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The Best Power

This vulture pilot liked to talk. Mac hated pilots like these; shooting their mouths off, as well as their weapons.

‘You!’ he screeched. ‘In the pathetic Asp, I’m going to boil you for Patronus!’

Davie fired the laser turrets to keep the more manoeuvrable ship off the Sanctimonious’ tail.

‘We’re unaligned.’ replied Davie. ‘There’s no need.’

‘If you not with us, then you’re against the best power in the galaxy.’

Mac cut forward velocity and the vulture overshot.

‘Really?’ He snarled back. ‘I thought the best power in the galaxy comes from my beam lasers.’

Mac pulled the trigger.

Boom!
 
Dead Rising

“That’s not a power!!” the room called. Psykokow sat down to a 51 can of air freshener salute.
From the shadows at the back of the room, a door creaked open. Echoing footsteps clopped their sinister way towards them.
A wolf whistled, thunder clacked and wind howls filled the room.
In the distance a child’s crying could be heard, a small explosion snuffing it out.
A crowd stirred, coughs reverberated around them.
A large belch split the scene… a small child on a trike, wearing a red cap appeared from the shadow.
She smirked “FANDABBYDOSI”,
Frank Shreiked.. “cut the power!!”
 
“That’s not a power!!” the room called. Psykokow sat down to a 51 can of air freshener salute.
From the shadows at the back of the room, a door creaked open. Echoing footsteps clopped their sinister way towards them.
A wolf whistled, thunder clacked and wind howls filled the room.
In the distance a child’s crying could be heard, a small explosion snuffing it out.
A crowd stirred, coughs reverberated around them.
A large belch split the scene… a small child on a trike, wearing a red cap appeared from the shadow.
She smirked “FANDABBYDOSI”,
Frank Shreiked.. “cut the power!!”
I hear at lavecon you did not get much sleep so you woke up feeling a little krankie.
 
<pointedly staring at Simoff in response to his pun>...

Okay... So far we've got

01 - Erik Marcaigh - Tales From the Thargoid & Fer-de-Lance
02 - Frank - Old Habits Die Hard
03 - Alien - My Power (Slam) Is Best
04 - rootsrat - Who’s got the Power?
05 - STRONTIUM DOG - the young ones in the 33 century
06 - Splendour - Power within reach
07 - MrMogadon - Stationery Dwarves Warning
08 - azdour - A single power that stands the test of time
09 - Galactic Midden - Sloopid Mugglers
10 - Listeri69 - A Sticky End?
11 - Missileman - The Power of the Rain
12 - Simoof - The Power of the Eternian Prince.
13 - Phoenix_Dfire - The Best Power
14 - psykokow - Dead Rising

That's 6 places left. There's still plenty of time for you lot to get yer Drabbles in. I'll stick the poll up at around 11:00pm British Summer <cough cough> Time.
 
Ode to the powers

Returning from galactic ranges
I see that there have been some changes
Ten factions seem to all attest
'Join with me , my power's best'
They offer modules unique and flawed
that seem to offer scant reward,
for weeks of low paid donkey graft,
these powers must think the people daft
A few idealist naïve dreamers
contrast with all the outright schemers.
'Pledge for me, I wear sharp suits'
'No, pledge to me because I'm cute'
Liars, cheats they're all alike
Pity they don't take a hike
Their constant bicker has me annoyed
I think I'll head back to the void.
 
Manifesto

Some will fight for a pretty face and a feeling of rightousness. Some will fight for a smug feeling of superiority and the thrill of their boot on someone else's neck. Some will fight for an idea or what they think is an idea. And some will fight because it's the only thing they know.

My followers? my followers fight because I pay more than anyone else. A full belly and a fat wallet are still the two greatest motivators known to mankind. My power is the best, and that is why I'm going to win.

- Senator Zemina Torval, 3301AD
 
I shall take my bows here, quickly before the applause begins. Psykokow might have that very real crown-of-trophy-cups, but I am now currently wearing the imaginary toilet paper crown with the pride that it deserves. Thanks for all the votes.

And this week's topic is.... <drum roll>...

"Money's no object"
 
but I am now currently wearing the imaginary toilet paper crown with the pride that it deserves.

It's not quite so imaginary. It's hanging up in my garage, limp as Simoof's noodles at the end of an Italian cooking session.

PS- I'm going to lead off again....
 
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The Carousel Wheel of Death (It Never Stops Spinning)

Commander Erik looked over at MrMogadon and said, "I'm just paying you to kill him. Since when do assassins have morals? You didn't have a problem a week ago, did you?"

"Well, no."

"And you were paid well, correct?"

"Well, yes," nodded MrMogadon. "But Simoof's..."

"What? Alive?"

"Yes. That's just a bit unusual in my line of work. My targets generally stay dead. Loss of blood, limbs, freezing temperatures in space, dreadfully horrid ways to go."

"Mmmmhmm. He's alive again, thanks to DocStone's Reanimator. It cost a pretty penny, but I get to keep having him killed."

"Consider it done."
 
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Can't buy me love.

Inspired by Darrens winning drabble at lavecon, I have opted for a childrens story this week:

The little happy caterpillar crawled along the heating conduit above Nickynackynoonos head.
Nickynackynoonoo chortled "I have all the money in the kingdom"
Poopoobumballum moaned "And I told you money is not the issue here"
"But money is everything" retorted the jolly fat man.
Poopoobumballum became huffy-puffy. "But you can't have what you want. It's not gonna happen". She tried to walk around Nickynackynoonoo
Nickynackynoonoo laughed "I have offered you more than you'd make in a lifetime"
"I simply won't do THAT!!"
Nickynackynoonoo sneered, "Then I shall pay to have you killed and I'll do it anyway!" Smelly pirate hookers.... pah!
 
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[prods Frank] "He's not yet dead. Oi, wake up you old timer. Hang on, I have an idea."
[gets a Jamesons Whiskey bottle, waves it under Frank's nose] "Ah that seems to have had an effect. Frank, what is the new drabble theme? I think he's still out. Get the Wow-Wow Sauce."
 
Any Credits Sir?

Alex scrunched the discarded plastiwrap tight around himself, patching gaps and
chasing bubbles of chill air from his frozen body. The heating often failed in
Central, but he wasn’t here by choice. The undesirable central decks were the
only place to bed down without being hassled by those station security bullies.
Alex feared them, and rightly so. They’d murdered his parents and repeatedly
abused him. They stayed away from Central - mostly. Too wintry for their bitter
hearts perhaps?

He read the advertising on the plastiwrap, it was packaging for a disposable
three piece business suit. He cried himself to sleep.
 
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[prods Frank] "He's not yet dead. Oi, wake up you old timer. Hang on, I have an idea."
[gets a Jamesons Whiskey bottle, waves it under Frank's nose] "Ah that seems to have had an effect. Frank, what is the new drabble theme? I think he's still out. Get the Wow-Wow Sauce."

Don't anybody dare tell Alien! She's trying to coax the answer out of me using alcohol.

"No! I'll never tell you the topic!! No matter how much Jamesons you try to tempt me with!!"
 
moneys no object when trying to get home

*
there was a dark angel from slough
who had to get home somehow
she purchased a ship to shorten
her trip counting the credits allowed

her take off was short lived of grace
as she scraped her way out to space
she ploted her route and doned her flight suit
with remlock secured to her face

her frameshift reared up like a steed
ready to bolt of with speed
she set off today in a relative way
hoping to get there last week



assasination by kick an bath
angel had gained the last laugh
mad Eddie disolved his own arsk
 
Indiana Bones and the Legend of the Pustule Skull

It was known as the ugliest object in the known or unknown universe. A pre-jump relic once thought lost in the passage of time, an object so hideous, so unbelievably putrid that its human origins have been questioned time and time again, yet undeniably human it is.

I had to have it.

50 years of backbreaking toil, working my way up from a lowly sidewinder to a fleet of Anacondas; the most successful businessman in Imperial Space. I made my billions, just to give them away.

After all, money is no object when the prize is the Skull of Simoof!
 
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