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Simoof

Simoof
This weeks topic is FUEL

The TOPIC for this week is by ME (Simoof) and is

'FUEL'

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I've now looked at the word too long and it does not look like a real word anymore
 
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Erik Marcaigh

Erik Marcaigh
High Horse

"You're clear for landing, Commander."

Simoof swung his Anaconda around to the front of the Coriolis Station and aligned himself with the slot. He grinned as his ship slipped easily into Winnard's Hole.

"Like throwing a hot dog down a hallway," he laughed to himself. He slammed his big ship down on the landing pad.

"Oi, Andy! David! She needs a cleaning and a re-fuel." Simoof pulled up a chair and sat near the tank.

"Whacha doin' there, Commander?"

"Writing a story. I'm a great writer, you know!"

Andy looked at David and whispered, "He's been sniffing the fuel again."
 
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Ian Phillips

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Ian Phillips
Always Re-fuel

The universe was made wholly from searing orange fire.

Well, not quite. Sparks and smoke spat out of the console in front of him.

"Taking Heat damage", the omminous warning boomed through the cabin speakers.

"Noooooooo, damn, damn, damn" he swore whilst desperately trying to reach the pilots chair. "I'll never go to the crapper whilst re-fueling again!".

"Eject, Eject."

He dived for the escape capsule as the ship disintegrated in flame. Fire became his universe as the ship exploded around him.

Silence followed as the capsule tumbled through the stars outer layers.

A warning light blinked. 'Out of fuel'.
 
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Galactic Midden

Galactic Midden
I'm posting this on behalf of Commander Dan Grubb

Here's hoping my posting earns me some goodie points in the form of more votes ;)

The Good King -- by Commander Fantasticon


The lights flickering dimmed slightly, it wouldn't be long till they flickered off for good.
He sat still hypnotised by the dancing flames, staring through them deep into some distant memory.

His age was beginning to show and his body needed a serious overhaul. Creaks from bones almost echoing in the silence over the soft crackle of burning.

The lights dimmed again, it was time to act, time to get more fuel.. at this time of year it would be cold and crisp outside so he put his spacesuit on and headed out.

Commander Wenceslas needed to collect fuel quickly.
 

Simoof

Simoof
Erik Marcaigh said:
"You're clear for landing, Commander."

Simoof swung his Anaconda around to the front of the Coriolis Station and aligned himself with the slot. He grinned as his ship slipped easily into Winnard's Hole.

"Like throwing a hot dog down a hallway," he laughed to himself. He slammed his big ship down on the landing pad.

"Oi, Andy! David! She needs a cleaning and a re-fuel." Simoof pulled up a chair and sat near the tank.

"Whacha doin' there, Commander?"

"Writing a story. I'm a great writer, you know!"

Andy looked at David and whispered, "He's been sniffing the fuel again."
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Anaconda? I can barely afford the free sidewinder.
 

Simoof

Simoof
The Leg End of Long Haul Silver

Commander Silver hopped upto the bar.
The stump where a leg had previously resided seeped through the bandages. He knew he stunk.
Fortunately this bar was used to Hutton Truckers.
He chuckled at the irony - Explode a fuel rat, get stranded in the middle of nowhere.
A small voice piped up "What happened to your leg mister?"
"Follow me - I'll show you littleun" Silver replied to the 45kg lump of child.
....
"What is it?"
"Hop in, its state of the art is what it is"
"What does it do?" The door closed.
"Oh, it converts anything containing carbon into fuel"
 

Thirstybadger

Thirstybadger
Fuel

You can’t scoop from a T-Tauri. Yet he had and filled up quick too. But something was wrong with it. His baby wasn't right. Banging sounds deep in the ship.

“Gotta dump this fuel. Call the rats” he said, swinging round to his co-pilot.

Empty, How long had the chair been empty? He checked comms, nothing, the panel was dead, no calling the rats either.

Floating down the corridor to quarters the lights and engine died. In his dark glide liquid collected on his suit and face. He recognised the taste, the acidic burn of an H2 leak and blood.
 
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