A nice quiet week this week for a bit of rest and relaxation. Only nine Drabbles submitted.
Last week's winner was an Texas Stu, and he decided to keep his topic for the week stateside, and set it as "Erik Marcaigh"
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and will also be uploaded to his You-tube channel & anywhere else he can inflict the world with our drabblings!
If Alien or Psykokow want me to and anything to the standard spliel for Elite Meet then I'll edit it in here afterwards.
Make sure you come back on Sunday night to see how well your Drabble has done. At least come back before Monday 15:00 to check if you're the one that has to provide us with a topic.
Please vote. And a warning to all of the contestants, don't vote for yourselves.
Anyone caught voting for themselves shall suffer the indignity of having a topic based around them against their will.
01 - Alien - Texan Limericks
There was a young man named Marcaigh
Who had quite a lot to say
But he was from Texas
The land of huge breakfasts
And sat eating the day away
There was a Texan named Eric
Who wrote some fan fic
A thousand words a day
Or so they say
About a character called Buck Nekkid
There was a man from Texas
Whose accent was infectious
Many tried to say
Words his way
But they're all a bit too pretentious
100 words about Eric
All of them terrific
Some of them rhyme
Not all of the time
Vote for Alien
02 - cleonymus - Retribution
The fer-de-lance was filling up, as the local commanders arrived for the annual reckoning. They gathered in little groups, holding glasses of Lavian Brandy or Centauri Mega Gin. Each group exchanging tales of derring-do and the debts they needed to settle. Today they would have their chance.
Finally they were all waiting for just one more commander. Perhaps his fame made him feel that he could keep them waiting.
At the sound of the station elevator 80 commanders reached for their blasters and turned to the door. The tension in the room was palpable.
Then in walked Commander Erik Marcaigh.
03 - Frank - Pot Boiler
Erik slapped the bowl down in front of the old miner "There ya go! Ah gunned him down myself, butchered him, and stuck him in a pot, and boiled him up myself."
Frank took a few mouthfuls of the stew. "That meat gots quite a sweet taste ta it. Must be the way you Texas fellers like their meat. That's why you called this Texas Stew."
The Texan had no idea what the crazy old coot was saying. He brought his own bowl to the table and frowned at Frank. "Texas Stew? I ain't never said nothing about Texas Stew!"
04 - Darkoba- Some Things Last
The last Generation-Ship to leave Earth carried a French-speaking farming community to a new life on an agricultural planet. They landed, survived and thrived, establishing themselves throughout the land.
Despite having travelled in a then state-of-the-art space vehicle, they shunned modernities, opting for a simple, rustic and rural existence. Some farmed, some ran artisan businesses, such as clothes makers, cobblers and, inevitably, smithies. Advanced technology was considered dangerous to their culture.
The one link to their Earth existence was trading. It resembled the old 'car-boot sale'. However, they had no cars. They called their method the 'Hayrick Market (pr: marké)'.
05 - Galactic Midden - Eryk's Excursions - Pay As You Go deals available
My "innards like winnards" was the rhyme he would chime, when this commander in his panther would dodge another fine.
For he thought Winnard's Place was a celebratory phrase; one which was uttered when winning a race. But this commander was wrong, taking credit and following the throng.
Then one day, nefarious trade underway he learned his mistake and why he was called Snake. For amid screams of panic from "passengers" gone manic, he contemplated his goal... a sale of live cargo to the station Winnard's Hole.
What to do...? "Scan detected", and that indecision would send him to prison.
06 - Simoof - Close Encounters of a Disturbing Kind
Heart pounding. It felt like it had bruised his insides.
"What is it?" he asked whilst prodding the barely alive creature with a pole.
"I don't know. It's not like any creature we've ever seen before."
"Scanner shows it has little intelligence, but it is self aware."
"It sure don't smell nice."
"Look at the way it wobbles."
"GRMFF A GHGDMMM COUGHEE BLEARGH!"
They both jumped.
"I think it's waking up."
"Scanner confirms it. It definitely alien! We are going to be famous. First contact!"
The thargoid then sighed. "Its not new, someone else has seen one. It's a Merrycan."
07 - Listeri69 - Am a rootin' tootin' murican on a day out....
'I claim this potato planet for New America' Cmdr Eric Marcaigh shouted proudly as he stuck the flag in his hole.
'Freedom for all y'all and squealing hogs and guns too' he continued spitting a wad of half chewed tobacco onto the inside of his space helmet
having performed the ceremony Cmdr Marcaigh returned to his V8 Srv, showering the planet with complex hydrocarbons
'yee haa Neww 'Muricaaaa' went Cmdr Marcaigh as he jumped over a crater
He never saw the skimmer drone that fired on him
in the distance the laugh of a Simoof was heard as he died
08 - phong - The only way is Erik's
Shutting off power to the engines,Commander Erik Marcaigh gazed out at the destruction ahead.The cloud of wreckage slowly expanding out in the void offered little in the way of salvageable materials.What was left of the pink Orca would barely cover the cost of docking ,the destruction was so great.The remains of the mining ship were in no better state.He grinned as he caught sight of a tricorn hat tumbling end over end.
Pouring himself a drink from the bottle marked 'Frank's.Hands off !', he raised his glass in a silent toast.Janx for the memories.
09 - insanephoton - Bottom Gear
Some say that he once let a cow pilot his Diamondback Scout and that he once beat the entire Imperial navy in a drinking contest.
Some say that he likes to pilot his Asp Explorer buck naked and that he once had an affair with Emperor Arissa
Some say that he owns the biggest haggis ranch in the galaxy and that he subsists entirely on Irn Brew
Some say that he's banned in 17 different systems and that he keeps the imaginary paper crown in cubicle 3 at Hutton Orbital
All we know is that he's called Commander Erik Marcaigh.
Last week's winner was an Texas Stu, and he decided to keep his topic for the week stateside, and set it as "Erik Marcaigh"
Psykokow hosts the Abraka-Drabble live reading show and comedy hour at 7pm GMT, Fridays on...
HUTTON ORBITAL RADIO! http://streaming.radionomy.com/HuttonOrbitalRadio (audio only)
LAVE RADIO! http://laveradio.com/ (audio only)
TWITCH! http://www.twitch.tv/psykokow/ (audio & visual)
and will also be uploaded to his You-tube channel & anywhere else he can inflict the world with our drabblings!
If Alien or Psykokow want me to and anything to the standard spliel for Elite Meet then I'll edit it in here afterwards.
Make sure you come back on Sunday night to see how well your Drabble has done. At least come back before Monday 15:00 to check if you're the one that has to provide us with a topic.
Please vote. And a warning to all of the contestants, don't vote for yourselves.
Anyone caught voting for themselves shall suffer the indignity of having a topic based around them against their will.
01 - Alien - Texan Limericks
There was a young man named Marcaigh
Who had quite a lot to say
But he was from Texas
The land of huge breakfasts
And sat eating the day away
There was a Texan named Eric
Who wrote some fan fic
A thousand words a day
Or so they say
About a character called Buck Nekkid
There was a man from Texas
Whose accent was infectious
Many tried to say
Words his way
But they're all a bit too pretentious
100 words about Eric
All of them terrific
Some of them rhyme
Not all of the time
Vote for Alien
02 - cleonymus - Retribution
The fer-de-lance was filling up, as the local commanders arrived for the annual reckoning. They gathered in little groups, holding glasses of Lavian Brandy or Centauri Mega Gin. Each group exchanging tales of derring-do and the debts they needed to settle. Today they would have their chance.
Finally they were all waiting for just one more commander. Perhaps his fame made him feel that he could keep them waiting.
At the sound of the station elevator 80 commanders reached for their blasters and turned to the door. The tension in the room was palpable.
Then in walked Commander Erik Marcaigh.
03 - Frank - Pot Boiler
Erik slapped the bowl down in front of the old miner "There ya go! Ah gunned him down myself, butchered him, and stuck him in a pot, and boiled him up myself."
Frank took a few mouthfuls of the stew. "That meat gots quite a sweet taste ta it. Must be the way you Texas fellers like their meat. That's why you called this Texas Stew."
The Texan had no idea what the crazy old coot was saying. He brought his own bowl to the table and frowned at Frank. "Texas Stew? I ain't never said nothing about Texas Stew!"
04 - Darkoba- Some Things Last
The last Generation-Ship to leave Earth carried a French-speaking farming community to a new life on an agricultural planet. They landed, survived and thrived, establishing themselves throughout the land.
Despite having travelled in a then state-of-the-art space vehicle, they shunned modernities, opting for a simple, rustic and rural existence. Some farmed, some ran artisan businesses, such as clothes makers, cobblers and, inevitably, smithies. Advanced technology was considered dangerous to their culture.
The one link to their Earth existence was trading. It resembled the old 'car-boot sale'. However, they had no cars. They called their method the 'Hayrick Market (pr: marké)'.
05 - Galactic Midden - Eryk's Excursions - Pay As You Go deals available
My "innards like winnards" was the rhyme he would chime, when this commander in his panther would dodge another fine.
For he thought Winnard's Place was a celebratory phrase; one which was uttered when winning a race. But this commander was wrong, taking credit and following the throng.
Then one day, nefarious trade underway he learned his mistake and why he was called Snake. For amid screams of panic from "passengers" gone manic, he contemplated his goal... a sale of live cargo to the station Winnard's Hole.
What to do...? "Scan detected", and that indecision would send him to prison.
06 - Simoof - Close Encounters of a Disturbing Kind
Heart pounding. It felt like it had bruised his insides.
"What is it?" he asked whilst prodding the barely alive creature with a pole.
"I don't know. It's not like any creature we've ever seen before."
"Scanner shows it has little intelligence, but it is self aware."
"It sure don't smell nice."
"Look at the way it wobbles."
"GRMFF A GHGDMMM COUGHEE BLEARGH!"
They both jumped.
"I think it's waking up."
"Scanner confirms it. It definitely alien! We are going to be famous. First contact!"
The thargoid then sighed. "Its not new, someone else has seen one. It's a Merrycan."
07 - Listeri69 - Am a rootin' tootin' murican on a day out....
'I claim this potato planet for New America' Cmdr Eric Marcaigh shouted proudly as he stuck the flag in his hole.
'Freedom for all y'all and squealing hogs and guns too' he continued spitting a wad of half chewed tobacco onto the inside of his space helmet
having performed the ceremony Cmdr Marcaigh returned to his V8 Srv, showering the planet with complex hydrocarbons
'yee haa Neww 'Muricaaaa' went Cmdr Marcaigh as he jumped over a crater
He never saw the skimmer drone that fired on him
in the distance the laugh of a Simoof was heard as he died
08 - phong - The only way is Erik's
Shutting off power to the engines,Commander Erik Marcaigh gazed out at the destruction ahead.The cloud of wreckage slowly expanding out in the void offered little in the way of salvageable materials.What was left of the pink Orca would barely cover the cost of docking ,the destruction was so great.The remains of the mining ship were in no better state.He grinned as he caught sight of a tricorn hat tumbling end over end.
Pouring himself a drink from the bottle marked 'Frank's.Hands off !', he raised his glass in a silent toast.Janx for the memories.
09 - insanephoton - Bottom Gear
Some say that he once let a cow pilot his Diamondback Scout and that he once beat the entire Imperial navy in a drinking contest.
Some say that he likes to pilot his Asp Explorer buck naked and that he once had an affair with Emperor Arissa
Some say that he owns the biggest haggis ranch in the galaxy and that he subsists entirely on Irn Brew
Some say that he's banned in 17 different systems and that he keeps the imaginary paper crown in cubicle 3 at Hutton Orbital
All we know is that he's called Commander Erik Marcaigh.
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