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  1. #1966

    Deep Space Solder

    You shouldn’t get claustrophobia during EVA, but it happens. Fighting thoughts of his helmet closing in Jake finished the final patch; the weld was ugly but it would hold until he could get to a proper repair shop.

    The big problem had been scavenging enough spare metal to fasten the cargo hatch shut, Gutamaya put too many plastic or ceramic fittings on the interior, Lakons were much easier to fix. His final solution had been… distinctive.

    Climbing inside he cautiously plotted a course to the nearest starport and throttled the engine, his cargo hatch sealed by a simple metal mug.

  2. #1967

    In a Tight Fix

    "No the rockets won't work! The speed that rock hit us we're lucky anything works. How's the radio?"

    "I patched it up as best I can, but our adhesives were kept in that part of the ship." Fred pointed but Jim didn't look, not wanting to think about the mangled mess in that direction. "We can hold all these parts together briefly to call the Fuel Rats, but the inductivator needed to be firmly stuck in place there." Fred looked embarrassed, "With microgravity it doesn't need force to keep it in place so I improvised."

    Jim Frowned

    "I used spit"

  3. #1968

    Cloashh but no shugaa.

    Life aboard an imperial luxury yacht as a cosseted guest was not entirely to admiral le nain's taste,having risen through the ranks in engineering,and she often found herself in the galley 'helping out', the initial objections swiftly subsiding after their first snack.
    With a hustle of pastry chefs the pantry doors swung back and forth, trays laden with confectionary of every concievable variety,even an entire swan caught in the act of landing,powerful wings arched and curved spilling air,webbed feet spread wide as spray cascades,neck a graceful sine-wave,made entirely from sugar glass.
    You can only get fatter with a quick fix fitter.

  4. #1969

    I needed all my words for my drablle so, "Midden smells like a diarrhetic dead cows bum."

    The cyberneticists studied the appendage.
    "Yup, I think he'll notice that."
    "That did not go well at all"
    A droid threw the arm in the disposal canister. It landed next to the rear end of what looked like a Labrador.
    "Still, impressive work for a toilet break."
    "We should also fix those doors." They stared at the door that had very recently failed to sense a blockage.
    "Cleaner droid? Maybe should've used something less torque-y for the rear-end."
    The blindman groggily reached out to his "dog's" head with his remaining hand. "hereboy..."
    Stealthily sliding away... "Last guidedog I look after."

  5. #1970

    I've got repairs taped.

    The last trip nearly cleaned me out. Dumb passenger bailed without paying just because we took a few hits. I made it and my ship made it and no one has heard any more from him.
    Still I've got to try and fix the old girl up some if we're going to make any money. A bit of gaffer tape will sort out those loose wires. Some duct tape should stop that air hose leaking. A little bit to cover the warning light so the passengers don't get alarmed. Stick the broken luggage bin together. And we're ready for customers.

  6. #1971
    01 - cleonymus - You can always hide a dent underneath a bigger dent
    02 - RoyalHankey - A Message to Skiprat
    03 - Listeri69 - T = V divided by DM over DT Multiplied by Moof Variable 1xy
    04 - Cmdr Pseudonym - Out here in the fields, I work for my meals, I put my throf into my living
    05 - Edith_The_Hutt - Deep Space Solder
    06 - Frank - In a Tight Fix
    07 - phong - Cloashh but no shugaa.
    08 - Simoof - Midden smells like a diarrhetic dead cows bum.
    09 - insanephoton - I've got repairs taped.

    This is your final call for entries you have until one cup of coffee's time to post your Drabbles on this thread.

    ...well I am going to have a particularly chewy biscuit so you'll have slightly longer than just the coffee by itself

  7. #1972
    I held the door open for you as long as I could, but that's it shut now, right in your face, and locked tight.

    No more entries for this week

  8. #1973
    Hey Frank!! check out number 9!

  9. #1974
    I thought I'd give insanephoton a bit of a chance of winning <grin>

    But seeing as you spotted my deliberate mistake, i'd best go fix it

  10. #1975
    Thanks for the votes.

    The subject for this week is Training

    To anyone new coming ito the game, don't be put off with the number of rules shown below. Over the years we have seen special cases arise now and again, and this spiel was a list of all the rulings back then.

    Just submit a story onto this thread
    make it exactly 100 words long

    1. Drabbles must be 100 words exactly (Excluding the title)
    2. Over-use of-hyphens-to keep your word-count at 100 is very amusing but probably not a great idea.
    3. Keep it as clean as you can to suit the family forum rules here, so no frogs attached to anatomical parts.
    4. Only the first 20 entries are guaranteed a place in the (usually weekly) poll.
    5. 1 entry each, you may write as many drabbles as you want, but it is assumed that your first drabble is your chosen entry unless otherwise advised. But please mark Drabbles that you don't want entered as such.
    6. If your drabble is under or over 100 words you will have a chance to correct it before the poll is erected, at this point, your drabble may be DQ'd if other drabbles are available to take its place.
    7. Drabbles must be set in the Elite Dangerous universe (as loosely as you care to make it).
    8. It should try to meet the theme in some arguable way.
    9. If there is more than one theme you must match at least one, but can gain extra votes if you meet more.
    10. It's all for a bit of fun, so enjoy yourself... Enjoyment is mandatory!
    11. If you win, you get to submit next week's Drabble topic, so make sure you post it by 3pm GMT Monday. Or else chaos will ensue and who knows what will happen...
    12. You must big it up and get the Drabble Show over 100 viewers, that would be amazing.
    13. Every winner can be the owner of up to 1 abrakadrabble mug.
    14. No animals were harmed in the making of this series (Simoof is not an animal)
    15. If we get over 25 entries, the potato will host it nude.*
    16. The Title must also now be under 100 words (not including the title to the title)*
    17. Extra points for Kow-tipping.*
    18. Anyone working up a Throf during the show will be asked to politely leave...
    19. Pegging the host is frowned upon unless accompanied by a Panamanian petting zoo

    Sometimes it's difficult to know what constitutes exactly 100 words. Our arbiter is
    It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong. Its count is the law.

    So submit your drabbles in reply to this thread, and the first 20 will be guaranteed entry into this weeks poll, and read out on our live Show Friday night.
    Entries close at Random O'clock on Thursday evening (or sometimes if we have 20 entries earlier). All Drabbles submitted up to Friday Afternoon will have a good chance of being read out on the live Drabble readiing show.

    New winners each week now wins a prize ...

    The Weekly Drabble show is available in different ways
    Live shows Friday's 19:00 GMT - 20:00 GMT (approximately)
    Http:// (VIDEO) (Audio Only) (Audio Only)

    Past Broadcasts are available to watch from
    OR Audio Versions available on

    *some rules might be fictional

  11. #1976


    It’s been nine hours since I moved from the chair. My eyes sting from the screen’s glare, my nose wrinkles in disgust from my own sweaty reek and once again my ship explodes from under me.


    A polite message tells me what I already know: My ship has been destroyed; it doesn’t say I wasn’t good enough, but I know that too. I grit my teeth, rub my eyes and hit the restart sequence: same ship, same scenario.

    I won’t move on, I can’t move on. The Thargoids are coming and we- I need to be ready to fight.

  12. #1977

    The Deep End

    My first day at Lave Academy. My father, Jamie, told be what to expect. The first years will all be very dry theory before they even let me near a holo-simulator.

    My instructor looks a bit anxious, asks me if I know how the controls work in a Sidewinder. I nod telling him that I've played Space Denizen.

    The place is much busier than I thought it would be. People aren't so much mulling around, more like running. Someone yells at my instructor to hurry up. I'm rushed into a fighter, and told to leave the navloc set as is.

  13. #1978

    It's The Simple Things In A Job ....

    Roger Ing, the new owner of the bar across from the Thargoid & Fer-De-Lance, the Throf & Peg, was trying to train his new employees, well, one of his new employees, all the others had understood the job very quickly.

    "No, you take the customer's order, then you take one of these, and put the order on it."
    Ning, who had started the job a week ago, couldn't handle how complicated this was. Mr Ing had shown him several times, as had other colleagues, yet Ning simply couldn't grasp it.

    "Try again" Ning took an order.

    "TRAY NING! A TRAY!!!"

  14. #1979

    Customer Training 101 - Making sure your instructions are clear....

    'Ahh Michelle I want you to take this letter to the pet shop on floor 23. It's a complaint. Stupid woman obviously needs more training'
    'What happened your gloriousness?'
    'I walked into that pet shop this morning and bought two hamsters for my niece's birthday. I came into my office this afternoon and they were both dead. So I called In to ask why...'
    "Oh I am sorry Mr Broobin I did warn you about the hot weather," she Said, "Did you give them plenty of water like I suggested?"
    "Yes, I filled their tank right to the very top."

  15. #1980

    Cmdr Pseudonym : Let's get physical....

    Cmdr Skiprat was fed up of looking like an advertisement for the hong kong phone book.
    It was time to do something about all those chins. Infact it was getting so bad he sat on an empire credit note the other day and a booger flew out of the emperor's nose.
    So with his new membership to Jizzy's Gym, he set right too it.
    After ten minutes the throf was pouring out of Skiprat, his arms were aching and his knees were weakening.
    He could really feel the tightness in his chest.
    Finally he stopped masturbating and took a shower..