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Ian Phillips
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When all seems lost
One more shot on target would destroy us, bringing the enemy victory.
Calmly I switch to manual flight and head towards the 'Henway', a transport that was in its last death throes.
My co-pilot gasps as I skilfully avoid the weapon fire and squeeze our ship through the transports exposed hull.
The enemy follows, seeking a quick victory.
Navigating the cargo hold I spot the canisters I prayed were there.
A quick nudge from us releases them, allowing our engines to ignite them.
From the jaws of defeat I snatch the victory.
But then again nothing beats my skilful navigation...
One more shot on target would destroy us, bringing the enemy victory.
Calmly I switch to manual flight and head towards the 'Henway', a transport that was in its last death throes.
My co-pilot gasps as I skilfully avoid the weapon fire and squeeze our ship through the transports exposed hull.
The enemy follows, seeking a quick victory.
Navigating the cargo hold I spot the canisters I prayed were there.
A quick nudge from us releases them, allowing our engines to ignite them.
From the jaws of defeat I snatch the victory.
But then again nothing beats my skilful navigation...
Dead Reckoning
Collected; Riedquat. Tier 1. A High VIP, delivery for Independence.
Low speed, mid orbit, a shuttle or something. Making less suspicious.
Hyper; system south, mislaying scent. We head North
Keying jump two, when guess what?
A lone assassin spawns in.
The drive remains wound, so I let it enter cycle,
Engaging a "special" subroutine, as I feel the witchspace build.
Relaying centre of x,yz, computer blips and Assassin takes bait, entering the trap, he will follow any signature.
In Witchspace we have hours, so Reidquat helps me to decide ..
In the centre of which Sun, should that Stalker reappear?
Collected; Riedquat. Tier 1. A High VIP, delivery for Independence.
Low speed, mid orbit, a shuttle or something. Making less suspicious.
Hyper; system south, mislaying scent. We head North
Keying jump two, when guess what?
A lone assassin spawns in.
The drive remains wound, so I let it enter cycle,
Engaging a "special" subroutine, as I feel the witchspace build.
Relaying centre of x,yz, computer blips and Assassin takes bait, entering the trap, he will follow any signature.
In Witchspace we have hours, so Reidquat helps me to decide ..
In the centre of which Sun, should that Stalker reappear?
HEHE there are some DEADLY rated puns back there... take protection!
Scavenging, and onesies in space
"Space, and its final frontiers".
, looked out of his Worm class scout ship at the carnage floating in front of him.
It surely was the "last final frontier" for all of the corpses drifting towards him.
He had to keep his tongue straight now, navigating through the dense debris field.
The Worms speed was slow to get to one of the pods ahead. This could be the payday of the year.
Limbs floated by, the scene was grim. "Ohhhh, onesies".
He could even see some deep space diapers racing him towards the scoop.
"Well, they wont need those anymore."
"Space, and its final frontiers".
, looked out of his Worm class scout ship at the carnage floating in front of him.
It surely was the "last final frontier" for all of the corpses drifting towards him.
He had to keep his tongue straight now, navigating through the dense debris field.
The Worms speed was slow to get to one of the pods ahead. This could be the payday of the year.
Limbs floated by, the scene was grim. "Ohhhh, onesies".
He could even see some deep space diapers racing him towards the scoop.
"Well, they wont need those anymore."
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Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
Ok. In honour of some truly awful puns and 300 pages of other drabbles, my first pun drabble.
Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
Marching to the navy gates
The drill sergeants bellow echoed over the parade ground.
“New recruits, fall in.
Right you 'orrible lot we will be marching to the new navy compound, SOON.
You WILL keep time and stay in step. You will look smart. You will impress the visiting dignitaries, or I WILL find something unpleasant for you to do for the coming WEEKS.
Once we arrive at the gates we will all be stopping together– I’m looking at you Frank, Psykokow-
and on the command we will all stand to attention and salute. Is that clear?”
Off they marched until;
“Approaching Navy gate; ‘Tshun”
The drill sergeants bellow echoed over the parade ground.
“New recruits, fall in.
Right you 'orrible lot we will be marching to the new navy compound, SOON.
You WILL keep time and stay in step. You will look smart. You will impress the visiting dignitaries, or I WILL find something unpleasant for you to do for the coming WEEKS.
Once we arrive at the gates we will all be stopping together– I’m looking at you Frank, Psykokow-
and on the command we will all stand to attention and salute. Is that clear?”
Off they marched until;
“Approaching Navy gate; ‘Tshun”
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Yaffle
Volunteer Moderator
And still reeling from that pun, here's my entry for the week:
Oh buoy
Sam was working alone again. In front of him was a navigation buoy. A very important beacon, telling entering ships where every mapped body in the system was. Without it they would be flying blind, unable to locate or reach their desired planet or asteroid.
Each of these required a periodic service, to ensure proper data was sent to every new arrival. He worked swiftly and carefully, checking what he had done, and that it functioned as required.
He looked to his left and where stars were occluded he knew ships waited in cold silence for their first misdirected prey.
Oh buoy
Sam was working alone again. In front of him was a navigation buoy. A very important beacon, telling entering ships where every mapped body in the system was. Without it they would be flying blind, unable to locate or reach their desired planet or asteroid.
Each of these required a periodic service, to ensure proper data was sent to every new arrival. He worked swiftly and carefully, checking what he had done, and that it functioned as required.
He looked to his left and where stars were occluded he knew ships waited in cold silence for their first misdirected prey.
Lost in Space
Until that moment there had been nothing remotely close to that point in space. No stars, no planets, comets, asteroids, dust clouds or protogaseous phenomena. Nothing, until now.
The ship drifted loose of its flickering jump cloud, tumbling in old starlight. Lost was too short a word to describe its predicament.
Inside, one man fussed with complicated instruments.
"Misjump!" he cried. "We're screwed!"
The other man stared out across the starfield ahead.
"They used to navigate by the stars," he said.
"Great," the fussy man said. "How does that help us?"
The still man pointed. "Let's go to that one."
Until that moment there had been nothing remotely close to that point in space. No stars, no planets, comets, asteroids, dust clouds or protogaseous phenomena. Nothing, until now.
The ship drifted loose of its flickering jump cloud, tumbling in old starlight. Lost was too short a word to describe its predicament.
Inside, one man fussed with complicated instruments.
"Misjump!" he cried. "We're screwed!"
The other man stared out across the starfield ahead.
"They used to navigate by the stars," he said.
"Great," the fussy man said. "How does that help us?"
The still man pointed. "Let's go to that one."
Philip Coutts
Volunteer Moderator
Mind Your Own Business
Explorers used to navigate by the stars using hand drawn maps and intuition, but that was when mankind knew nothing more than the oceans on Earth. Now the intrepid use a battery of scanners, probes and drones to map systems, there’s very little mystery in the galaxy anymore.
The probe disappeared without a trace, worse the drone had exploded without warning. Commander Smith peered from the cockpit, staring into the unknown with a mixture of trepidation and exhilaration. This mapping business had suddenly become very intriguing.
The Bulletin Board message was simple “Missing Captain Smith in an Explorer class Cobra…….”
Explorers used to navigate by the stars using hand drawn maps and intuition, but that was when mankind knew nothing more than the oceans on Earth. Now the intrepid use a battery of scanners, probes and drones to map systems, there’s very little mystery in the galaxy anymore.
The probe disappeared without a trace, worse the drone had exploded without warning. Commander Smith peered from the cockpit, staring into the unknown with a mixture of trepidation and exhilaration. This mapping business had suddenly become very intriguing.
The Bulletin Board message was simple “Missing Captain Smith in an Explorer class Cobra…….”
Devoid
"Bloody jump already!" I cursed. Marya's dark glare made me regret it immediately.
"Just keep the shields up," she said, concentrating hard on her screen. With the navigation computer offline it took all her expertise to plot a jump.
A blast knocked my hands from the controls. The shields failed, gatling shots thundered across the hull. I screamed.
Light enveloped us, the sensation of movement. And then pop, we appeared in a dark system. Devoid of life, devoid of threats.
"We did it!"
I turned to see Marya's head smashed into the nav screen, blood floating upwards.
Devoid of hope.
"Bloody jump already!" I cursed. Marya's dark glare made me regret it immediately.
"Just keep the shields up," she said, concentrating hard on her screen. With the navigation computer offline it took all her expertise to plot a jump.
A blast knocked my hands from the controls. The shields failed, gatling shots thundered across the hull. I screamed.
Light enveloped us, the sensation of movement. And then pop, we appeared in a dark system. Devoid of life, devoid of threats.
"We did it!"
I turned to see Marya's head smashed into the nav screen, blood floating upwards.
Devoid of hope.
Heavens Above
I saw the settlement like a carbuncle on the world as I plummeted down. I knew where I had to head.
My spacecraft was only fit for cannibalisation. I familiarised myself with the firmament as I built my makeshift rocket-powered raft. No Greek legends here. I had to make my own lore.
The line of stars that caught the jonty-bass. The god who smashed into an asteroid in a shower of stars. The man-wookie whose arms reached to the roof of the sky where the Thargoid mothership forever circled with the Fer-de-Lance around the north pole, in an eternal dogfight.
I saw the settlement like a carbuncle on the world as I plummeted down. I knew where I had to head.
My spacecraft was only fit for cannibalisation. I familiarised myself with the firmament as I built my makeshift rocket-powered raft. No Greek legends here. I had to make my own lore.
The line of stars that caught the jonty-bass. The god who smashed into an asteroid in a shower of stars. The man-wookie whose arms reached to the roof of the sky where the Thargoid mothership forever circled with the Fer-de-Lance around the north pole, in an eternal dogfight.
Recap of what we got so far
Congratulations Ian. You have taken your first step into a much larger world.
I'm glad to see a healthy number of entries. I was beginning to think Azdour was going to win by default. But we now have 9 so far:-
01 Azdour When all seems lost
02 Eyota Winterwalker Dead Reckoning
03 W4rSkuLL Scavenging, and onesies in space
04 Ian Phillips Marching to the navy gates
05 Yaffle Oh buoy
06 Gibbonici Lost in Space
07 Philip Coutts Mind Your Own Business
08 Darren Grey Devoid
09 Frank Heavens Above
If anyone sees a mistake in the above list, please point me in the right direction.
Each of them has a story about "Navigation" in no more or less than 100 words not including their title. If you're new to this then why not give it a go? No one will laugh at you. I should know. Each week I enter a funny Drabble and no one ever laughs.
Congratulations Ian. You have taken your first step into a much larger world.
I'm glad to see a healthy number of entries. I was beginning to think Azdour was going to win by default. But we now have 9 so far:-
01 Azdour When all seems lost
02 Eyota Winterwalker Dead Reckoning
03 W4rSkuLL Scavenging, and onesies in space
04 Ian Phillips Marching to the navy gates
05 Yaffle Oh buoy
06 Gibbonici Lost in Space
07 Philip Coutts Mind Your Own Business
08 Darren Grey Devoid
09 Frank Heavens Above
If anyone sees a mistake in the above list, please point me in the right direction.
Each of them has a story about "Navigation" in no more or less than 100 words not including their title. If you're new to this then why not give it a go? No one will laugh at you. I should know. Each week I enter a funny Drabble and no one ever laughs.
<chortles>
Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
All, I couldn't wait for next weeks topic, so here is my first entry in a couple of weeks. Help boulster the numbers 
At the dance:
Navi Soleste was raised in a strict fashion. Everything had its place and everyone had a place to be in. Life was simple, all black and white. You were good or you were bad. Most people were bad, they did……. things that weren’t quite right.
Navi had been invited to a dance. A girl he liked. He suspected she was a bad one, because she’d asked him, and had not waited for him to ask.
It turned out the dance was full of evil people men dancing with men! Distraught he reverted to his family training of Navi Gay Shun.
At the dance:
Navi Soleste was raised in a strict fashion. Everything had its place and everyone had a place to be in. Life was simple, all black and white. You were good or you were bad. Most people were bad, they did……. things that weren’t quite right.
Navi had been invited to a dance. A girl he liked. He suspected she was a bad one, because she’d asked him, and had not waited for him to ask.
It turned out the dance was full of evil people men dancing with men! Distraught he reverted to his family training of Navi Gay Shun.
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