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From insanephoton, we have: Hutton Orbital
From DocStone, several days ago he threatened "Walrus Jobbies", but he's not been seen of heard from since. (So his isn't "official".)
From insanephoton, we have: Hutton Orbital
From DocStone, several days ago he threatened "Walrus Jobbies", but he's not been seen of heard from since. (So his isn't "official".)
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"Topic" is a silly name for a chocolate bar, the best bars are named after celestial objects; Milky Way, Galaxy, Mars Bar. If they wanted a decent name they should've called it the Saturn Bar... or the Uranus.
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It's official. Both winners of last week's insanity (insanephoton and DocStone) have both agreed on one single topic this week: HUTTON ORBITAL
To those uninitiated to the Drabble contest, everyone is eligible to participate. A Drabble is a 100-word story, based on the theme given by the previous week's winner(s). Stories should be set in the Elite: Dangerous universe and be family-friendly. (No, not ones that your inbred cousins would like.... the ones that your grandparents would enjoy.)
We all use www.wordcounter.net to confirm the 100 words.
Entries will be accepted up to 10pm BST this Thursday.
Let's get drabbling!
To those uninitiated to the Drabble contest, everyone is eligible to participate. A Drabble is a 100-word story, based on the theme given by the previous week's winner(s). Stories should be set in the Elite: Dangerous universe and be family-friendly. (No, not ones that your inbred cousins would like.... the ones that your grandparents would enjoy.)
We all use www.wordcounter.net to confirm the 100 words.
Entries will be accepted up to 10pm BST this Thursday.
Let's get drabbling!
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Psykokow's Falsification
After many weeks of flying around the frontier Commander Psykokow was having great difficulties keeping it up.
It was dark and the humming had finally stopped
'What happens when the station stops rotatin*? Do people just float about?
'what if it spins too fast?? Do people end up stuck to the floor?'
'If it suddenly stopped spinnin*, would people be thrown into the air and stick?'
'when it starts a*ain, would people splat into the walls?
Cargo containers were conveying along through huge scanning machines and being loaded onto ships officials running around like ants.
And that's when they killed Simoof.
NOT MY DRABBLE ENTRY
It was dark and the humming had finally stopped
'What happens when the station stops rotatin*? Do people just float about?
'what if it spins too fast?? Do people end up stuck to the floor?'
'If it suddenly stopped spinnin*, would people be thrown into the air and stick?'
'when it starts a*ain, would people splat into the walls?
Cargo containers were conveying along through huge scanning machines and being loaded onto ships officials running around like ants.
And that's when they killed Simoof.
NOT MY DRABBLE ENTRY
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what a great topic!! https://soundcloud.com/psykokow-t-madkow/hutton-orbital-charity-message
Part two - the loneliness of the long distance hunter
The reading from the wake-scan confirmed it; a 97% probability the destination was Alpha Centauri.
Hutton Orbital.
She’d heard rumours that it had been the haven for some less than savoury characters these last few weeks, so it came as no surprise the slaver would’ve docked there.
Only idiots or the completely desperate made the long haul in super-cruise to the station, and she alone fell into the latter category. More information was needed about her brothers, and the mind-numbing boredom of a 0.22LY cruise was a price worth paying.
She almost felt sorry for the mugs she’d find there.
The reading from the wake-scan confirmed it; a 97% probability the destination was Alpha Centauri.
Hutton Orbital.
She’d heard rumours that it had been the haven for some less than savoury characters these last few weeks, so it came as no surprise the slaver would’ve docked there.
Only idiots or the completely desperate made the long haul in super-cruise to the station, and she alone fell into the latter category. More information was needed about her brothers, and the mind-numbing boredom of a 0.22LY cruise was a price worth paying.
She almost felt sorry for the mugs she’d find there.
I'll take the standby slot, but busty week at work so if anyone else wants to take a crack at it please say now as I'm half way to Hutton and the space crazy is with me <yarf woof ahwoooo!>
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Wait, what, a busty week at work? Tell me more. With pictures. Graphic ones.
A belt made from watches AKA Waste of Time
The truckers were tiring. Several had already shot past Hutton Orbital into the wilderness; some never to be seen again.
The Friday night potato was on the radio again.
Aligned with Hutton Orbital, it was the 15th journey. Quickly refueled and polished at Readdy Gateway, that part was becoming automatic. Get back on the haul and you could attend to other matters.
The convoy arrived at Hutton Orbital. The docking queue formed.
Finally docked. Why is there no option to sell Scrap? Why is there metals in my cargo...?
Announce my mistake to the local; 3 ships leave the queue.
The truckers were tiring. Several had already shot past Hutton Orbital into the wilderness; some never to be seen again.
The Friday night potato was on the radio again.
Aligned with Hutton Orbital, it was the 15th journey. Quickly refueled and polished at Readdy Gateway, that part was becoming automatic. Get back on the haul and you could attend to other matters.
The convoy arrived at Hutton Orbital. The docking queue formed.
Finally docked. Why is there no option to sell Scrap? Why is there metals in my cargo...?
Announce my mistake to the local; 3 ships leave the queue.
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Some people have jobs where they look forwards to Monday morning
I got your back this week, Frank.
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Three drabbles in so far. If everyone gives up now, and voters actually place all three votes, we'll have a tie and Simoof can say he writes as well as Alien and DocStone.
So, um, let's more drabbles in!
PS- I really do like you, Simoof!
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Ian Phillips
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The emptyness
It's the loneliness that gets to those pilots who have been duped into taking a cargo load to Hutton Orbital.
The space voices speak to you, on the otherwise empty trip.
It is the bringer of mysteries that have no solution, ships drifting and empty, floating through space, out of fuel and unmanned.
One captain left a note behind: "I can't take it anymore. I'm going to silence the voices"
This memorial plaque is to the memory of CMDR Simoof, whose ship the Marie Celeste was found in the vicinity of Hutton Orbital, 25 years after the famous Mug run.
It's the loneliness that gets to those pilots who have been duped into taking a cargo load to Hutton Orbital.
The space voices speak to you, on the otherwise empty trip.
It is the bringer of mysteries that have no solution, ships drifting and empty, floating through space, out of fuel and unmanned.
One captain left a note behind: "I can't take it anymore. I'm going to silence the voices"
This memorial plaque is to the memory of CMDR Simoof, whose ship the Marie Celeste was found in the vicinity of Hutton Orbital, 25 years after the famous Mug run.
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Philosophical Journey
Shuia gazed at the slowly decreasing number on the HUD and sighed. It always felt such a long way to Hutton Orbital, despite it taking less time than her occasional commute from the starport to the family ranch back on Mars.
She was glad it wasn't like the old days with the Stardreamer.
Subjectively the journey time had been similar, but she’d always struggled with loosing years of galactic standard time over a few trade runs, watching the family change in her absence.
Being a great, great auntie at 40.
At least now she was in synch.
Eden, 0.22 Lightyears.
Shuia gazed at the slowly decreasing number on the HUD and sighed. It always felt such a long way to Hutton Orbital, despite it taking less time than her occasional commute from the starport to the family ranch back on Mars.
She was glad it wasn't like the old days with the Stardreamer.
Subjectively the journey time had been similar, but she’d always struggled with loosing years of galactic standard time over a few trade runs, watching the family change in her absence.
Being a great, great auntie at 40.
At least now she was in synch.
Eden, 0.22 Lightyears.
The Alien Chronicles Part 5
Cmdr Alien was now realising that fixing a ship was proving harder than she thought it would be. Alien had no idea why the main engine wouldn't turn over. Alien tugged on a cable hard.
The Hutton Mug community goal would have to wait, if Alien's ship couldn't be repaired in time, she'd not have to make the 90 minute tortuous journey.
The mechanic came along at that moment "It would seem the main power cable is broken" Alien said.
The mechanic sucked at his teeth, "That'll be 20 Lavian Brandy and it'll get fixed in the morning".
Alien swore.
Cmdr Alien was now realising that fixing a ship was proving harder than she thought it would be. Alien had no idea why the main engine wouldn't turn over. Alien tugged on a cable hard.
The Hutton Mug community goal would have to wait, if Alien's ship couldn't be repaired in time, she'd not have to make the 90 minute tortuous journey.
The mechanic came along at that moment "It would seem the main power cable is broken" Alien said.
The mechanic sucked at his teeth, "That'll be 20 Lavian Brandy and it'll get fixed in the morning".
Alien swore.
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Community own goal
The urgent message had been a garbled instruction to get in on the latest community goal. A chance for a new rare and a huge reward. Scrap to Hutton with a deadline of 09:00 TODAY!
His fingers flew over the navigation computer. Over 200 light years. He could make it.
He quickly filled the hold with scrap.
Launch, and jump, and jump and jump and jump.....
In system at last, he watched anxiously as the distance ticked down.
Docking granted, 2 minutes to go.
Into the landing pad 1 minute left.
The comms crackled into life.
"Welcome to Hutton Beacon"
The urgent message had been a garbled instruction to get in on the latest community goal. A chance for a new rare and a huge reward. Scrap to Hutton with a deadline of 09:00 TODAY!
His fingers flew over the navigation computer. Over 200 light years. He could make it.
He quickly filled the hold with scrap.
Launch, and jump, and jump and jump and jump.....
In system at last, he watched anxiously as the distance ticked down.
Docking granted, 2 minutes to go.
Into the landing pad 1 minute left.
The comms crackled into life.
"Welcome to Hutton Beacon"
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Napier's Bones
"What about the Fuel Rats?"
The old codger shook his head no, "Whatever it was took out the superluminal communications as well. I'm sending a radio message as strong as I can, but it's doubtful anyone will hear it.
We're still heading towards Hutton at the same speed, it's just that the distances have become.. 'normal'. It's going to take us..."
He didn't hurry the calculation. He had plenty of time to perform it. He hunched over his sliderule and pulled along the centre section with his bony fingers. No need to move the cursor for ballpark figures, "...200,000 years."
"What about the Fuel Rats?"
The old codger shook his head no, "Whatever it was took out the superluminal communications as well. I'm sending a radio message as strong as I can, but it's doubtful anyone will hear it.
We're still heading towards Hutton at the same speed, it's just that the distances have become.. 'normal'. It's going to take us..."
He didn't hurry the calculation. He had plenty of time to perform it. He hunched over his sliderule and pulled along the centre section with his bony fingers. No need to move the cursor for ballpark figures, "...200,000 years."
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