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You can't spell "Your Extrajudicial Punishment" without "Sexy Dom"


"Please miss! M'lady! I'm a member of the peerage... you can't... MY SHIP!"

I smirked and waved to Jess in the crane, then to the Imperial Courier. She gave a thumbs up and blew me a kiss. "Our ship now."

The claw slammed into the hull as Jess started turning millions of credits into compacted scrap. He whimpered. We laughed.

It always gave me freefall butterflies in the stomach to watch Jess work. We lived for these moments, and the more expensive the better.

"You thought your title would protect you if you played pirate. I guess not. Too bad."
 
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They raced to the tip of the summit, SRVs bouncing and jetting along. Commander Erik Marcaigh was filming the race from above, nestled cozily in his Cobra Mk III.


Psykokow's SRV plowed into the side of Simoof's, sending him off the side of the cliff for yet another death. Seconds later, Futuristic Kung Fu bumped Kow's SRV just enough that he fell to the same doom.


The three remaining SRVs, guided by FKF's superior skills, formed a tower. FKF sent Galactic Midden flying in to the air, causing Erik Marcaigh to crash from the confusion. Descending shrapnel regrettably destroyed MrMogadon.

Erik's I found strangely appealing. Your entry, not so much. :)
 
Kurrd's Perturbed. Will Abigail Prevail?

Abigail stood by the jail cell door, "What d'ya say, we've always loved a good scrapping".

"You're off your rocker! It was your stupid idea got us into this mess" spat Kurrd.

"C'mon Kurrd, you heard the guard. It's the arena or life"

Kurrd, mulled this over. "OK, explain it to me again. I don't know this Arena thing".

"I'm sure it's like the Reorte gladiatorial fighting. You know, all lubed up with mud and oil", Abigail winked.

The guard returned. "Ready?" The smugglers followed.

Mortified at the sight of the combat ships Kurrd cried, "it's a bleedin' CQC free-4-all!".
 
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01 - moose666 - No scrapping in the bar
02 - Yaffle - What a heap of junk
03 - Edith_The_Hutt - A Crushing Defeat
04 - MrMogadon - Space Vignette
05 - cleonymus - Reality check
06 - Frank - Cry for help
07 - FelixBast - Free falling scrap
08 - Erik Marcaigh - King of the Hill
09 - Splendour - Orbital Aquisition
10 - Simoof - Jerry Small and the Hearth Brokers
11 - Futuristic Kung Fu - Dethroned
12 - CMDR Kyle Donovan - You can't spell "Your Extrajudicial Punishment" without "Sexy Dom"
13 - Galactic Midden - Kurrd's Perturbed. Will Abigail Prevail?

There's still a whole day for more Drabbles to come in. This is usually when the folks who've been pondering the topics for several days swoops in with some amazing Drabbles to steal the contest. You'll have your work cut out to do that. At the risk of sounding like Young Mr Grace, you've all done very very well.

Professor Yaffle mentioned that voting for him was a conspiracy to make him write another Drabble. He might be right. The reason I vote for the Drabbles I like is so that they'd be encouraged to enter the next week. This week I wish I could cast twelve votes.

Seven slots still to fill.... Get to it!
 
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Come on, I said "REGRETTABLY".​I didn't mean it though, I just needed one more word.[yesnod]

Is that all the gratitude I get for saving you from a grizzly death of being burned alive whilst trapped within the twisted metal cage of your ruined SRV. Impaled on a jagged support strut.
Unable to get out because your arms were broken and fractured as your vehicle plummeted, bouncing and careening down the rocky hillside.
Is that all I get - tragically killed by falling debris?

It is. Okay, I was just checking.
 
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Is that all the gratitude I get for saving you from a grizzly death of being burned alive whilst trapped within the twisted metal cage of your ruined SRV. Impaled on a jagged supporting strut.
Unable to get out because your arms were broken and fractured as your vehicle plummeted, bouncing and careening down the rocky hillside.
Is that all I get - tragically killed by falling debris.

It is. Okay, I was just checking.

I'm glad we settled that because I'm pretty sure I won the contest whilst you were all scrapping with each other in freefall mode.
 
Edith, look out over in that direction for a while. Don't pay any attention to the heaving and grunting noises, and the sound of a heavy piece of iron scraping along a concrete path.


Oh boy oh boy oh boy!This is gonna be good :D Frank always goes the extra mile with his "special surprises"...
 
I'm glad we settled that because I'm pretty sure I won the contest whilst you were all scrapping with each other in freefall mode.


That might be true if my drabble were named "Race to the Top of the Summit", but instead it was named "King of the Hill".

And for those who have played King of the Hill, we all know that it's usually not the first one to the top who is the ultimate winner.

In fact, by being the pioneer and then perching himself precariously upon the precipice of a prestigious drop, dear Cmdr Midden rather pathetically precluded himself to a rather pulverizing and paralyzing pitfall that I am sure, if he had the prophecy to pull from, would have procrastinated a bit on his passage up to the peak.
 
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I'm glad we settled that because I'm pretty sure I won the contest whilst you were all scrapping with each other in freefall mode.
Where did you get your signature from?

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Edith, look out over in that direction for a while. Don't pay any attention to the heaving and grunting noises, and the sound of a heavy piece of iron scraping along a concrete path.
You should not use iron for nipple piercings Frank...
 
The Moist Ooze.

Psykokow regretted the decision to dive immediately, the ooze was getting inside him along with a few solids.
The station was in free-fall now only a matter of minutes before it splatted into Eden like a shart filled paintball.
Psykokow gasped for air as he pulled himself off into bay two and into the waiting pink orca..
A wave of ooze narrowly missed him as it splashed his undercarriage.
The station still wasn't letting it's pray go easily and neither was the frog..
It took some time but eventually he tugged the frog off, scrapping himself badly in the process.
 
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It's a long shot... but it might.. just... work

Where did you get your signature from?
You're looking at a piece of history there. That was the poster that Frontier Developments were kind enough to give us at the first ever Elite Meet.

You should not use iron for nipple piercings Frank...

Simoof, you see that thing on the horizon? I want you to keep staring in that direction while I just nip behind you. Just keep staring in that direction and ignore the noise of.. erm.. a frail old man taking off his cardigan and the sound of two very heavy nipple piercings whooshing towards the back of your head in an attempt to reset your memory and get you to vote for the correct Drabble.
 
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That might be true if my drabble were named "Race to the Top of the Summit", but instead it was named "King of the Hill".

And for those who have played King of the Hill, we all know that it's usually not the first one to the top who is the ultimate winner.

In fact, by being the pioneer and then perching himself precariously upon the precipice of a prestigious drop, dear Cmdr Midden rather pathetically precluded himself to a rather pulverizing and paralyzing pitfall that I am sure, if he had the prophecy to pull from, would have procrastinated a bit on his passage up to the peak.

Does anyone know of any moons that have a hill suitable for a game of "King of the Hill"? It would be fun for all us Drabblers to get in our buggies and play out Erik's scenario to see how it would actually play out. Buggies only cost 1000 credits to blow up. We'd have to pick our rendezvous time carefully. Erik has the audacity to live in a location on the world that takes a little longer for his evenings to rotate into.
 
Does anyone know of any moons that have a hill suitable for a game of "King of the Hill"? It would be fun for all us Drabblers to get in our buggies and play out Erik's scenario to see how it would actually play out. Buggies only cost 1000 credits to blow up. We'd have to pick our rendezvous time carefully. Erik has the audacity to live in a location on the world that takes a little longer for his evenings to rotate into.

Given Erik's current workload we might have to rendezvous in May. Of course knowing how unskilled he is we could play sooner as he'd only have to give a couple of minutes.

So, should we have a bash at EliteMeet on 1st or 2nd April?
 
If Erik just showed the game to his clients I'm sure he could get them to play along as well <grin>

Some sort of buggy demolition derby for the Elite Meet sounds like a great idea.
 
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If Erik just showed the game to his clients I'm sure he could get them to play along as well <grin>

Some sort of buggy demolition derby for the Elite Meet sounds like a great idea.

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If Erik just showed the game to his clients I'm sure he could get them to play along as well <grin>

Some sort of buggy demolition derby for the Elite Meet sounds like a great idea.

Frank, take one of your pills... you're starting to repeat yourself - again :D

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Given Erik's current workload we might have to rendezvous in May. Of course knowing how unskilled he is we could play sooner as he'd only have to give a couple of minutes.

So, should we have a bash at EliteMeet on 1st or 2nd April?

Sounds like a grand idea. I just hope I can get space-borne by then. What with health, exploding systems, bathrooms from hell, house-boat maintenance and life in general getting in the way, I'm still not out of my space-nappies :(
 
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