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Well I was not ripping that off. I was ripping... I mean influenced by the common origin of both pieces. But it is pretty funny.
I didn't think you were ripping mine off, so I'm sorry if I gave that impression. I would be surprised if you saw my version when I posted it. It is pretty funny though :)
 
Welcome Nexxo! Great first drabble adding to what seems to be a week of high standards so far. We've got blood, guts, death, sin, murder, an android, and of course some more noxious sound effects from the Prince of Egesta ;)
 
Are we doing a live read through from Lavecon on friday? Oooh, That'll be fun :D
OK so the live read will be OK if...
a. We get to Sedgebrook Hotel from Glasgow in 1 piece.
b. We can get the PA set up in time.
c. The network is up and running.

Potatokow, you might wanna check with the tech trout that he will have it set up for Friday night and that you have the credentials.
 

Ian Phillips

Volunteer Moderator
You take care of a)

I can help with b), once I can stop laughing at the forum software's sense of humour:
"Simoof
Competent"

c) is in the hands of the Gods I suppose.
 
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Sometimes Drink IS the Only Answer

Stomach churning dread makes me lie still. Eyes closed. Breathing rhythmically. Trying to figure out the source of my fear.

“I know you’re awake”, says a voice.

Eyes open. Immediately wishing they hadn’t. A hideously scarred visage looms from the darkness, illuminated by a gently humming, sputtering plasma cutter, hovering over my stomach.

“Mogadon, really? That ridiculous name would hide you, from ME? No! You MUST pay for your sins”, said the figure bringing the cutter down.

Slicing. Charring. Eviscerating me. Retribution.

Screaming awake. Sweating. I reach for the Janxx, drinking deeply. Forcing myself to drown the demons and forget.
 
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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.

+1 from me. We need more crime fighting, interstellar combat androids
 
The sins of the author shall be visited upon his readers

George Lucas turned its attention to the Cobra docked in bay 17.

A woman in skintight pleather uniform and mirror sunglasses strode up to a comm unit.

"Station. I'm Lieutenant Scarlett Blackwidow, Pun Police."

George Lucas cleared its servers to address this development.

"A green-faced bandit just left Hutton Orbital in a jalopy. Said he was selling Lavian Brandy liqueur but it was just fermented Azure Milk."

George Lucas examined its inventory in 0.27 microns. Negative. But why were the police investigating such a minor case?

"You don't understand. This is serious. They're calling it the great Lave Con."
 
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Missileman

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Credits for Sins

The air felt musty, the air recycle unit had long stopped functioning as the salvage drifted aimlessly through space
onboard a figure in a survival suit surveyed the salvage
'Take that panel out we can sell the electronics, they're always worth a few credits'
the laser wielder shot into life as they got to work
'seems like this ship was in an ambush, looks like the weapons are in good order'
'They certainly are', a voice called from the back,
the team spasmed as the projectile hit them
Docstone died and Simoof smiled 'thats one sin paid up in full'
 
The air felt musty, the air recycle unit had long stopped functioning as the salvage drifted aimlessly through space
onboard a figure in a survival suit surveyed the salvage
'Take that panel out we can sell the electronics, they're always worth a few credits'
the laser wielder shot into life as they got to work
'seems like this ship was in an ambush, looks like the weapons are in good order'
'They certainly are', a voice called from the back,
the team spasmed as the projectile hit them
Docstone died and Simoof smiled 'thats one sin paid up in full'

Oh, that's the way it's gonna be eh? Team Simoof? I had thought better of you Ms I, le Man.
 
George Lucas turned its attention to the Cobra docked in bay 17.

A woman in skintight pleather uniform and mirror sunglasses strode up to a comm unit.

"Station. I'm Lieutenant Scarlett Blackwidow, Pun Police."

George Lucas cleared its servers to address this development.

"A green-faced bandit just left Hutton Orbital in a jalopy. Said he was selling Lavian Brandy liqueur but it was just fermented Azure Milk."

George Lucas examined its inventory in 0.27 microns. Negative. But why were the police investigating such a minor case?

"You don't understand. This is serious. They're calling it the great Lave Con."

Epic! :D
 
The air felt musty, the air recycle unit had long stopped functioning as the salvage drifted aimlessly through space
onboard a figure in a survival suit surveyed the salvage
'Take that panel out we can sell the electronics, they're always worth a few credits'
the laser wielder shot into life as they got to work
'seems like this ship was in an ambush, looks like the weapons are in good order'
'They certainly are', a voice called from the back,
the team spasmed as the projectile hit them
Docstone died and Simoof smiled 'thats one sin paid up in full'
Its the most beautiful thing I have ever read.
 
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