Disclaimer: I do not own Blake's 7 or it's characters in any way shape or form. They are the property of the BBC.

Hi, my first fic for the Blakes 7 gene. I don't know if anybody will read or like me to continue...please let me know...basically in a nutshell, this is Blake from the moment he left the Liberator to his death on Gauda Prime...

CHAPTER NINE..." an audience on Kaldor"

The Beta class cruiser was in flight through space heading to the outer quadrant where Kaldor was situated. The ships pilot Kram checked the navigational co-orderinates and turned to Blake sitting next to him.

"It's going to take awhile...grab some sleep while you can Blake"

Blake brushed a hand over his stubble growth and turned to him, "If that's alright, I will...it's been a hectic few days"

He unclipped the safety straps and forced the flight chair back and stood, "call out if you need me"

Kram laughed, "I'm banking on a safe flight...Logan has set us a clear path"

Blake nodded and went through into the back.

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in the back, Blake removed his top and went to the locker to change into something more comfortable to sleep in. Logan looked up from where he sat clutching a thermas flask.

"That wound...it's looks nasty", Logan observed.

Blake only nodded and pulled on a vest and closed up the metal locker.

"Is it a war wound?"

Blake clicked his tongue and then came to sit opposite him and glared at him sternly, "his name was Travis...and he died when the Federations central control centre Star-One was destroyed...anything else you want to know?"

Logan leaned forward, "you don't like me very much, do you"

Blake shrugged, "I don't know yet Logan, I don't know you well enough to KNOW whether I like you...but Xherphi trusts you and that's good enough for me"

Logan raised his eyebrows, "you're big on trust are you Blake?"

He shook his head, "Of course...if you don't trust people, then they aren't going to trust you, are they"

"I can see Xherphi trusts you...I suppose that should be good enough for me", resigned Logan.

Blake shook his head, "I hope so...the moment I begin to not to trust...is the moment I begin to be a different person"

XXX

The planet Kaldor was at the edge of Federation space. The cruiser hovered over the space port and came to a gentle touchdown, exhaust fumes blasted a final wave as it came to rest onto the roof platform of the main city complex.

As the ramp extented, Blake took the lead and met the welcoming party at the ramps base.

Governor Shanhoade's blue robes moved about his feet as extended his hand, "I hope your journey was a pleasent one"

Blake managed a smile, "It was...", and then he glanced at Logan behind him, "...it's a pity about the company"

Shanhoade led the way across the tarmac and into an elevator, "Please come this way..."

Blake turned to Logan, "you can stay with the ship with Kram... Zante, Jul and Bevan with me please..."

The elevator took the group down 5 levels to the conference room. It was light and airy with huge glass windows that looked over to various office blocks outside. The carpet was plush and spoungy, and the conference table was a huge glass affair, oval in shape that had 8 stainless steel chairs positioned around it.

Governor Shanhoade sat at the helm of the table with 4 of his trusted aids. Blake sat at the polar opposite, "Blake...the stories I have heard...and now you are here...is it true that the Federation is no more?"

Blake was sincere, "not entirely...after Star-Ones destruction it is reported that up to 80% of their fleet was obliterated...meaning their regime and terroritories have retracted, so you have nothing to fear if you join us"

The aids looked towards their governor for guidence as Blake continued, "...our journey here prooves that fact, there are no organised security or transmission checks in place this far out...joining us now is the perfect time...we can really do with your help and your resources"

"And are financial help?", questioned a grey haired woman in a plain grey trousersuit.

Blake nodded, "yes...we all want to be ready for the fight back, don't we...we can ALL benefit from eachother if we do things right and do things now"

Governor Shanhoade nodded, "yes that's what we've always wanted, believe me...and the Federation need this planet for their mining schedule...there is plenty of ore they need here for their weaponary systems...but we've ALWAYS remained neutral"

"Being neutral will not keep you safe...as a force to be reckoned with...then that's a whole different matter..."

XXX

Zante stood outside in the corridor. He pushed through a door and went and stood onto the concrete walkway outside that over looked 3 tall office blocks. The near white sky above was dominated by a huge moon that arched like a rainbow over the horizon.

He turned and looked at his watch, then towards Jul who was stood at the other end of the block walkway.

He the leaned over the edge and looked down to the next level. He caught sight of a set of elevator doors binging open and a Federation trooper stepping out clutching his sidearm.

Zante leaned back out of sight. Panicking, he hurried across the peri-pount, hissing and trying to warn Jul who turned to face him, only to be fired at by an enemy trooper that was aiming from a belcony opposite them, Jul feel to his knees in shock clutching his stomach.

Zante bolted through the doors and went bursting into the conference room.

"Blake, it's a trap!"

Blake jumped up when he heard gunfire from outside. He swung around to face Governor Shanhoade who didn't know where to look, he he finally faced him, "they arrived just before you did Blake..."

"Blake! We have to GO now!"

Blake bolted through the door and Zante was after him.

They went running along the peri-pount and could see five Federation troopers hurrying up the metal spiral stairwell behind them.

Bevan leaned over the belcony above and took pot shots at them, one trooper fell to the ground and another trooper returned fire to no effect.

Blake jumped over a low wall and Jul followed, they both crouched down weapons poised.

"It was a trap Blake! But how could they know?"

Blake shook his head, "I don't know...but we are going to have to keep moving, come on"

Jul followed him across a narrow ledge and then they jumped about 5 foot to the contrete walkway below and made a run for it.

At the end of the walkway, both ducked down to see more troopers gather pace into the opposite direction. Blake notioned towards the open elevator opposite them, Zante nodded and they both made a dart to it and the door slid shut behind them.

Blake put an earpiece to his ear and spoke into the mic, "Kram are you receiving me?"

"Yes Blake...Blake what's going on, I can hear gunfire..."

"Just get the ship ready to get out of here, now!", he hissed.

Zante clutched his gun poising it outward to the doors, "Could all this Shanhoade? WHY Blake, WHY would he betray us!"

"It can't be him..."

Zante looked at Blake seriously, "then there's a spy Blake...somebody must have told them we'd be here..."

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