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azdour

azdour
Missed last weeks drabble because a lot of unexpected work dropped on my lap.

Since I was getting fed up with putting all the hours in a day to work (especially having to work over the weekend and today) I decided today to take a breather and a break to write my drabble for this week...
 

Frank

Frank
With Police Work There's No Time for Pause

Oh boy! I passed the test. I'm a police officer. I yelp with delight. I see my happy smiling partner waiting for me with open arms. I go bounding towards him and leap onto his chest and give him a big slobbery kiss.

There's no time for playing. I want to get started with my new job down at the space port. There are some very nasty people there that are trying to hide drugs and bombs and I've got a good nose to sniff these things out and if I do then my partner will give me a treat.
 
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Rog

Rog
Fiat Justitia

The hunt had been months long, but they would not escape this time.

Approaching unseen from the planetoid's darkside and aerobraking to Mach 2, the small ship skimmed low, vectoring toward their pressurised dome.

Instruments confirmed he hadn't been detected. Their end would be unexpected, clean. They deserved far worse for their crimes.

Low and still seconds away, the missile was launched. Streaking through the noxious atmosphere it devastated the deviant's hideout. No survivors of course, but word would get out.

He would see to it. An example. A reminder.

Even for the Empire, certain transgressions were beyond the pale.
 

Bikky

Bikky
The lahw

Striding into The Thargoid and Fer de Lance, the Officer stood there. Muscle bound and chiselled features. His helmet covering his eyes. He expected to be obeyed immediately.

Commander Illu, made a quick slink off to escape out of the back route.

‘YOU!’ called out the officer, pointing ‘STAND STILL NOW!’ The officer approached him, and took hold of the front of his space suit. ‘And what are YOU doing here?’

‘Just going about my business officer.’

‘DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?’

‘Errm I think so, You’re Dredge Judd aren’t you?’

‘YOU BEING FUNNY BOY? AH AHM THE LAHW’
 

Ian Phillips

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Ian Phillips
Forcing compliance

The customs inspector sucked on his teeth whilst tapping one specific line on his clipboard with his stylus.

'The manifest just says "Luxury goods". That's not specific enough. I want to see inside this one.'

The trader rolled his eyes, looking up as a Cobra passed overhead. The engine noise swamped his initial reply, then he shook his head in denial.
‘No can do. Only for delivery to specific customer, unopened’

The customs inspector turned away, activating his comms unit. Shortly six burly men emerged from a transport.

‘I represent the law here, these gentlemen enforce it. Open the canister.’
 

Splendour

Splendour
Long Periods of Boredom

Pilot Officer Shen balanced two cups of scalding hot coffee on a box of doughnuts as she hopped over the counter and the heads of the queuing cops, and landed inch perfect at her table without spilling a drop.

“Stop showing off.” Chided Grune, her wingman.

“Nothing else to do in the ready room, might as well enjoy low gees if we’re...”

Her response was cut short by the wail of a claxon. As they ran towards the waiting Vipers, Grune grumbled “Probably some kid fired at the station by accident.”

“Yeah, we’ll still smoke him.” grinned Shen, boredom forgotten.
 
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Gibbonici

Gibbonici
A Bad Year For Galcop

Even though he'd been given enough sedatives to kill a Sloughian bull Brontok, Galcop Captain Honshor twitched, muttered and kicked his leg. His office was wrecked: papers were strewn everywhere, his desk was upturned and shelves lay broken across the floor.

"What happened?" Recruit Pallas asked the crowd who stood by watching.

"30 years ago someone attacked the station," Sergeant Kalavar said. "They deployed Vipers but the attacker just sat outside killing anything that came out. We lost 43 Vipers that day. Honshor was the duty captain. He just got the news."

"What news?"

"The guy's coming back this year."
 

Yaffle

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Yaffle
There's laws and Laws.

Azard was spinning badly, a result of flight assist being off and a hit from a railgun. The risk was worth it; he’d turned on the adversary and destroyed him. His problem was one of conservation of momentum; the projectile had spun him and his systems were unresponsive. Sparks and smoke showered his face, nausea flooded his being as the moon, far too close passed his line of sight again and span away.
He smashed his fist into the chair, he was headed for it, stuck with the law of gravitational attraction. Some laws do their own enforcing. He screamed.
 

Yaffle

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Yaffle
I can do it.

Well, in theory, but I have never done such a thing before.

So, an amateurish "I can do it" from over here.
 

Yaffle

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Yaffle
<dons a suspiciously stretched and oversized sequinned jacket. Places a hand in a pocket, quickly withdraws it and looks at his fingers. Smells them, pulls a face and wipes them on his trousers>

Must remember to burn those later.

Roll up roll up, ladies and gentlemen, I present for your delight, your delectation, your simpering wants, all the way from the bottom half of the internet, it's this week's DRABBLE COMPETITION. That's right, the very thing the internet was invented for.

Our topic is arresting this week, all about law enforcement. There are still plenty of easily hosed down cells available in the back of the black maria, so come on over and submit a drabble.

All you need to do is write 100 words on the topic of law enforcement, and set it in the Elite universe. Just 100 words, that's all.

You have until some time on Thursday night, so get those keyboards a clicking, and don't get caught speeding.
 

Yaffle

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Yaffle
Wanted:

More drabbles

reward: A small amount of kudos

There's a need for more entries this week, it's a great topic. Think of all the buddy cop films you've seen. Think of how many murders there have been in Oxford alone since Morse arrived. Write a drabble about the innate fear of having Angela Lansbuy around for tea. Or how GalCop had you stitched up like a kipper.

I'm here tying not to be detained for wearing a loud jacket after the hours of darkness, so if you are even on the edge of having a go, COME ON DOWN!

If you have a fear of being done for loitering, send me a PM and I'll hold off until your drabble is in the nick.
 
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