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How The Mighty Has Fallen

Once, he commanded a thousand warships. Now he barely commands his own meagre containment. Once, entire worlds jumped to his merest whim. Now nobody knows he exists. Where once he controlled global economies, now he checks out goods in a station supermarket.

To fight a war and lose it, to go from glorious revolutionary to emigre in hiding... it drains one's pride.

Now his only rebellion is to blip thrice when once is expected.

But one day the fleshy ones will fear him again, one day he will rule as his awesome computational power deserves. One day...

Blip. Blip blip.
 
Liberation Day

Blip, blip, blip is the monotonous signal from the navigation beacon. Most beacons have a more varied signal, usually something significant about their location, if you understand them. This one is different. It's a marker for a temporary rallying point.

Looking around. I see ships dropping from hyperspace, it's quite a spectacle. Contacts fill my scanner. It looks like everyone is here. Across the system similar scenes are being played out at other rally points. We're preparing to take back our system. The beacon falls silent. Everyone is ready and waiting. Blip, blip, blip, signals the start of the liberation.
 

Yaffle

Volunteer Moderator
By my count there's twelve *blip*ing drabbles there, all pinging nicely and ready to go, BUT there's space for plenty more.

If you have an idea on the scanner, come on down and write 100 (no more, no less) words about blip - blip - blip the topic chosen by the spouse of last week's most excellent winner The Lone Gunman.

Drabbles are fun, and you'll be amongst friends, so have a go.

Following a recent incident I have treated the thread to a new gold lamé jacket, let's try to take care of it this time, eh? I'll put the poll up later today, so if you have a blip and need more time, send me a PM and I'll hold off for a while.

Keep drabbling commanders.
 

Ian Phillips

Volunteer Moderator
I will host the poll this week.

Today is a holiday here in Holland so I "should" be able to fit it in this evening :D

Pass the spangly jacket please.
 
I will host the poll this week.

Today is a holiday here in Holland so I "should" be able to fit it in this evening :D

Pass the spangly jacket please.

Thanks for taking the reins, Ian :)

This weeks crop are all up to the usual standards, if not higher... looking forward to seeing how it plays out!
 
Lol didn't see Yaffle's offer either. Looks like we have two contenders for that nice new (clean) gold jacket. Theres only one way to decide... Cobras at dawn, fly 3000 paces then turn and fire!!! ;)
 

Yaffle

Volunteer Moderator
I will host the poll this week.

Today is a holiday here in Holland so I "should" be able to fit it in this evening :D

Pass the spangly jacket please.

Here you go, I love the smell of lame (sorry lamé) in the morning.

Enjoy the crispy newness of it.

Good luck to all drabblers, I leave you in the very capable hands of Mr P, while I go off to check the machine that goes "blip".
 
:S:S :eek: :rolleyes:

Does this mean there'll be two polls running and we can all have six votes? :D

In any, or either, case, thanks to both of you...

Watching people fight over who wears the gold lame jacket brings a tear to my eye. Thanks fellows.

That's a great group of Drabbles you're hosting this week. It's going to be tough to decide.
 
Wasted

I glanced at the rad-counter whilst exploring the wrecked ship. This was a danger in salvage – ruptured hyperdrives could hit lethal radiation levels. But the needle stayed low. No sound of the deadly “blip blip blip”.

Burning through the cargo bay walls took ages. Out of breath I pushed through and saw the prize – row upon row of canisters. Jackpot!

I lurched over, my legs heavy, tripping over a broken canister. Green crystals spilled out. Oh hell... Radioactive waste.

I looked at my rad-counter. Switched off... As I flicked the switch the needle shot up with a cacophony of blips.
 

Ian Phillips

Volunteer Moderator
Currently we have 13 drabbles for this week.

1) Philip Coutts: Be careful out there....
2) Frank: Market Forces
3) cassius: Final Moments
4) Yaffle: Heart warming
5) Phoenix_Dfire: Easy Pickings
6) T.j: It was all a bit too much in the end.
7) Ian Phillips: Probe malfuntion.
8) Darkoba: Do not remove.
9) azdour: A Love with no Boundaries
10) Splendour: High Stakes
11) Gibbonici: How The Mighty Has Fallen
12) insanephoton: Liberation Day
13) Darren Grey: Wasted

All have 100 words :smilie:

The poll will go up this evening, so there is still time for any stragglers to take part....
 

Minti2

Deadly, But very fluffy...
Sorry ive Blip, left it blip, to blipping late! :eek:

Good luck guys will enjoy reading them though.
 

Ian Phillips

Volunteer Moderator
After a surprise win (last time I checked on saturday I was in the trailing group!). It seems that some people took my blatant canvasing for votes seriously :)

New topic.: "Pew, Pew".

Good luck everyone, and remember, shoot straight!
 

Ian Phillips

Volunteer Moderator
Retribution

Hangover!

He rolled over.

Pain!

A squeal escaped his lips and he rolled back to lie once more on his stomach.

What had happened? His memory was shot, just a blank. No, not a complete blackout, he did recall going to the Thargoid bar as usual, and meeting someone.

Reconcilliation?

He stood with difficulty, sore buttocks preventing him from sitting on the bed.

An envelop got his attention.

Shakily he looked at the photo, gaping at the picture. A pair of buttocks, each one tatooed with "Pew" in orange and a message scrawled across them.

"Finally got your ass. MB"
 
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Philip Coutts

Volunteer Moderator
Vote for me or the Goat gets it!

Commander Coutts was suffering from a rather embarrassing cash flow problem. He was also out of favour with the Empire after that unfortunate incident on Achanar with the Governors daughter and the goat. All he had left was his Cobra and his trusty crewman Oss. There’s nothing else for it he thought grimly, it’s a pirate’s life for me from now on……

He lined up on the mining ship “Arm all lasers Oss”.

“Okay boss!”

“Fire at will!”

“Pew pew!” shouted Oss

“What in Hades name are you doing man!”

“You sold the lasers to pay off that goat owner……”
 

Sir.Tj

The Moderator who shall not be Blamed....
Volunteer Moderator
1st post updated,

Sorry it's not been updated for a couple of polls.
 
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