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It's sooooo easssAAAHHHH

Well I've not done one for a while but thought, WHY NOT!!!!

Here's my entry...


“This is easy.” John chirped to Janice. “The cops are imbeciles, all you need to do is sit, wait, silence and boost.”

“Go on then, you show me how this thing works.” Janice replied,

“Right, sit back and be awed.” John stated. He started to turn off his modules. “Dropping the heat signature.” He states. Then Requests docking. Upon pad assignment he hits full throttle. Lining up with the slot he hits boost and turns off assist. “Coming in fast.” he’s grinning stupidly. “No we go cold.” And shuts the heat vents.

“ARRGHHH, A TYPE NIIINNNEEE” they both cried out.
 
We're barely a day in and already at 7 entries!

I've got to get mine written before I make a special ambassadorial trip to woo Edward into the benefits of disclosing the prior week's Drabble winner in the weekly newsletter. Anyone know the perfect liquor to make him susceptible to such influences? The pocketbook is deep and filled with plenty of credit cards! ;)

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Remember folks, we'll happy take as many stories as you throw at us; We all love to read. But only the first 20 entries will make it into the Voting Poll on Thursday evening! So if you want to find out if you can write as well as Mr. Coutts and run away with the votes, or just struggle along at the back-end, make sure you get in on those first 20!

(Now how in the HECK am I going to get "smuggling" into my story arc at this point in time?! The characters are trying to carry out an assassination right now! - No hints please! This is my added challenge of trying to keep a story going at 100 words a week.) :)
 

Goose4291

Banned
As I had an hour to myself In my Riad I put this together sipping a mint tea. Enjoy!

Inspection

Oligirio's flight of four Gladius class fighters had wrenched their target from Super-cruise within minutes of it entering the Achenar System. Now, two of those fighters flanked Limitanei Quintus' Customs and Excise Cutter as it closed with the interdicted craft.
Quintus casually looked over the display and reviewed the targets manifesto before opening a comms channel.
"Independent trader Peckham's Mogul, this is the Imperial cutter Mercury. Heave to in accordance with Imperial mandate."
What happened next was predictable, and the yellow Hauler began to accelerate away.
As the two Gladius' deployed their weapon hardpoints, Quintus pondered the intelligence of smugglers.
 
Desperate times call for desperate measures

The stations security vessels picked up a ship at full acceleration, heading towards them.

The speeding ships system picked up the security scan, but the pilot knew he had to enter the letterbox at full speed.

Not to avoid the security scan. No.

He had to avoid anyone visually spotting the tied up person in the chair next to him and work out he was borrowing the ship.

The scan revealed no violations or illegal cargo just as it entered the letterbox. Safety.

What he was smuggling in was himself. In time for a rendezvous with the station commanders daughter...
 
The Sharp Eyed Policeman

Psykokow let Sergeant Sharpe onto the ship.

"Good afternoon gentlemen. Welcome to Barnard's Star. This is a routine spot check."

Sharpe eyed the pilots suspiciously as he opened a canister.

Psykokow was about to speak when Listeri69 interrupted "David Brooben gets through a lot of mugs. These ones are more aerodynamic to fly straighter"

Both looked nervous as the sergeant pulled out the first layer of mugs. The gig was up when he pulled out the second layer. He trained his blaster at them yelling to his constables "There's Onionhead underneath the third layer of mugs. They're just mug layers!"
 
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The Nest

Three hours later, Rose grew tired of waiting as Seamus worked inside and used her scope to pick out various targets, making "pew! pew!" sounds as she went. The cat, the fern, the ugly statue.

Movement at the front door caught her eye and she watched the interaction between Seamus and Counselor Hargathen. Hargathen signed off on the repair bill and Seamus made his way back to the truck. He touched his jaw and spoke softly, "The nest is open."

Rose scoped in on Seamus, "and what do we have here? A pretty budgie. I'll be making you sing tonight!"
 
This has an excellent chance of forcing you to choose next week's topic! Lovely drabble.

Anybody interested in trying this strategy 'for real'? If so, please wait till I've got my new system set up and E: D installed!

The drabbles are flooding in so fast I think your question got drowned out Darkoba. I've seen some youtube videos where ships have landed on each other, but synchronised flying ?? I bet you get treated to a police scan all of your own regardless of how well you hide ;)

I'm worried I won't make the first 20. There might need to be a mop up late entries poll if we have over 20. The winner of that has the job of cleaning out the stall after Pyskokow's done his 'broadcast' ;)

Erik, do us a favour and write up a list of really awkward questions to ask Ed when you see him :D
 
They're coming in thick and fast for our 86th Contest! Here are the entries so far:-

01 - rootsrat - Misadvertising
02 - Philip Coutts - The Old Switcharoo
03 - KalRyper - A clean act
04 - Ian Phillips - One Canister of illegal goods
05 - Majere - Dirty Rotten Smugglers
06 - T.j - Hope
07 - Bikky - It's sooooo easssAAAHHHH
08 - Goose4291 - Inspection
09 - azdour - Desperate times call for desperate measures
10 - Frank - The Sharp Eyed Policeman
11 - Erik Marcaigh - The Nest

Only nine slots left. Let's see if we can hit that magic number of 20 Drabbles for the contest. Philip, you've certainly got those creative juices flowing with your choice of topic.
 
Keep Your Friends Close

Glowing in deep moonrise, two Cobras face one other teeth bared.

At last in ballet of you-show-me-yours, first offensive now defensive groups deactivate. In unison, each to power down.

A deal strikes! Onion Head's the game but, splitting risk one hatch opens. A tonne floats free, scooped by diversionary partner. In one motion hyperspace, an approach to Lave.

Ship Scan Detected.
Surprising MANY cops? Too late, a pigeon, realises.

"A tonne of Braben's jumpers, nicked my son. Smuggler!"

Seen cruising by, the Courier wing dips, thanks. As one, a Cobra now impounded.
Two, a meat sack taken in, for 're-education'.
 
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Outside and inside jobs

[SKLANG]

"There it was again! What are they doing?"

"I'm not sure, ambassador. Probably trying to hit us with cargo hatch disruptors."

"Ridiculous! This is a luxury yacht, we don't have a cargo hold!"

"Yes. Must be an amateur pirate. Skilled pilot though. Nigh impossible to hit."

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"Ah, there you are Charlie! We were attacked by some asinine pirates on our way here. Assess and repair any damage, will you."

"Right away sir!"

Charles had most of his team replace panels with cosmetic damage at the front while he and a few accomplices removed magnetic cargo canisters from the belly.
 

Philip Coutts

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The drabbles are flooding in so fast I think your question got drowned out Darkoba. I've seen some youtube videos where ships have landed on each other, but synchronised flying ?? I bet you get treated to a police scan all of your own regardless of how well you hide ;)

I'm worried I won't make the first 20. There might need to be a mop up late entries poll if we have over 20. The winner of that has the job of cleaning out the stall after Pyskokow's done his 'broadcast' ;)

Erik, do us a favour and write up a list of really awkward questions to ask Ed when you see him :D

I actually got the idea for the drabble from thinking about trying it in game. The issue is you would need to fly really close to the larger ship and stay out of the Vipers eye line. Is there actually space to do it? I don't know but I would really like to give it a shot.
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There are some great Drabbles so far and Frank has pulled out a pun that I just didn't see coming.....
 
Three hours later, Rose grew tired of waiting as Seamus worked inside and used her scope to pick out various targets, making "pew! pew!" sounds as she went. The cat, the fern, the ugly statue.

Movement at the front door caught her eye and she watched the interaction between Seamus and Counselor Hargathen. Hargathen signed off on the repair bill and Seamus made his way back to the truck. He touched his jaw and spoke softly, "The nest is open."

Rose scoped in on Seamus, "and what do we have here? A pretty budgie. I'll be making you sing tonight!"

Nice slant on this week's theme :)
(Wish I'd thought of it)
 
Smug? Like the Dragon?

Smug? The smile was so wide on his face it was possibly the definition of smug.
10,000 credits a tonne, what a price… almost full retail. Just for a couple of canisters he found floating around in space.
Yeah sure there was ship scanning to evade, and a slightly faster than usual docking sequence to get the ship down as quickly as possible.
Then there was having to find the right man on the station to make a deal with…
But with a fist full of 32,000 credits sheer profit… he was justified in being the little smuggling he was.
 
An artist's struggle

He remembered her eyes and the love she had given him.
The brush which painted her beautiful face to the canvas, his steady hands as he tried to
make the finest art he had ever created. It seemed a picture to much.
The Asp shook when he pressed down the trigger and six multi cannons tore through the hull of the Adder.
A purple spray of colors as the pirates in the canopy exploded into cold space.
She was with him, a piece of rare art to die for. Together they would smuggle her home from the terror of Komovoy.
 
Sardines in a whale

The Orca ‘Cornucopia’ slid serenely though the station entrance, eager faces pressed against the windows staring at the palm trees of the vast spaceport.
The hundred passengers the cruise liner was licensed to carry were quick to disembark, eager to sample the wonders of Vonarburg.

Four hours on, after the shift change at station security, a hundred passengers disembarked from the Cornucopia.

“Told you they wouldn’t keep track of passengers coming back.” the Cornucopia’s first mate told the Captain with satisfaction.

Three days later, the last of the refugees smuggled ashore, the Cornucopia lifted and headed back towards war-torn Eranin.
 
Nobody Said Dopey was Daft

I'd just like to apologise to my children, my grand-children and my great-great grand children (as and when or indeed if, the latter two come to be) who will be blighted by the following:

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The alarm clock buzzed exuberantly until Dopey’s mag-boot ended its brief working life.

Why Bashful, even accounting for all the Janxx slammers, had chosen him rather than one of the others: all hard-muscled miners, still escaped him.
An astronavigation specialist, with a 200 IQ, such beauties normally avoided him.

Suddenly anxious that this was some joke, he stretched to retrieve his gear from his jacket, planning to relax in his own special way.

Bashful stirred. “Cold!!” she complained, burying herself deeper under the covers and pulling him back towards her. “You’re the best snuggler ever”, she purred.

He stopped worrying.
 
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