Drabble: Silver

[vilakins]

Last week's b7friday topic was fanfic clichés and here's an old one.

Silver

Avon strode onto the flight deck, resplendent in his new tunic.

"Nice outfit," said Vila, pretending he was shielding his eyes from the glare. "Showing off your grade?"

Avon compressed his lips and sat down as his table. "Shut up, Vila."

Jenna raised her eyebrows. "So our Avon's a silver alpha." She grinned, leaning back in her pilot's seat.

Avon stabbed at the circuit he was working on so hard, he bent his probe.

Jenna turned to Vila. "What's burning him?"

"Can't you guess?"

Jenna smiled slowly. "Ah."

"That's right. He can't stand that he's not a gold like you."

Comments

[jhall1.livejournal.com]

Very painful, bending your probe. :)

[vilakins.livejournal.com]

That's exactly what Vila would say!

You won't know the fanfic cliché this is having a go at, but it wasn't enough for some writers that Avon was an alpha grade. He had to be a silver alpha, based, I think, on the silver tunic he wore several times. [rolls eyes]

[jomacmouse.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised someone didn't think a little more laterally, and dub him a platinum alpha ;)

[vilakins.livejournal.com]

Someone probably has!