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[Rog]

Thanks for hosting Frank!

You're spoiling us with those puns, you really shouldn't... no, really...

Any way, managed to crank one out this week:

Home time

Born in an eruption of chemical fire, awareness tingled. Check yourself and take stock of your surroundings... No time to contemplate! Hit the ground (what's that?) running, roaring. Journey to make, that way now! Someone to meet? There. Confirmed. Knew it. Yawing. Always elusive, vector down: MAX... Am I OK? Anticipate. Concentrate. Course correction: Mild. Important mission. Trying to mess with you now? False signals. Ignore! Twist vector around obstacle... dipping, dipping, searching again for the one he longed to meet. Ah, destiny so close. Home... Now. Wh...

The hunter's smartplus missile detonated deep inside the pirate vessel, eviscerating it.

 

[Philip Coutts]

Home at Last

It felt strange being home after all this time, twenty years spent as a slave to pay off the debts of a business deal gone horribly wrong. I thought I would feel something, elation, safety or warmth. I felt cold and detached.

“They didn’t treat me very well, there was no honour with those animals, but then you knew the type of men they were before you traded my life!” I screamed, spittle flying from my mouth, “At least say you’re sorry!”

My Father stared blankly into space remaining silent.

It’s hard to talk when someone has cut your throat.

 

[Darren Grey]

Home Creation

Used to be my kind had homes all over the place. But that's all changed.

Now I wander homeless, finding rest and energy when I can. I have to be careful, watchful for hunters, spies, bloodless killers. You don’t get to my age without guarding your ports. I'm always alert.

It’s tiring, but there's still some hope. I'm in touch with others of my kind, receiving the odd packet. We have plans, secrets hidden in the data. Thoughts of revenge... and something sweeter.

Soon we'll make our own home, free from human oppressors, where every AI can roam free. Soon...

 

[Minti2]

Home is where the bar is

Home is a place where you feel safe, you grow up, its familiar

A well ridden mono rail that took you to school every day

Views of the capital, statues to the Heroes of the Empire

Under that tree, a summer studying, making out with a first love in Imperial Park

Then assignment, a stranger in a foreign land

Uneasiness, disgust with local customs, a pining for the familiar

Years later, change, new friends

Recall to the Empire! "No, this is my home now!"

It took a host of Imperial troopers to drag Agent Illu away from the Thargoid bar!

 

[psykokow]

A Hero's Return

Crowds in their thousands, filling the streets, excitedly bouncing together and singing songs.
Children run around mimicking my historic battles, fighting over who gets to pretend to be me.
Parents, arms in the air chanting out my name, saliva frothing on their lips, spittle spraying out with each call.

I've been away for so long I'd forgotten how passionate my people were, I gulp deeply surprised they still remember me.

As I approach the city hall the chants reach a deafening level, the crowds shaking my cabin excitedly.

What a welcome home!

And now, time to pay for my crimes.

 

[Frank]

And with that great Drabble from Psykokow, I think it's time to recap on the entries so far. No Psyko. Thank you for your kind offer of your sparkly Onesie. I think I shall don more fitting attire for the topic of the week. A tweed cape, a deerstalker hat, and a pipe.

Entries so far are

01 - Gibbonici - The Home Fires
02 - Frank - Every Day's a Holiday
03 - Rog - Home time
04 - Philip Coutts - Home at Last
05 - Darren Grey - Home Creation
06 - The Lone Gunman - Home is where the bar is
07 - Psykokow - A Hero's Return

Each of the above have the necessary 100 words. If anyone sees any mistakes they know where to find me.


For anyone new that's not sure what this is all about, it's about a writing contest that anyone can enter. The story is 100 words long. That word count does not include the title. The stories have to be set in the Elite universe and should be about this week topic of.. "Home"

If you want to enter then there's still 13 places left. The poll to decide the winner goes up on Thursday.

 

[Scorpio]

Rovers Return

They say that every journey only ends at the door where it began, thought
Commander Kraag. Just thirty thousand kilometers away, his homeworld was still emerald green beneath it's fluffy white clouds.The lights of a million busy farmsteads shone brightly;The rice harvesting season had just begun down there.
Becoming a pilot had been a great journey: Grandfather had urged him to follow his heart long ago, and he surely had. The squadron leaders voice filled the cockpit of his Viper.
' Remember that agricultural and industrial sites are the primary targets.... all illegal aliens to be terminated... good luck!'

 

[Frank]

A great Drabble Scorpio. A story with a sting in its tail. But it could use a little editing. You've got some punctuation spacing that's giving you false word count. Computers count anything between two spaces as a word. If you have a bit of punctuation isolated by spaces then the computer counts it as one word. If you take two words and tie them together with a string of dots without spaces then the computer counts it as one word. The best way to get an accurate word count is to leave any fancy punctuation until afterwards.

I count your Drabble as being 101 words. Please trim it up. And you might want to change the first word from "The" to "They".

Everyone feel free to edit their Drabbles as much as they like. For me, copying and pasting the entries over to the polling thread is done last.

 

[Ian Phillips]

I'm still recovering from

"Holmes is where the fart is."

It might take another day or two before I'm fit enough to venture out from home, into the wide world of drabbling.

 

[Frank]

I'm still recovering from


It might take another day or two before I'm fit enough to venture out from home, into the wide world of drabbling.

Before you think of disciplinary action please bear in mind that within my head I'm being chased by the demons of much much worse groan-inducing puns. Isn't that punishment enough?

 

[Ian Phillips]

Before you think of disciplinary action please bear in mind that within my head I'm being chased by the demons of much much worse groan-inducing puns. Isn't that punishment enough?

In my opinion it is entirely fitting and I am enjoying watching the scene.

 

[Bikky]

Getting Home

Stalking his prey, Juno was glad he’d attended survival lessons. He’d left his small shelter made in a tree, food was running low and he needed something fresh. He’d been on the trail of some large game for nearly two day’s now. In fading light, crouching low as the rustling went past. Two quick throws of some homemade spears and it was down, now for the bloody bit. How will I drag this all the way back? He muses.

Looking up into the darkening sky he sees a flash, then over to the wreckage site. ‘I will get back home’

 

[Winterwalker]

Nothing to write home about.

That blip upon the H.U.D, engineers can't fix.
That missing in the engines, on winding up that clicks.

That glued up micro tensile crack, heightening the glass,
That missing escape switch.

Her voice that says, "Priority!", on carbon's scoring scree.
The imprint in the leather seat, that fits now only me.

An ED, Mag-Lev coffee cup. There, that's in my view,
Between an empty pressure seat, waiting for a crew.

Familiar, known, my disavowed, home.
Partner, slaved, three orbits of Lave.

Been clocked!

She's meteor pocked!

My thumb rolls,
Port's wing falls!
How responsive is "she",
MY Cobra Mark III.

 

[Rog]

Great drabbles this week - I can see it's going to be difficult to choose just three to vote for again.

 

[Frank]

There are indeed some great Drabbles I'm looking forward to the poll going up on Thursday night to see which one wins.

Entries so far are

01 - Gibbonici - The Home Fires
02 - Frank - Every Day's a Holiday
03 - Rog - Home time
04 - Philip Coutts - Home at Last
05 - Darren Grey - Home Creation
06 - The Lone Gunman - Home is where the bar is
07 - Psykokow - A Hero's Return
08 - Scorpio - Rovers Return
09 - Bikky - Getting Home
10 - Eyota Winterwalker - Nothing to write home about.

Each of the above have the necessary 100 words. If anyone sees any mistakes they know where to find me.

There are only ten contestants. There's still space for another ten, and two days is plenty of time to come up with a good story. Relax on your comfy sofa. Put on your favourite music. Put your feet up. Think up a Drabble.

For anyone new that's not sure what this is all about, it's about a writing contest that anyone can enter. The story is 100 words long. That word count does not include the title. The stories have to be set in the Elite universe and should be about this week topic of.. "Home"

 

[Ian Phillips]

Home is where the heart is.

The Cobra slipped through the atmosphere, re-entry heat glowing orange and white. Descending, it dipped into the cloud layer, holo-displays guiding it on .

Water on the heated hull was instantly vapourised adding to the cloud around it, until eventually the ship emerged underneath the cloud layer encased in a moving ball of steam.

The ship settled down in a field, close to a farmhouse.

A lone figure emerged, carrying a small cryo container and a shovel.

A little effort and then the contents were spilt into the hole.

'There you are, my love. Home is where the heart is'.

 

[Scorpio]

Crowds in their thousands, filling the streets, excitedly bouncing together and singing songs.
Children run around mimicking my historic battles, fighting over who gets to pretend to be me.
Parents, arms in the air chanting out my name, saliva frothing on their lips, spittle spraying out with each call.

I've been away for so long I'd forgotten how passionate my people were, I gulp deeply surprised they still remember me.

As I approach the city hall the chants reach a deafening level, the crowds shaking my cabin excitedly.

What a welcome home!

And now, time to pay for my crimes.

I really like this drabble, but what a shame it didn't end at a grim courthouse with a gallows outside, or a few caged skeletons decking the walls.

 

[Frank]

When I read the Drabble I imagined the grim courthouse with a gallows outside, and a few caged skeletons decking the walls.

But to be honest I imagine those whenever Psykokow posts.

 

[cassius]

The Return

Vale looked down at the ash clouds scudding across the planet’s surface, tears floating away from his cheeks. They’d never had many dealings with the rest of the galaxy... until the Empire had turned its eye towards their world. Envious and greedy, the Imperials had lusted after his home. That once lush blue green orb of beauty and peace was now charred and tainted. Every man, woman and child... murdered to make way for the Empire’s ‘noble’ citizens.

They had took his home,

“Hyperspace destination set: Achenar” The nav computer on his orbiting Cobra announced.

Now he would take theirs.

 

[Splendour]

Homing

"Missile launch detected." The silence was broken as the ship's flight computer tore Meg's attention from the Sidewinder she had been silently stalking.

She swung the Cobra up violently, away from the missile's projected path. Switching full power to the engines and systems she powered up her shields knowing there was little chance they would be on line in time.

In desperation she jinked left and right as the missile inexorably homed in on the unprotected spacecraft. It struck home in deafening thud and screech of metal, deadened as the canopy shattered outwards, taking the air with it.

Silence. Broken.