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Galactic Midden

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Dashing Blade said:
Just overshot the landing pad by 3,000Ls reading this thread . . . .encore, encore!
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Hello commander, I'm glad we've given you a good excuse for your mis-manoeuvre. I usually find my only excuse for my many mistakes is incompetence ;)

If you haven't voted please head over to https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=99766 and reward the 3 drabbles you like the most. We will warmly welcome you if you fancy entering next week, it's open to everyone - a new contest begins on Monday once we know the topic as chosen by this week's winner.
 

Philip Coutts

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Philip Coutts
In a most strange and unexpected turn of events I managed to mash my keyboard and come up with a Drabble that people actually liked (and it even made sense.....sort of). I'm not one for big long speeches so I will say thank you to everyone who took part and voted and without further ado the topic for this weeks Drabbles is.........
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Smugglers
 

rootsrat

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rootsrat
Good topic :D

Since I have a lot to do at work I decided to drop everything and write. As you do when you get addicted to AbrakaDrabble *cough*




Misadvertising

Gordon was excited to see over fifty replies to his job advert. He started glancing over the CVs to fish out the best ones.


"Million credits in a single run."
"Never fined!"
"Connections within Federal security services."
"Cloaking technology installed."


Gordon was confused. None of the CVs fitted the job he'd posted. He opened GalNet and searched for the advert. It was his son's birthday and he'd already hired clowns and acrobats. All he needed now were a few jugglers to keep the kids entertained during the party.


He opened the advert and froze... SMUGGLERS?! Damn this forced autocorrect system!
 
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rootsrat

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rootsrat
Goose4291 said:
It'll be another late entry on Wednesday or Thursday for me I'm afraid. Currently in Marrakech on holiday! :)
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I'll happily swap with you, so that you can come to the freezing UK to be able to write your drabble, while I'll go and relax in Marrakech! Yes, I am willing to make that sacrifice. Anything for the drabble contest! What say you? ;)
 

Philip Coutts

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Philip Coutts
The Old Switcharoo

Sweat beaded my forehead. I looked up through my cockpit and I could almost reach up and touch the underside of the T9. I was flying as close as possible to fool the security scan into thinking there was only one ship.
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“Scan detected” hissed the Captain of the T9.
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I fired my thrusters and heaved at the controls, time to get out of here.
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The Vipers broke off scanning the T9 and made a beeline for my hauler. I boosted, desperate to hyperspace out of the system to safety.
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Meanwhile the T9 glided serenely into dock laden with Onionhead……..
 

KalRyper

KalRyper
A clean act

Cockpit speakers crackled before announcing, "You are fined eighty thousand credits for detection of alcohol - illegal on this station."
Calmly, Karen responded, "Negative control. Probably crystallized vapours on my hull. You just blasted someone moments before I entered.”
Static filled the pause, then, "You are subject to an immediate search."

After a fruitless inspection and a rescinded fine, Karen’s ship received a free hull wash.

She nodded to the poorly attired technicians lurking nearby.
"Okay boys, unload the missile racks - champagne corks just don't have the range."

A smug Lars handed over the money.
“Clever girl,” he said.
 

Majere

Majere
Ok, I will have to Chewie over this for a few days. It'll be a Solo effort, will have a think after the kessel school run. Back in a parsec.
 

Philip Coutts

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That's some nice Drabbling KalRyper. That's something else I'd love to see in game. A dummy missile rack that you could smuggle small quantities of valuable goods in. They would also need to be shielded in game to stop those pesky scans picking them up.....
 

Ian Phillips

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Ian Phillips
One Canister of illegal goods

The canisters full of slaves were stood up in the warehouse after being unloaded from a hauler. Nine of them, all in a row. A tenth canister stood apart, marked for another buyer. The slaves handlers were busy extracting the slaves after their journey, lining them up along a wall for counting and processing.

One of them glanced over at the pilot who was waiting for his cargo manifest to be confirmed. Pointing at the single canister he asked "Whats in that?"

"Battle Weapons" said the pilot activating the release mechanism.
Ninety federation marines swarmed the slavers and armed themselves.
 

Majere

Majere
Dirty Rotten Smugglers

“Greetings Commander, not seen you in ages. Docking permission granted, pad 24, welcome back to Lave”
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat
“Thanks control. Deep space… ggnngh”
He arched his back and grimaced.
“Commencing scan…. All clear Commander, have a nice day”
“Urgghh, you too, nnnnngh”
“You ok Commander?”
“A bit space sick, I’m fine, huh-huh-hnnngh”
Upon landing he made a rapid exit to the “Golden Grub” saloon and shut himself into a cubicle.
After much wailing he emerged triumphant with an egg-shaped object and approached the bartender.
“We’re gonna be rich!” he beamed.
“You might have cleaned it first!”
 

Frank

Frank
EliteBannerSmuggler.jpg

As many of you may have noticed, there is a story writing contest going on here. Please feel free to enter. The challenge is to write a story in exactly 100 words. Not a word more. Not a word less.

The story should be set in the Elite Universe and the exact number of 100 words does not include the title. I shall host a vote on Thursday. On Sunday the winner shall have the honour of choosing the next topic.

Last week Philip Coutts won, and he has given us "Smugglers" as the topic of the week

A good place to compose your story is recommended by Erik, http://www.wordcounter.net/

Entries to a poll will be limited to the first 20 Drabbles submitted.

Please remember that this is a family forum We want as many people as possible to feel comfortable on this thread. Don't write anything that you wouldn't want to read out in front of your grandparent/grandchild.
 
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Sir.Tj

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Sir.Tj
Hope

Breaths held straining to hear the voices just outside the door.

"Scans indicated there are one hundred lifeforms on this ship, they in here?"

A hollow clang echoed through the chamber.

"NO! Your scanner's faulty!"

"Smuggling Slaves is illegal in Federal space." The voice was level and calm.

The containers door opened, light suddenly blinded them, jumping together their shackles rattled as hope flooded their hearts.

'Freedom' the collective thought reverberated in unison.

"Well, what do we have here?"

His arm raised... The laser-pistol staccato fire continued until it wasn't needed.

The officer spoke dispassionate.

"Saves on paperwork this way."
 
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