectacular, including several wardrobes (yet only two other outfits), the new bed was a canopy bed, like something a princess might have. Yes, the room had everything you needed and more, there was only one problem. No matter where you looked, pictures of Brainstorm were printed on every surface. The bed spread had a full-body image of him finger-gunning, the shower curtain was him in a rather promiscuous pose, the table which served as your floor held different closeups of him; lamp shades, cushions, even a dress which had been brought in for you. Everything depicted him.

“Aww, who’re we kidding? You love it, I can tell. How could you not? I am after all, your favourite mech. Hmm… I do wonder if I should sign any of it, would that be too much?”

“I um, right now, I- I think you’ve done enough,” You said, finally finding your voice.

Brainstorm sagged slightly, “Oh.”

“No! I mean, I love it but I wouldn’t want to ruin your uh, artistic vibe, by asking you to do even more for me.”

“…Right.”

“Uh, it’s just… I mean…” You sighed, “I suppose the bed wouldn’t be complete without a signature.”

Instantly perking up, Brainstorm signed the bed with a laser pen, making it permanent. It read, “From the mech you live for, Brainstorm.”

Considering his sudden burst of energy, you realised quite how manipulative he could be; it was all an act.

“And now, as much as I’d love to stay, I have much more important science-y stuff to do, bye,” he let himself out, leaving you alone once more and very overwhelmed.

You were unsure of what to do first. Despite your need for sleep and a shower, you found yourself staring outside, to the vast expanse of space; looking out there, at the cold darkness that had come close to being your demise, you felt more alone than ever. The thought made you cry.

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doctorwhonews · 7 years ago

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Shada (DVD/Blu-Ray/Steelbook)

Latest Review: Shada Written by: Douglas Adams Directed by: Pennant Roberts, Charles Norton Produced by: Graham Williams Cast Tom Baker (The Doctor), Lalla Ward (Romana), David Brierly (K9), Christopher Neame (Skagra), Daniel Hill (Chris Parsons), Denis Carey (Professor Chronotis), Victoria Burgoyne (Clare Knightley), Gerald Campion (Wilkin), Shirley Dixon (Ship), Derek Pollitt (Caldera), James Coombes (voice of the Kraags), John Hallet (Police Constable), David Strong (Man in Car) Cover Art: Lee Binding (DVD, Blu-Ray), Adrian Salmon (Steelbook) Originally Released: November 2017 Shada Reborn Quite possibly a record-breaking candidate for the longest filming period for a single script, Shada bridges two millennia – from 1979 to 2017 – and represents a heroic effort to finally plug one of the most egregious gaps in the Doctor Who canon. In a way, Shada mirrors the antagonist of that other great Douglas Adams story, City of Death. Just as Scaraoth is shattered into dozens of versions of himself across the centuries, the industrial action that stymied the original production of the serial saw it fractured into a number of variants and doppelgangers. Most famously, Adams decided the root concepts and ideas behind his final Doctor Who script were too good to waste and they found their way into his Doctorless novel Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency. In 1992, a rough edit of the surviving footage was patched together with exposition from Tom Baker and some unsympathetic synthesizer music. Later again, an animated incarnation saw Paul McGann’s Eighth Doctor reunite with Romana and K9 and a new supporting cast to cure a nagging feeling of something undone in Cambridge 1979. But this Shada is very much the real deal. The entire surviving cast have been reunited to record the missing dialogue, the missing sequences have been animated where appropriate, though brand new models and have constructed and filmed by the Model Unit to act as inserts in the live action scenes, and a brand new score by Mark Ayers is constructed like an act of musical archaeology to recreate the instruments, methods and style of 1970s legend Dudley Simpson. It can never by Shada as it would have been, but it by far lays the strongest claim to being the definitive article. As with any such project, the team had to make creative decisions and not everyone will agree with all of them. For instance, with Denis Carey (Professor Chronotis) and David Brierly (K9) having died since their original contribution a couple of minor scenes requiring them are left unanimated, while others have their presence reduced to lines which could be reproduced from other recordings of the actors. While some no doubt may have preferred soundalikes to be used to make as complete a version as possible, it’s a sensitive decision and highlights that, in fact, the missing moments were largely padding anyway. Similarly, but much more controversially, is the decision to assemble Shada as a 138 minute film rather than as six episodes. (It even has - steady yourself - a pre-titles sequence). This will go against every instinct of many long term fans, still sore from VHS cassettes of hacked down stories and the fight to get episodic releases. But in this case it seems to work. Watched in one sitting it makes for a breezy, fun, adventure – yet the way the story is paced would have seen the episodic version with a curiously uneventful Part One and a number of extremely undramatic cliffhangers (only the midway point would have given us something as genuinely brilliant as “Dead men require no oxygen”). For me, the only genuinely poor decision is to seize on the existence of the original K9 prop, some original wall panels from the 1979 set, and the surviving (bottom) half of an original Kraag monster costume to recreate a few shots of K9 fighting a Kraag. I appreciate the sentiment behind it, but the fact the surviving bit of set to squeeze them into is so small, and the Kraag only visible from the waist down, makes for a weirdly, and unintentionally silly, looking moment that takes you out of the flow of the story more than the switches to animation do. Few would argue, though against the decision to bring in Martin Gergharty and Adrian Salmon to do design work for the animation. Not only are they brilliant in their own right, creating clear lined, loyal yet character-filled, interpretations of the cast in warm, friendly colours, it also helps smooth over the slightly stilted, flash style – the characters may not feel like they have a full range of human movement, but the presence of Gergharty’s art, so familiar to the readership of Doctor Who Magazine, makes it feel almost like panels from the beloved DWM comic strip brought to life. Shada Reviewed But has all this effort simply been an ultimate exercise in obsessive, fannish, completeness? Are we seeing the resurrection of a poor story just because it’s there to be done, or the completion of a classic in its own right? In short – is Shada actually any good? As it happens, Shada is brilliant jewel to add to Doctor Who’s crown if one, like all the most spectacular diamonds, not without its flaws. One the wittiest of Who scripts, and certainly with one of the most fascinating premises, at six parts it’s basically City of Death with extra portions. Famously, one of the script’s biggest critics is its own author – written, as it was, at a point when Douglas Adams was juggling several different projects and deadlines and pouring his greatest effort into his own personal work rather than Doctor Who. Considering that a billion years from now, stuck in the glovebox of an interplanetary roadster, the fruits of that rival project may be the last sign of the human race’s existence, it would be churlish to complain about that but still, Adams is being ungenerous about the serial. In almost every way, this is the fullest encapsulation of the latter half Tom Baker years. Tom himself exudes the same sort of relaxed charm, peppered with moments of total nonsense that marked City of Death while Lalla Ward has never seemed more possessed of an unearthly beauty. All of their scenes together are a joy and something as simple as them going boating, or visiting an old friend in his rooms for tea is all stuff I could watch hours of, even without any alien menaces showing up. And the alien menace that does show up is stupendous – possibly the most unbelievable thing about the whole story is the revelation on the commentary track that the people in the background of Cambridge genuinely ignored Christopher Neame in his outrageous hat and slowing silver cape as if he was an everyday sight. But the massively fun campness of Neame’s character Skagra is balanced by the imaginative and typically Adamsian plot the villain has hatched. Skagra is unusually preoccupied with the heat death of the universe in several billion years’ time and obsessed with stopping it. Like solving the central question of Life, the Universe, and Everything the main stumbling block to finding the answer is processing power – so he’s going to absorb every mind in the universe into one great gestalt entity, so that every being in creation is simply a conduit for finding a way to save it without the petty distractions of life. In a way, it’s Douglas Adams inventing cloud computing thirty years early and typical of the scientific verve and imagination he brought to everything he wrote. (Tellingly, a year later his replacement would also craft a story about forestalling the heat death of the universe but, while propounding the superiority of ‘hard science’, would solve it by inventing some space wizards who use magic words to make it go away).There are undoubtedly flaws, mostly as we race towards the end with the mounting sense of a script with the ink still wet and no time for afterthought or final drafts. Chris Parsons is probably the best of the solid young everymen Doctor Who has ever featured, and pitched perfectly by Daniel Hall, yet despite early episodes spending more time of introducing and building on his character, he gets lost in the shuffle of the climax. There’s even a dramatic scene of Chris making a vital deduction and racing out to save the day, only for Adams to be plainly unable to think of anything to give him to do once he gets there (a problem Gareth Roberts ingeniously solved in his 2012 novelization but which, presumably for purity’s sake, the producers here don’t take the opportunity to steal). Meanwhile, the Kraag outfits are really quite poor, even for the era that gave us the Nimon and the Mandrel, and a lot of the location film work in Cambridge feels rather loose and in need of a tighter edit.Yet, there’s an inescapable magic to Shada that goes well beyond its status as a mythical ‘lost’ story, and had it been completed in 1979 it would still have been regarded as one of the highpoints of Season Seventeen. Extras This release comes with a full set of extras the complement the story perfectly. A commentary orchestrated by the unsinkable Toby Hadoke on less funding than the bus fare into town sees him interview Neame and Hall about their experiences during filming, and Gergharty and animator Ann Marie Walsh about the pressures and effort involved in creating the project against incredibly tight deadlines. Taken Out of Time interviews many of the those involved in front of and behind the cameras on the original production to build a picture of exactly how it came to abandoned in the first place. Strike! Strike! Strike! uses contributions from those involved in industrial relations at the time to help explain exactly how the unions of 1970s television came to be so powerful, and give a potted history of their rise and fall through the lens of how industrial action had impacted Doctor Who over the decades both negatively (when it was at the BBC) and positively (when it was arch rival ITV left showing blank screens opposite the Doctor’s adventures). Both of these are proper, half hour documentaries that tell a story of their own almost as compelling as Shada itself. There’s also fascinating Studio Sesssions - 1979, showing the working methods of the cast and crew in-studio as the cameras roll between takes. Most fun of all is are the Dialogue Sessions – in which we get to see Tom Baker and Daniel Hall record their contributions for the animation, with all Tom’s uproarious ad libs and suggestions for improvements to the script intact. The extras are rounded out with the video of the Model Unit filming of Skagra’s space station and ship, as well as the TARDIS model, new footage taken of Daniel Hall and Tom Baker’s stand-in as reference for animation, photo galleries, as well as the obligatory Now and Then tour of what the Cambridge locatoins look like three decades on. ROM content even includes a full set of scripts, storyboards, and the 1979 Doctor Who Annual (if, rather bizarrely, packed as 56 separate image files).The Steelbook release goes even further to try and lay claim to the definitive Shada package – with a third disc containing the 1992 reconstruction and the 2003 Paul McGann web animation adaptation (remastered for viewing on TV screens rather than computer monitors). About the only thing not included is the novelization. Presentation and Packaging The DVD version has a slightly astonishing error where the coding that tells a television to display it as 16:9 or 4:3 is messed up – meaning that if watched on a 4:3 television the image will appear in the centre of the screen, with black bars on all sides – top, bottom, left and right. On a modern 16:9 television it displays the picture correctly (with bars on left and right as this is archive television intended as 4:3) but even then some resolution is lost as the image is basically being blown up to fit. That said, you’d be hard pressed to actually notice the lower resolution on viewing the DVD and it probably still looks better than it would have done on the average 1970s domestic television. All the same it’s disappointing to see such hard work by so many involved obviously handed off to someone much less fastidious at the eleventh hour for authoring the DVDs. It should be stressed, however, that the Blu-Ray and Steelbook don’t share this flaw so, if it’s going to bother you, those are the routes to take. The cover art, some may remember, was the cause of a bit of a social media flap last year when Clayton Hickman’s distinctive and unusual scarf patterned cover was ditched at the comparative last minute. In the final result, Lee Binding’s replacement is… fine, if a little bland and stilted seeming, probably as a result of the tight deadlines under which it was done. Strangely, a vestige of Hickman’s original design lingers on in the insert booklet. “Bland” is not something anyone could accuse the Steelbook art of. Undoubtedly DWM’s most marmite love-him-or-hate-him artists, Adrian Salmon provides a cover piece in his distinctive, angular, impressionistic style. Personally, I love him. A thread long dangling frustratingly at the corner of Doctor Who history, Shada is reborn by a massive and dedicated effort by a hugely talented team to reveal it as an all time classic mix of Douglas Adams’ trademark whimsy and intelligence. Handsomely accompanied by a great set of extras and marred only by some inexplicable technical sloppiness, this is a must for any collection. But one, perhaps, to get on Blu-Ray if possible. http://reviews.doctorwhonews.net/2018/02/shada_dvd_blu_ray_steelbook.html?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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