Good Evening to you all and welcome to Abraka Drabble the show about drabbles and people wot riyt em. Spling is optshunal.
This weeks topic was set by last weeks runner up in the absence of our winner Splendour... so it aptly was "Disappointed" set by Mr Mogadon
So I was waiting for Frank to put this poll up... and guess what... he disappointed me.
Don't bother tuning in for Abraka Drabble Friday night 7pm BST coz it will only let you down..
especially if you list on Lave Radio Stream http://laveradio.com/lave-radio-live/
Or on http//twitch.tv/laveradio
Or http://twitch.tv/psykokow
http://thargoidandfer-de-lance.co.uk/drabbles/category/drabble-podcast/
VIDEO Here (Youtube being a poo)
http://www.twitch.tv/psykokow/b/648286284
Audio
http://thargoidandfer-de-lance.com/songs/drabbles10042015.mp3
If you do turn up, I might be there!!
and it might be awesome!
Right onwards to our entries this week..
Drabble Number : 01
Author : Darkoba
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2067061&viewfull=1#post2067061
Title: Nowhere to Go but Down
Drabble :
Frank watched sympathetically as Dar’koba trudged despondently from the bar. With a sigh, Frank turned back to his Janx.
Dar’koba, disappointed at not getting the position of Assistant-Head of Station-Security, wandered the corridors aimlessly. He had no ship, no credit and worse, no more self-respect.
He found himself at the Refuse Collection and Dispersal Unit, where rubbish was held prior to recycling or shipping out.
“How fitting.” He thought, slumping onto a dented and torn ship’s panel.
Agent P walked into the Thargoid-and-Fer-de-Lance.
“Where’s Dar’koba?” he asked Frank. “I thought he’d be here celebrating.”
“Nah! He’s down in the dumps.”
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Drabble Number : 2
Author : Simoof
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2067323&viewfull=1#post2067323
Title: The multi-million dollar upgrade - a tale of woe and suppery. (based on a true story)
Drabble :
At last. A new ship.
Every penny spent.
Shields ripped out - more cargo space.
Frameshift Drive - maxed.
Even the weapon bay looked formidable.
Maybe next upgrade the scanners. Then possibly the power-plant. It won't take long to raise money with this behemoth.
I had just enough money to fill the cargo holds. Spending my last penny on fuel I waited with anticipation as the launch pad released my shiny.
"Engines disabled. Not enough power."
Oh, That's what the power-plants for.
"$400 loitering fine."
Re-dock please.
"Please leave the station first."
3 weeks labour undone in 5 minutes.
Elsewhere, Tammy sharted.
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Drabble Number : 3
Author : {SAS}Stalker
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2067473&viewfull=1#post2067473
Title: Disappointed
Drabble :
The last flight of the day, I prayed the station unmanned
Docking clearance was granted, without being scanned
I’d returned full of gold, from a mission afar
And all I could think of was a drink, at the slingshot bar
With my cargo now sold, my hold was all empty
With the credits I’d made, the beer would be plenty
Sometime around midnight, with my mind in a spin
I showed the bar maid my Python, and we quietly sneaked in
Once the haze was cleared, I saw my error in brag
Before me sprawled out, was Docstone in drag!
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Drabble Number : 4
Author : Listeri69
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2068129&viewfull=1#post2068129
Title: Cruising for a Bruising......
Drabble :
'OWWWWW careful there mate '
'I've got to get dis app ointment in the right place for it to work'
'No use rushing now we've definitely missed dis appointment damn that kow'
'Well stop groaning and rolling like a Dippy point man '
'I think my legs broken Do you even know how to fix a joint?'
'Just lie back and i'll crack the leg into place so I don't miss a point'
'You'd think this sort of thing wouldn't happen on kow tours, how did he hit that asteroid anyway?'
'Suicide. I heard him say ' And with dis asp I anoint'
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Drabble Number : 5
Author : Splendour
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2068296&viewfull=1#post2068296
Title: Dis-Appointed
Drabble :
Before the office door Lieutenant Psykokow hesitated. Admiral Frank had a fearsome reputation for dressing down officers. Psykokow steeled himself and entered.
Resplendent in silk and gold braid, Frank exploded when he saw the junior officer.
"Call those rags a uniform? Dishcloths! Don't slouch! You call that a six pack? I've seen firmer jellies! You call those muscles? My mum could hit harder then you! And those eyes, how do you see though all that mascara? Bet you couldn't fly a ship straight if it was on autopilot! We'd best find out! Take command of Federal Corvette Agamemnon, Captain! Dismissed!”
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Drabble Number : 6
Author : DocStone
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2068979&viewfull=1#post2068979
Title: DR Ted is a nonce and has nothing to do with this Drabble
Drabble :
Reality shifted and primal energies writhed as the Anaconda entered normal space. Space again was torn asunder as three Vipers emerged from FTL Space and took up formation around the cruiser.
Powerful sensors punched through space, painting a picture of hell itself on the Anaconda’s view screens. Of the four Orcas only one remained intact; its drives melted, its hull burnt and holed. Through the large, laser scarred windows the passengers’ bodies floated; twisted and broken, frozen in agonised eternity.
“CMDR! We have the pirate’s jump vector, plotting it now.”
“Spool the drives. We will not be disappointed this time….”
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Drabble Number : 7
Author : Goose4291
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2069046&viewfull=1#post2069046
Title: Reassignment
Drabble :
High above Capitol, the Fretensis orbited, her hull pale blue from the illumination of Achenar’s sun.
In her CiC, Trierarchus Marcellus paced. They’d been here a week now after delivering Senator Torval for a Senatorial meeting without new orders.
One of the communications team, Signifier Titus approached with a dataslate. “Sir, transmission from the Achenar Praefectus Clasis.”
Snatching the dataslate from the ratings hand, he quickly decoded it. Was this a chance to earn battle honours in Themiscrya as part of Senator Patreus pending campaign perhaps?
The disappointment was shattering. They were being sent to Synteni to perform anti-piracy operations.
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Drabble Number : 8
Author : insanephoton
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2071687&viewfull=1#post2071687
Title: Out in the void
Drabble :
Maybe this one will be different?' Psykokow said to Frank as their Asp jumped into the system. Eagerly they fired the ADS. The parp of the space horn reverberated through the ship.
'Icy planets, rocky planets, asteroid belts... nothing of interest here' Frank observed glumly.
'We'll try the next one'
The search carried on until...
There on the system map was a blue planet, the pair looked at each other hardly daring to believe it. Could this possibly be an earth like? 'Kow moved the cursor over it. 'First discovered by Simon Winnard' read the legend.
'Noooo' they both cried
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Drabble Number : 9
Author : Ian Phillips
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2073504&viewfull=1#post2073504
Title: Where is the quality content?
Drabble : A sigh, softly exhaled, tickled his ears.
"This is not what I was hoping for".
His heart sank a little and he launched himself into an effort to defend his purchase.
"It's top of the range stuff. Technically it's of a really high standard, and it's cheaper than the budget you stipulated."
"I'd much rather have paid more for something with quality content, than this.... "
"Trading is about taking good opportunities and spending money to make more money.
You really just don't have a brain..... for this business, Simoof
The stuff is of a good technical standard, but.... Susan Boils?"
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 10
Author : Frank
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2073553&viewfull=1#post2073553
Title: Little Boy Blue and the Man on the Moon
Drabble : Max seemed agitated. "It was great seeing you Dad, but I've got to get back to work."
"Sure son. I was so close I just had to swing by. We should have a tennis match sometime. A ship this big you'll get plenty practice in free fall. You might have a chance at beating your old man." He looked around the cabin. "What are you hauling anyway?"
Max looked at his feet as his father checked the itinerary.
"Slaves? There are slaves in the cargo hold?"
Max continued to stare down at his feet.
"My son is a slave trader."
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Drabble Number : 11
Author : CdrTwisted
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2073739&viewfull=1#post2073739
Title: Nanodrabblow
Drabble : Fingers trembling, Frank unwrapped the package. By size it must be from The Publisher -- a dataslate engraving of his first proper book.
All that work, all those hours spent. It wouldnae've happened without that hyperspace glitch, on the jump to Leesti.
Instead of taking thirty seconds to arrive, it took thirty days. By the time he blinked back into normspace, he had a novel.
That would show Simoof and Doc, Twisted and Mogadon, Darkoba and Winnard. Naysayers, curse them.
The paper came off. Frank held the dataslate triumphantly. And saw the title.
"Drabblissiminimus - A Memoir of the Craft, by Psykokow."
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Drabble Number : 12
Author : Clef_Hanger
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2075243&viewfull=1#post2075243
Title: "A Lipple Ship Who Farped"
Drabble :
This disappointing tale of woe
Comes from the heart of Winnard's Hole
-------------------------
Edward was no longer here.
He was no longer even near.
His whereabouts as yet unclear
and so they called him "Far Ted"
He had a book he couldn't write,
His letter "T"s had taken flight,
Disappeared into the night
and soon to follow "Far Ted"
He searched the old, explored the new
For letter lost 'tween S and U
Sadness now inside him grew.
Disappointed "Far Ted"
He never found the missing "T"s
Instead he substituted "P"s.
His book, named after "Listeri",
"A Lipple Ship Who Farped"
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Drabble Number : 13
Author : Erik Marcaigh
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2076984&viewfull=1#post2076984
Title: Double the Dismay
Drabble : "Just let me off the ship," pleaded Kalran.
Rose shook her head. "No, you're a risk and we don't need you pointing your finger our direction. You're staying."
She left Kalran's room and secured it, double-checking communications lockout.
"We're ready to launch," stated Seamus. "There are reports of bounty hunters nearby. Time to slip out. Bloodless, you ready, mate?"
"No, we need ta ditch this crazy Hindu. He's been howling all week o'er what we done to 'is Orca. Lemme kill 'im."
"Not happening," said Rose as she buckled in. "Like it or not, I'm keeping an eye on him."
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Drabble Number : 14
Author : Mr Mogadon
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2077720&viewfull=1#post2077720
Title: Three Really Isn't a Magic Number
Drabble : I first heard the word Troilism at Mistress Payne's Correctional Establishment.
On querying the meaning, and being pleasantly surprised that dwarves weren’t involved, I left my manuscript for proof-reading and immediately departed.
Hurrying homeward, I paused briefly to forewarn my good lady, Clamydia, of my intentions; requesting that she find a willing participant amongst her numerous friends.
At home, after Clamydia had introduced her friend, newly returned from Paris, and coincidentally well-versed in this very practise, we set to with vigour.
Truthfully, despite my wife’s encouragement and that of her friend, Mike Coxwells, it was not all I had hoped.
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 15
Author : Telakin
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2078116&viewfull=1#post2078116
Title: Sleepless nights - the price of peace
Drabble : Telakin looks at the mission counter "Remaining time: 30 hours".
It has been a busy week, hauling nearly 1.000.000 tonnes of metals to Herreshoff Gateway in Kwatee, fighting pirates, training newbies, calculating strategies.
His group, the Mercs of Mikunn, are building themselves a new station and tier 3 - already a close call - should bring a commodity market, crucial to sustain the station in the long run, Tier 8 would have brought a shipyard, but only if the contract ran for another 490 days, give or take a few.
"Disappointment? No, we are getting us a shiny new home!"
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 16
Author : Steed
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2080421&viewfull=1#post2080421
Title: What the brochures don't tell you!
Drabble : For the first few days she'd been overwhelmed by the nausea, not to mention the little oompa shapes that can-canned across her vision. Shrooms without the fun.
Last night it had settled enough that she could relax into the dinner, and even enjoy the weightless dancing after whilst the Orca spun gently above the earth-like's metallic ring.
Initially offended at the suggestion of a cruise she was now glad she'd relented, waking this morning had felt blissful.
Except.
The initial skip to the bathroom gone she scowled whilst attaching herself, then winced at the vacumn sucking.
Yup, definitely no poo-phoria.
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Drabble Number : 17
Author : Psykokow
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2081074&viewfull=1#post2081074
Title: Heritage
Drabble : I could taste victory was close.
I had chased this asp from Lave to Veamit.
Now my interdict unit BITES HARD on his ship and we we’re alone at last.
My coms burst into life with the usual begging and tales of family waiting somewhere for them to return home with essential food… blah blah blah
I continue to fire until something makes me smile
“target shields offline”
Now sweet crumps as kinetic rounds pound their way through my targets hull..
Then protestations over coms cease, and boom, silence.
It’s time to visit his family… wouldn’t want to disappoint them..
This weeks topic was set by last weeks runner up in the absence of our winner Splendour... so it aptly was "Disappointed" set by Mr Mogadon
So I was waiting for Frank to put this poll up... and guess what... he disappointed me.
Don't bother tuning in for Abraka Drabble Friday night 7pm BST coz it will only let you down..
especially if you list on Lave Radio Stream http://laveradio.com/lave-radio-live/
Or on http//twitch.tv/laveradio
Or http://twitch.tv/psykokow
http://thargoidandfer-de-lance.co.uk/drabbles/category/drabble-podcast/
VIDEO Here (Youtube being a poo)
http://www.twitch.tv/psykokow/b/648286284
Audio
http://thargoidandfer-de-lance.com/songs/drabbles10042015.mp3
If you do turn up, I might be there!!
and it might be awesome! Right onwards to our entries this week..
Drabble Number : 01
Author : Darkoba
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2067061&viewfull=1#post2067061
Title: Nowhere to Go but Down
Drabble :
Frank watched sympathetically as Dar’koba trudged despondently from the bar. With a sigh, Frank turned back to his Janx.
Dar’koba, disappointed at not getting the position of Assistant-Head of Station-Security, wandered the corridors aimlessly. He had no ship, no credit and worse, no more self-respect.
He found himself at the Refuse Collection and Dispersal Unit, where rubbish was held prior to recycling or shipping out.
“How fitting.” He thought, slumping onto a dented and torn ship’s panel.
Agent P walked into the Thargoid-and-Fer-de-Lance.
“Where’s Dar’koba?” he asked Frank. “I thought he’d be here celebrating.”
“Nah! He’s down in the dumps.”
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 2
Author : Simoof
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2067323&viewfull=1#post2067323
Title: The multi-million dollar upgrade - a tale of woe and suppery. (based on a true story)
Drabble :
At last. A new ship.
Every penny spent.
Shields ripped out - more cargo space.
Frameshift Drive - maxed.
Even the weapon bay looked formidable.
Maybe next upgrade the scanners. Then possibly the power-plant. It won't take long to raise money with this behemoth.
I had just enough money to fill the cargo holds. Spending my last penny on fuel I waited with anticipation as the launch pad released my shiny.
"Engines disabled. Not enough power."
Oh, That's what the power-plants for.
"$400 loitering fine."
Re-dock please.
"Please leave the station first."
3 weeks labour undone in 5 minutes.
Elsewhere, Tammy sharted.
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 3
Author : {SAS}Stalker
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2067473&viewfull=1#post2067473
Title: Disappointed
Drabble :
The last flight of the day, I prayed the station unmanned
Docking clearance was granted, without being scanned
I’d returned full of gold, from a mission afar
And all I could think of was a drink, at the slingshot bar
With my cargo now sold, my hold was all empty
With the credits I’d made, the beer would be plenty
Sometime around midnight, with my mind in a spin
I showed the bar maid my Python, and we quietly sneaked in
Once the haze was cleared, I saw my error in brag
Before me sprawled out, was Docstone in drag!
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 4
Author : Listeri69
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2068129&viewfull=1#post2068129
Title: Cruising for a Bruising......
Drabble :
'OWWWWW careful there mate '
'I've got to get dis app ointment in the right place for it to work'
'No use rushing now we've definitely missed dis appointment damn that kow'
'Well stop groaning and rolling like a Dippy point man '
'I think my legs broken Do you even know how to fix a joint?'
'Just lie back and i'll crack the leg into place so I don't miss a point'
'You'd think this sort of thing wouldn't happen on kow tours, how did he hit that asteroid anyway?'
'Suicide. I heard him say ' And with dis asp I anoint'
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 5
Author : Splendour
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2068296&viewfull=1#post2068296
Title: Dis-Appointed
Drabble :
Before the office door Lieutenant Psykokow hesitated. Admiral Frank had a fearsome reputation for dressing down officers. Psykokow steeled himself and entered.
Resplendent in silk and gold braid, Frank exploded when he saw the junior officer.
"Call those rags a uniform? Dishcloths! Don't slouch! You call that a six pack? I've seen firmer jellies! You call those muscles? My mum could hit harder then you! And those eyes, how do you see though all that mascara? Bet you couldn't fly a ship straight if it was on autopilot! We'd best find out! Take command of Federal Corvette Agamemnon, Captain! Dismissed!”
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 6
Author : DocStone
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2068979&viewfull=1#post2068979
Title: DR Ted is a nonce and has nothing to do with this Drabble
Drabble :
Reality shifted and primal energies writhed as the Anaconda entered normal space. Space again was torn asunder as three Vipers emerged from FTL Space and took up formation around the cruiser.
Powerful sensors punched through space, painting a picture of hell itself on the Anaconda’s view screens. Of the four Orcas only one remained intact; its drives melted, its hull burnt and holed. Through the large, laser scarred windows the passengers’ bodies floated; twisted and broken, frozen in agonised eternity.
“CMDR! We have the pirate’s jump vector, plotting it now.”
“Spool the drives. We will not be disappointed this time….”
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 7
Author : Goose4291
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2069046&viewfull=1#post2069046
Title: Reassignment
Drabble :
High above Capitol, the Fretensis orbited, her hull pale blue from the illumination of Achenar’s sun.
In her CiC, Trierarchus Marcellus paced. They’d been here a week now after delivering Senator Torval for a Senatorial meeting without new orders.
One of the communications team, Signifier Titus approached with a dataslate. “Sir, transmission from the Achenar Praefectus Clasis.”
Snatching the dataslate from the ratings hand, he quickly decoded it. Was this a chance to earn battle honours in Themiscrya as part of Senator Patreus pending campaign perhaps?
The disappointment was shattering. They were being sent to Synteni to perform anti-piracy operations.
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 8
Author : insanephoton
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2071687&viewfull=1#post2071687
Title: Out in the void
Drabble :
Maybe this one will be different?' Psykokow said to Frank as their Asp jumped into the system. Eagerly they fired the ADS. The parp of the space horn reverberated through the ship.
'Icy planets, rocky planets, asteroid belts... nothing of interest here' Frank observed glumly.
'We'll try the next one'
The search carried on until...
There on the system map was a blue planet, the pair looked at each other hardly daring to believe it. Could this possibly be an earth like? 'Kow moved the cursor over it. 'First discovered by Simon Winnard' read the legend.
'Noooo' they both cried
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 9
Author : Ian Phillips
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2073504&viewfull=1#post2073504
Title: Where is the quality content?
Drabble : A sigh, softly exhaled, tickled his ears.
"This is not what I was hoping for".
His heart sank a little and he launched himself into an effort to defend his purchase.
"It's top of the range stuff. Technically it's of a really high standard, and it's cheaper than the budget you stipulated."
"I'd much rather have paid more for something with quality content, than this.... "
"Trading is about taking good opportunities and spending money to make more money.
You really just don't have a brain..... for this business, Simoof
The stuff is of a good technical standard, but.... Susan Boils?"
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 10
Author : Frank
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2073553&viewfull=1#post2073553
Title: Little Boy Blue and the Man on the Moon
Drabble : Max seemed agitated. "It was great seeing you Dad, but I've got to get back to work."
"Sure son. I was so close I just had to swing by. We should have a tennis match sometime. A ship this big you'll get plenty practice in free fall. You might have a chance at beating your old man." He looked around the cabin. "What are you hauling anyway?"
Max looked at his feet as his father checked the itinerary.
"Slaves? There are slaves in the cargo hold?"
Max continued to stare down at his feet.
"My son is a slave trader."
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 11
Author : CdrTwisted
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2073739&viewfull=1#post2073739
Title: Nanodrabblow
Drabble : Fingers trembling, Frank unwrapped the package. By size it must be from The Publisher -- a dataslate engraving of his first proper book.
All that work, all those hours spent. It wouldnae've happened without that hyperspace glitch, on the jump to Leesti.
Instead of taking thirty seconds to arrive, it took thirty days. By the time he blinked back into normspace, he had a novel.
That would show Simoof and Doc, Twisted and Mogadon, Darkoba and Winnard. Naysayers, curse them.
The paper came off. Frank held the dataslate triumphantly. And saw the title.
"Drabblissiminimus - A Memoir of the Craft, by Psykokow."
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 12
Author : Clef_Hanger
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2075243&viewfull=1#post2075243
Title: "A Lipple Ship Who Farped"
Drabble :
This disappointing tale of woe
Comes from the heart of Winnard's Hole
-------------------------
Edward was no longer here.
He was no longer even near.
His whereabouts as yet unclear
and so they called him "Far Ted"
He had a book he couldn't write,
His letter "T"s had taken flight,
Disappeared into the night
and soon to follow "Far Ted"
He searched the old, explored the new
For letter lost 'tween S and U
Sadness now inside him grew.
Disappointed "Far Ted"
He never found the missing "T"s
Instead he substituted "P"s.
His book, named after "Listeri",
"A Lipple Ship Who Farped"
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 13
Author : Erik Marcaigh
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2076984&viewfull=1#post2076984
Title: Double the Dismay
Drabble : "Just let me off the ship," pleaded Kalran.
Rose shook her head. "No, you're a risk and we don't need you pointing your finger our direction. You're staying."
She left Kalran's room and secured it, double-checking communications lockout.
"We're ready to launch," stated Seamus. "There are reports of bounty hunters nearby. Time to slip out. Bloodless, you ready, mate?"
"No, we need ta ditch this crazy Hindu. He's been howling all week o'er what we done to 'is Orca. Lemme kill 'im."
"Not happening," said Rose as she buckled in. "Like it or not, I'm keeping an eye on him."
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 14
Author : Mr Mogadon
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2077720&viewfull=1#post2077720
Title: Three Really Isn't a Magic Number
Drabble : I first heard the word Troilism at Mistress Payne's Correctional Establishment.
On querying the meaning, and being pleasantly surprised that dwarves weren’t involved, I left my manuscript for proof-reading and immediately departed.
Hurrying homeward, I paused briefly to forewarn my good lady, Clamydia, of my intentions; requesting that she find a willing participant amongst her numerous friends.
At home, after Clamydia had introduced her friend, newly returned from Paris, and coincidentally well-versed in this very practise, we set to with vigour.
Truthfully, despite my wife’s encouragement and that of her friend, Mike Coxwells, it was not all I had hoped.
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 15
Author : Telakin
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2078116&viewfull=1#post2078116
Title: Sleepless nights - the price of peace
Drabble : Telakin looks at the mission counter "Remaining time: 30 hours".
It has been a busy week, hauling nearly 1.000.000 tonnes of metals to Herreshoff Gateway in Kwatee, fighting pirates, training newbies, calculating strategies.
His group, the Mercs of Mikunn, are building themselves a new station and tier 3 - already a close call - should bring a commodity market, crucial to sustain the station in the long run, Tier 8 would have brought a shipyard, but only if the contract ran for another 490 days, give or take a few.
"Disappointment? No, we are getting us a shiny new home!"
---------------------------------
Drabble Number : 16
Author : Steed
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2080421&viewfull=1#post2080421
Title: What the brochures don't tell you!
Drabble : For the first few days she'd been overwhelmed by the nausea, not to mention the little oompa shapes that can-canned across her vision. Shrooms without the fun.
Last night it had settled enough that she could relax into the dinner, and even enjoy the weightless dancing after whilst the Orca spun gently above the earth-like's metallic ring.
Initially offended at the suggestion of a cruise she was now glad she'd relented, waking this morning had felt blissful.
Except.
The initial skip to the bathroom gone she scowled whilst attaching herself, then winced at the vacumn sucking.
Yup, definitely no poo-phoria.
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Drabble Number : 17
Author : Psykokow
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2081074&viewfull=1#post2081074
Title: Heritage
Drabble : I could taste victory was close.
I had chased this asp from Lave to Veamit.
Now my interdict unit BITES HARD on his ship and we we’re alone at last.
My coms burst into life with the usual begging and tales of family waiting somewhere for them to return home with essential food… blah blah blah
I continue to fire until something makes me smile
“target shields offline”
Now sweet crumps as kinetic rounds pound their way through my targets hull..
Then protestations over coms cease, and boom, silence.
It’s time to visit his family… wouldn’t want to disappoint them..
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