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Listeri69

Listeri69
An Amphibious Assault....

Newton might have a point with gravity Psykokow pondered.
Gravity was acting on the station with its undeniably large target a planet.
The axis due to thrust was cubicle three forwards, an area he knew by instinct contained the most mass.
He could try making it to his sidewinder, but that did mean an undershart dive under enormously high pressure, through something that was eating the bulkheads.

<Cruuuurrrrk>

The sound of a Beldraki Mooseapotamus Frog, it had probably escaped from the reptile room..

Psykokow recalled something about frogmen from history, an idea....

Slowly he tugged the frog over his head.....
 

Goose4291

Banned
Goose4291
Picking Your Moment

The man sat at the communication console, it's light illuminated his haggard, battle scarred face. Emotionless, he stared at the data as it scrolled slowly in front of him.
Suddenly the volume in traffic spiked rapidly, requests from newly minted pilots to join the mining and trading guild's secret communication network coming in at an alarming rate.
He seeded their join requests randomly among the genuine, confident that the one operator approving these requests would be swamped by the high pressure such a volume would cause.
That night, Several Fer De Lances deployed from the Smiling Dog Crew's home station.
 

FelixBast

FelixBast
Storytime Deadline

Staring at the writing tablet, Ray tried desperately not to think about his editors deadline.

He had wanted to write a different kind of story, but knew it was going to be cats again.
The tale of the Federation ambassador’s flatulence had been too vulgar for his regular readership.
His story about the atmospheric density testing for ships hulls had been too boring.
And as for the Imperial torturer and the exploding head, far too gruesome.

With a sigh of resignation he started typing.
“Trouble the space kitten was playing with his rubber mouse in the ships cockpit, when suddenly…”
 

Experiment626

Experiment626
1%

...Ammo depleted, ship integrity compromised... The Courier pilot winces and considers his remaining options;
He looks to his wing mates and punches the throttle, destination; the Assault Ships’ heart.
He crashes into the hostile, tearing down the shields of both vessels.
“Canopy at fifty perecent...” The Assault Ship turns it’s hailstorm of multicannons to the Courier.
The Imperial pilot exploits the pirates tendency for blood-lust and lures him away from the battle, making for a daring and narrow escape.
Arriving at the station, a message from a hidden sender appears on the dash…
“Welcome to the One Percent Club, Cmdr.”
 
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Galactic Midden

Galactic Midden
The Entries So Far

I'm unlikely to be able to host this week and will be away working Friday night so I thought the least I could do was to put up the current list of entries so far. Is anyone able to host the poll tomorrow evening?

This Week's Theme
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Current Entries
*word count*
01 *100* - CMDR Kyle Donovan - I bet this one falls apart when they dock too : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&page=619&p=3602101&viewfull=1#post3602101
02 *100* - Erik Marcaigh - What's a Little Plagarism Between Drabblers? : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&page=619&p=3603013&viewfull=1#post3603013
03 *100* - cleonymus - Looking the other way : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&page=619&p=3603111&viewfull=1#post3603111
04 *100* - moose666 - In space, noone can hear hissing sounds : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&page=619&p=3603386&viewfull=1#post3603386
05 *100* - Frank - Now try saying it three times quickly : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&page=619&p=3605709&viewfull=1#post3605709
06 *100* - Edith_The_Hutt - Tropospheric Heroism : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&page=619&p=3605714&viewfull=1#post3605714
07 *100* - Galactic Midden - Something's Cooking : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&page=619&p=3608101&viewfull=1#post3608101
08 *100* - Listeri69 - An Amphibious Assault.... : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&page=619&p=3608926&viewfull=1#post3608926
09 *100* - Goose4291 - Picking Your Moment : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&page=619&p=3611376&viewfull=1#post3611376
10 *100* - FelixBast - Storytime Deadline : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&page=620&p=3611514&viewfull=1#post3611514
11 *100* - Experiment626 - Talking 1% : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&page=620&p=3611807&viewfull=1#post3611807

Welcome experiment626, it's great to see another new drabbler and an excellent first drabble
 
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SABER SKYWALKER

SABER SKYWALKER
Milli's Bar

"Hey there, welcome to Milli's Bar, I'm Milli, what's your poison sweetie?

"Bast snake gin, of course"

"Ooh sorry those containers exploded when we got interdicted at high speed earlier"

"Yea sorry, had to board somehow" whips out a C2 pulse rifle "This is a hold up, here to pirate your cargo"

"Ha! Well sorry sweetie, till we dock and pick up 1000 Newtons of booze there's nothing much left"

"Damn it, I've blown it again, the crews gona kill me!"

"Yup literally, here have some Indi bourbon, helps with the pressure"

Milli grabs his rifle and blows him away
 

insanephoton

insanephoton
Picnic weather

'How does a picnic sound , Kiera?'
'Have you gone completely crazy, Mark? We're over 10 kylies from civilization'
'We're just a few jumps from a nice terrestrial planet I found. Shall we?'
'Okay'
After a few jumps the Asp dropped into orbit around a ringed earth like world.
'There it is'
'It's beautiful. Does it have a name?'
'Only a dumb catalogue name'
'Pity, so where shall we land?'
'Haven't decided yet. I'm checking for anticyclones'
' They sound dangerous'
'Nah, they're just high pressure systems, they mean good weather'
'Is that one?'
'It certainly is, let's take a closer look'
 

MrMogadon

MrMogadon
Time Pressure

Emarr reached for his hipflask of Janxx to steady his nerves, only to be reminded, yet again, that he had finished it many hours before.

Sweat ran into his eyes, stinging, burning, forcing him to stop his frantic scrabbling.

It was meant to have been a simple run, but it had gone horribly wrong.
Now he was stuck with no way out; meeting one dead end after another.

Starting again, he could feel the panic setting in, he only had time for one last attempt.
Trying to calm his breathing he reached for the keyboard and started again:

"Emarr reached..."
 
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Darkoba

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MrMogadon said:
Emarr reached for his hipflask of Janxx to steady his nerves, only to be reminded, yet again, that he had finished it many hours before.

Sweat ran into his eyes, stinging, burning, forcing him to stop his frantic scrabbling.

It was meant to have been a simple run, but it had gone horribly wrong.
Now he was stuck with no way out; meeting one dead end after another.

Starting again, he could feel the panic setting in, he only had time for one last attempt.
Trying to calm his breathing he reached for the keyboard and started his drabble again.
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Reminds me of "Groundhog Day" ;)
 

MrMogadon

MrMogadon
Darkoba said:
Reminds me of "Groundhog Day" ;)
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My drabble is a completely new and original work which pushes never before conceived frontiers of surrealistic fiction.
It is in no way related to any existing film by Bill Murray and even if it was, I've certainly never seen or heard of a story by anyone with such unlikely names Rubin or Ramis.
I hope that makes my position absolutely clear and thank you for the compliment. :D
 

Simoof

Simoof
A close call.

The coms hissed, "Hi, press your talk button please."
The commander was reluctant to move.
He could feel the pressure was reaching critical and even the slightest movement would be disastrous.
He leant forward but a rumble in the back made him freeze.
Oh no.
The smell hit him making him retch, it was like burning rubber.
He only had seconds.
"Landing request granted..."
He quickly maneuvered his ship, landed it in record time and was leaping out of it when he noticed the putrid amber liquid was already leaking.
His exploding ship sent him flying. Stupid cracked fuel tank.
 

Darkoba

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Simoof said:
The coms hissed, "Hi, press your talk button please."
The commander was reluctant to move.
He could feel the pressure was reaching critical and even the slightest movement would be disastrous.
He leant forward but a rumble in the back made him freeze.
Oh no.
The smell hit him making him retch, it was like burning rubber.
He only had seconds.
"Landing request granted..."
He quickly maneuvered his ship, landed it in record time and was leaping out of it when he noticed the putrid amber liquid was already leaking.
His exploding ship sent him flying. Stupid cracked fuel tank.
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Clever on at least two counts...

First: "Hi, press your..." (rather clever!)

Second: You made probably all of us think you were going to be rude - shows what depraved minds we have. I'm glad you weren't though (were you???); it turned into quite a nice drabble :D
 
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Frank

Frank
Darkoba said:
Clever on at least two counts...

First: "Hi, press your..."
Second: You made probably all of us think you were going to be rude - shows what depraved minds we have. I'm glad you weren't though (were you???); it turned into quite a nice drabble :D
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The Drabble goes against everything we know about Simoof. It's quite a twist in the tale.

So has anyone stepped forward to volunteer as tonight's Poll Host?
<everyone takes a step back leaving you out in front>
 
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