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Erik Marcaigh

Erik Marcaigh
Just a Little Disagreement

They were eight hours in, Rose lying in a hedgerow 1,000m away with the sniper rifle pointed towards the home office of Counselor Hargathen. Seamus was at the door in a repairman's uniform, answering the call made earlier when an electrical problem surfaced out of nowhere. His job was to get in and disable the protective shielding around the house long enough for Rose to take her shot.

The Counselor had introduced a new bill, placing additional taxes on the purchase and insurance payments of spaceships, and their client wanted to cast a special veto before it gained traction.
 

Sir.Tj

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One careful owner......

"Lovely little runner Sir, used by a Vicar to pop to sermons at Mars High each week."

Psykokow lusted after it, he had to have it!

Only 43,000,000 on the clock Sir, a snip at 15 million credits.

Handing over his last credits, the salesman spoke, "would Sir like insurance?"

"No thanks", Kow replied, "Insurance is for mugs!"

Kow powered it up and departed into deep space.

Tapping the speedometer he noticed the sticker over the odometer. he peeled it off and gasped at the astronomical number hidden underneath.

Suddenly the ship lurched. Metal grinded, smoke erupted from the engines.
 

Frank

Frank
Ubiquity

Mark entered the showroom and spoke to the sharp-dressed salesman. "I'm sick of pirates catching me. Got anything with a bit of oomph?"

The salesman smiled razorsharp teeth. "The Cobra-Mk3 is faster than any pirate in this sector! Plenty of Cargo space as well."

Mark left smiling with a bill of sale in his hand.

A pirate entered the showroom, "Traders keep getting away from me! I need something to give me an edge."

The salesman smarmed his most convincing smile and gestured towards a model of a Cobra-Mk3. "These craft seem popular with those in your line of work."
 

Frank

Frank
The Stories So Far

We got:-
01 - Galactic midden - A placeholder poem until I can launch the real spaceship
02 - Erik Marcaigh - Just a Little Disagreement
03 - T.j - One careful owner......
04 - Frank - Ubiquity
It's been a while since a Poem's won. This could be the week. Even if you feel you can't beat Galactic midden please enter a Drabble. We'd like to hear from you. Think of it like a Michael Schumacher Grand Prix. Just because you think you know who's coming first doesn't mean the rest of the contest isn't interesting.
 

psykokow

psykokow
Misery

Frank eagerly awaited the delivery of his bulk Janx order. The January sales were always a great chance to restock his cupboards with the bare essentials. And 15 tonnes of Janx would certainly mean January would be a month not to remember.
The doorbell rang out its cheery tune and Frank skipped, arthritic bones cracking on each bound.
He opened the door to a sullen delivery man with a note.
‘Sorry sir’ it read ‘due to the war in Barnard’s Star we are unable to ship your order’
He gasped and read on
‘for warzones, other carriers like Spay ship’
 

Sir.Tj

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psykokow said:
Frank eagerly awaited the delivery of his bulk Janx order. The January sales were always a great chance to restock his cupboards with the bare essentials. And 15 tonnes of Janx would certainly mean January would be a month not to remember.
The doorbell rang out its cheery tune and Frank skipped, arthritic bones cracking on each bound.
He opened the door to a sullen delivery man with a note.
‘Sorry sir’ it read ‘due to the war in Barnard’s Star we are unable to ship your order’
He gasped and read on
‘for warzones, other carriers like Spay ship’
Click to expand...

Only a Scotsman would us a pun like that...:D
 

Frank

Frank
Only a true Orion Miner would leap in his spacecraft and sort out the problem at Barnard's Star. Try to delay my shipment will they!?
 

Splendour

Splendour
First Contact

It came again a second time
A moving dot, a point of light
A sign from Gods the sages said
A portent visible by night

Swimming 'gainst the flow of stars
This time slower then the last
Its light grew brighter, dazzling
'Til every stone a shadow cast

Then came the angry voice of Gods!
Reverberating all around
Until the very rock it shook
The beasts and birds all went to ground

Terror struck the hearts of men
As holy fire lanced from high
Burning all of those who sinned
We knew the judgement day was nigh

The Gods arrived.
 

MrMogadon

MrMogadon
The Biennial Navigational Anomalies Lecture

With tenure at Barnard Star Correctional University, he was keen to impress his peers.
A last minute invitee (due to cancellations in protest about proposals to increase the event’s frequency), he had rushed to prepare his work.

An expert in imaging technology, he had wondered about the topic, but could see merit in reducing possible space ship damage and biological contagion by tracking these small, fast moving organic objects.

He was saved great embarrassment, by the commotion caused by Professor Psykokow’s presentation on Ovine Remlock’s.

Subsequently, solar storms were blamed for communications glitches regarding many misunderstandings about the presentation topic.

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If I wasn't at work, I'd blame this on drink
 
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Galactic Midden

Galactic Midden
Righto, here's a proper drabble for your delectable consideration

When accidents lead to heroics... Or maybe it's just incompetence

The assistant looked petrified as he yelled out in terror "There's more contacts! One's massive!"

"How long till evacuation's complete duty sergeant?" asked Science-Chief Derrick.

"Too long, 'roids damaged many escape pods. We ain't getting half the science team off before our orbit intersects again."

"Send another distress... and logs. Mark mission over and rotate the outpost starwards. We'll shield as many as we can... God help us."

"Wait! That massive contact's hailed us!"

Hurtling on over-cooked approach, the shiny new mining behemoth "84ER-ROR" blasted the last 'roid away before inevitably and fatally starfalling.

The hail contained one word... "sawwww-!"
 
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Erik Marcaigh

Erik Marcaigh
Well, that makes 7, so the poll can be held. Let's get up a few more back into the ol' double-digits, eh?

I'd start naming out people like Bleke, but I'd probably forget a few. Up too early to answer a client's call and hope I made sense on the phone. It's back to zzzzzzzland for me...
 

azdour

azdour
There be real pirate spaceships out there?

The cobra was pulled out of supercruise sending the craft into a vomit inducing spin.

As the ships computer battled to counter the spin, the pilots mouth dropped.

His senses trying to understand what he saw before him. Was it the spin inducing this illusion?

A large galleon with four masts.

It opened fire. The pilot instinctively reacted, firing back.

Chunks of wood shattered as he hit it, revealing a metallic interior.

The galleons weapons smashed into the cobra. The ship starting to scream eject.

The cobra exploded and the disguised anaconda spaceship continued on looking for its next victim.
 

Winterwalker

Winterwalker
With thanks to Galactic Midden, for the reminder! Here goes;

Spaceships

3301. They celebrate Empire Day, talking spaceships. This load out that, I creep in like a cat. Ordering three nerfed martini's, the barman 100, miss out the synthi-vodka. 100 more drops gin from the test tube, I tune in.

Imperial Clipper he boasts, of railguns, nice. With so much equipment, he bought it twice. But he's not ensured, that's twice; He spills his drink, once again, staggering up.

Three bodies between us, I follow him, slow. Assessing my quarry to the garage below. And I won't be sorry, we launch to depart, and target his engines, in well rehearsed art.
 
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Frank

Frank
Well done everyone! Well Done Galactic midden! That's 9 so far and a Goose soon to join us.

01 - Erik Marcaigh - Just a Little Disagreement
02 - T.j - One careful owner......
03 - Frank - Ubiquity
04 - psykokow - Misery
05 - Splendour - First Contact
06 - MrMogadon - The Biennial Navigational Anomalies Lecture
07 - Galactic midden - When accidents lead to heroics... Or maybe it's just incompetence
08 - azdour - There be real pirate spaceships out there?
09 - Winterwalker - Spaceships

This will be the 85th poll of this game that we've all come to know and love. A contest that's played not just in Britain, but around the world.
 

psykokow

psykokow
Had Enough

It sat majestically amongst the red glow of the star, gloriously shimmering in the heat haze.
Slowly turning and sucking in the vital hydrogen from the edges of certain fire-y doom.
The pilot, drenched in sweat regretted his low grade scoop as heat damage bit chunks out of the ship. He strained painfully watching the fuel gauge rising… slowly.
Trading rares was a sure fire way to work up to being one of the big boys in their big ships. Then he’d show them.
He smiled as the fuel indicator reached full.
Then a triangular bleep appeared on his radar.
 

psykokow

psykokow
First time

Cathy slipped into something less comfortable as Frank nervously tugged at his collar and tie.
He managed to loosen it enough to gasp a quiet gush of vital air into his lungs.
His hands clammy and hot, he was uncomfortable, this was his first time trying this.
Cathy reappeared, resplendent in white.
The only sparkle to drown out the glow from the delicious attire was that from the beaming smile on her face.
She looked knowingly at Frank, nodding slowly to ensure he got the message.
‘YES’
He smiled, “Great, well that’s the Dress picked, now for the lace slips”
 
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