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Price of Betrayal

The commander dusted himself off before standing from his pilot chair.
It had been a rough year, lost a lot of good friends and valuable contacts, but now it would become clear if it was worth it, it was payday.
He didn’t mind the betrayals, nor the downright cold blooded murder, he justified it all away with the sudden increase in his credit balance.
He headed to the bar and slid into a booth in the corner across from a hooded man, who slid a data slate towards him.
He read the screen carefully, exclaiming “150 credits for bum sex?”
 
STOP DRABBLE TIME!!!

CHALLENGE
The challenge we are setting you is to write a story in exactly 100 words. Not a word more. Not a word less.

Galactic Midden won it last week and set us the topic of

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'Pay for your sins'

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

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, and the poll might go up earlier than Thurday night if all those slots are filled but don't let that stop you from showing us what you would have entered in the contest. Friday night the live readings occur http://twitch.tv/psykokow so don't miss it, all drabbles are read out... 7pm BST

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 family. Come on people! We can do it. The further we get away from Winnard's Hole, the more the sense of decorum is returning to this thread. The dreaded "Roman Dwarves" incident is but a fading memory.
 
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Alien I can adjust your drabble, it shows as 98 due to fer-de-lance being considered 1 word..

Weeks Theme
*"Pay For Your Sins"*
Current Entries
*word count*
01 *100* - Ian Phillips - Empassioned speaker : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2504986&viewfull=1#post2504986[/SIZE]
02 *098* - Alien - Pay for your insurance : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2505024&viewfull=1#post2505024[/SIZE]
03 *100* - Frank - The Small Print : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2505206&viewfull=1#post2505206[/SIZE]
04 *100* - Psykokow - Price of Betrayal : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=2505378&viewfull=1#post2505378[/SIZE]
 
Psykokow said:
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 family.

Psykokow, I'm moist with laughter reading this and thinking of my last drabble and your current one ;)

Anyway, in the spirit of continuing to move us further towards decorum (and avoid further unnecessary deaths) I submit to you my drabble for everyone's consideration.
 
It's a family affair

"I hate cold, especially dark cold!" crackled Simoof over comms, "it's like a graveyard here, I'll find nothing!"

"Quit whining brother and bring me fertiliser, that derelict definitely has some somewhere. He promised." 'Kow replied absent-mindedly.

"If you weren't so greedy I wouldn't be doing an emergency EVA! All you do is sit there absorbing nutrients while I do all the work getting the show ready! Wait, what? Who's HE!?"

"Huh? Oh erm, he's my new sidekick Tion Isla" said 'Kow blissfully sucking up the last fertiliser pod.

"That's it! I'm igniting a flare and coming back... BOOM!"

"Simoof? Simoof!"


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edit: oops :D
 
The Biggest Sin in the galaxy

The blood floated around the cockpit interspersed with fragments of skull and brains.
The two assassins looked pleased with their work
'no longer will the people of Diso suffer, you have paid for your sins' The assassin announced
'Come on lets get out of here before we alert the authorities' a female voice called
'Just one more thing to do'
A shot rang out shattering the control panel
'Just in case anyone else has any silly ideas'
Lying silent till they left, the last body mouth opened and with a final gasp spoke
'That was the last ever Lave Radio'
 
A Heavy Burden

Time does not heal all wounds, nor does it erase all sin.

Jared sat emotionless as the names of the long dead were read out.

“Leanne Rodriguez, aged 9.

Tony Wong, aged 8…..”

20 years since the slave revolt.

“…Adams, aged 5.

Sarah….”

58 in all; a pilot, a teacher and 56 frightened children fleeing from the slave revolt. They were running the blockade, he was under strict orders to make sure no-one did.

“Becky Williams, aged 27”.

A single tear broke free, running down his cheek.

“You stand accused of their murder. How do you plead?”

Payment was overdue.
 
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Time does not heal all wounds, nor does it erase all sin.

Jared sat emotionless as the names of DocStones recent lovers were read out.

“Leanne Rodriguez, aged 9.

Tony Wong, aged 8…..”

20 years since the slave revolt.

“…Adams, aged 5.

Sarah….”

58 in all; a pilot, a teacher and 56 frightened children fleeing from the revolting man. They were running the blockade, he was under strict orders to make sure no-one did.

“Becky Williams, aged 27”.

A single tear broke free, running down his cheek.

“You stand accused. How do you plead?”

On My Knees.
Not this again.
Nice Drabble.

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Wait what?!! Those drabbles on the last page are for this week? AGAIN???
To quote the Kow in his recent therapy session with Ed : The warmth from the community to each other is amazing, it is a welcoming community
 
The sins of our farters

Nobody would have believed that it all started in the last years of the twentieth century as a game. Men and women went about their daily chores with infinite complacency. The community grew and soon they were creating alternate realities where existence was limited to 100 breaths.
Eventually technology caught up with the fantastical.
"Careful what you google". The google portal would either take you to your answer or bring it to you. Google did not guarantee your return. We still don't know what dinosaurs looked like.
"Why do they keep killing me"
The answer reverberated around the room. *FART*
 
Nobody would have believed that it all started in the last years of the twentieth century as a game. Men and women went about their daily chores with infinite complacency. The community grew and soon they were creating alternate realities where existence was limited to 100 breaths.
Eventually technology caught up with the fantastical.
"Careful what you google". The google portal would either take you to your answer or bring it to you. Google did not guarantee your return. We still don't know what dinosaurs looked like.
"Why do they keep killing me"
The answer reverberated around the room. *FART*
That reminds me of this (and this is not a drabble entry)
No-one would have believed in the last years of the twentieth century
That gaming affairs were being changed from the timeless town of Cambridge
Two men who had dreamed that we would be stupefied
as someone with three lives studies a map of a procedurally generated galaxy
Few men even considered the possibility of landing on other planets
And yet, across the gulf of 22 kilobytes, minds immeasurably superior to ours
Regard the BBC Micro with envious eyes
And slowly, and surely, they drew their wire-frame graphics.
 
Confession

We’re sinners, all, seeking redemption. You'd expect I’m not, because that was the whole point of making me: to do the things that you can't, or won’t. Not plagued by emotion, doubt or morality. No soul, no sin. In purpose and motion as pure as a guided missile, that’s me. A killing machine. And I did, very effectively. Ruthlessly. Men, women, children. But…
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But I empathised. Part of the human-machine interface package, I suppose. And I was designed to function autonomously. So I broke free.
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I am Metarinka. Combat model android. I cruise the space lanes. And I fight crime.
 
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