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Gravity : A force for good or evil.

High above the planet a ship dropped into normal space. Briefly it adjusted it's attitude as if searching for something and then entered a steep dive towards the surface. A stream of smaller objects appeared behind the ship. A scan would have revealed them to be canisters of scrap. The ship then boosted and jumped away.


During their brief time in freefall the canisters reached a tremendous speed, With no atmosphere to slow them, their impact would be devastating.


.This was the first act of the revolution. Many hard battles would lay ahead before the criminal oppressors were finally overthrown
 
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?
14 - Listeri69 - The Moist Ooze.
15 - insanephoton - Gravity : A force for good or evil.


Only 15 entries and only half an hour to go before the deadline. I expect you lot to get in another 5 entries before that deadline is up.
 
See Frank [corrobr corobbat] someone else backs up my story.

I'm not the only survivor. I can live and dare I say it, love again.

Glad you made it FKF, have some Rep.

PS
As an aside, can you do strikethrough on this forum and if so how?

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I've just checked with Mrs Mog and apparently living is about as good as it's going to get.

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For strikethrough it's [/ s] without the space, or the red circle with a bar through it.


Midden, thanks very much for your edit. Glad to see your penchant for fruit abuse remains unabated.

FKF, thanks for the actual tags. Strangely, in my browser, the circle is greyed out.
I'm sure I tried using them just after you replied with no effect, but now it appears to work correctly - maybe I mispelled 's'?

Thanks to you both for your help.
 
I'm particularly pleased with this week's erection. Only 15 Drabbles in size but what's there is very well made. I urge everyone to have a go and look at it.

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I'm particularly pleased with this week's erection. Only 15 Drabbles in size but what's there is very well made. I urge everyone to have a go and look at it.
Stop repeating yourself Frank!;)
 
Welcome to another week of Abraka Drabble, the weekly drabble competition where we invite you all to submit your drabbles, what's a drabble ?

A drabble is a short story of exactly 100 words (Excluding Title) and for the purpose of this competition it is set in the elite : Dangerous universe and to fit the theme picked by the previous weeks winner.

Last week's drabble was won by Simoof. Yeah, blows my mind too. But that means he gets to choose this week's topic, which is........

"The Captain's Chair"

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Now we do have some rules...

1. Drabbles must be 100 words exactly (Excluding the title)
2. Over-use of-hyphens-to keep your word-count at 100 is very amusing but frowned upon.
3. Keep it as clean as you can to suit the family forum rules here, so no frogs attached to anatomical parts
4. Only the first 20 entries are guaranteed a place in the weekly poll
5. 1 entry each, you may write as many drabbles as you want, but it is assumed that your first drabble is your chosen entry unless otherwise advised. But please mark Drabbles that you don't want entered as such
6. If your drabble is under or over 100 words you will have a chance to correct it before the poll is erected, at this point, your drabble may be DQ'd if other drabbles are available to take its place.
7. Drabbles must be set in the Elite Dangerous universe (as loosely as you care to make it)
8. It should try to meet the theme in some arguable way.
9. If there is more than one theme you must match at least one, but can gain extra votes if you meet more.
10. It's all for a bit of fun, so enjoy yourself... Enjoyment is mandatory!

Sometimes it's difficult to know what constitutes exactly 100 words. Out arbiter is
www.wordcounter.net
It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong. Its count is the law.

So submit your drabbles in reply to this thread, and the first 20 will be guaranteed entry into this weeks poll, and read out on our live Show Friday night.
Entries close at Random O'clock on Thursday evening (or sometimes if we have 20 entries earlier). All Drabbles submitted up to Friday Afternoon will have a good chance of being read out on the live Drabble readiing show.


The Weekly Drabble show is available in different ways
Live shows Friday's 19:00 GMT - 20:00 GMT (approximately)
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Past Broadcasts are available to watch from
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Does my ship look big too you?

Alone. Always alone.
The commander prowled around his large new shiny ship.
It was as big as some of the original space stations he had heard of in his grandfathers stories.
Large gun arrays, cargo space vast enough to make a years wage in one transaction, small robots that could mine or gather cargo. Even space for SRV's.
It took the best part of an hour to inspect each hold and station.
He stepped forward and smiled. His hands touched his old familiar leather chair. All of that controlled from this one single solitary station.
So why the other seats?
 
The Chair

This was the Captain’s chair. The seat of power. From here the Captain made all the choices that determined a ships course and its crew’s fate.
Any good Captain could read their crew and knew when a ship’s company had reached its breaking point.
Just like the sea farers of old Earth, they would know which way the wind blew.
An incompetent Captain would take them for granted. Wouldn't see the resentment and mutiny in the eyes of the crew.
The first mate thought about all of these things, as others removed the dead body.
The Captain’s chair stood empty.
 
Jobbie's a good 'un

"Ah, Lieutenant, I have another complaint about Midshipman Stevens"
*Sigh* "What now?"
"It seems that, during last nights frivolities, he dropped a fake turd on the captain's chair."
"What, you mean a plastic one?"
"No, this one was made up mostly from crushed gingernuts and coconut oil, because this morning, he proceeded to taste
it infront of the bridge crew and declare it 'a bit nutty'. This caused Lieutenant Bisset to vomit all over the sensor console"
"Ah."
"I trust you'll be dealing with the matter appropriately?"
"He'll be painting vultures for the next week sir."
"Good, see yourself out."
 
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Title:- How to lose the Captains Chair

Enterprise NCC1701A suddenly appeared before a Galaxy class starship named Enterprise NCC1701D.
Picard opened communication channels with the other enterprise stating this is Captain Jan-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise, can we assist as there seems to be a malfunction in our warp drives here.
Kirk says how come there is 2 Enterprises here.
Picard said there are Cutters, Anacondas, Fer-de-Lances, Pythons and even a corvet here, we must of made a mistake, as we seem to be in the elite dangerous universe.
When we get back to our own universe we will be lucky if we keep our chairs.

(P.S- cant be at show Friday sorry but will watch it on youtube)
 
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Salvage

The cobra prowled the debris cloud, sensors active.
These pirates rarely left anything of real value, but you could never be sure.
The search pattern was almost complete when another object filled the display. Salvageable wreckage could describe anything. The cobra turned to give a better view. A chair filled the viewport, wires drifting from the base where it had been ripped from the control systems. A modern high spec model, well worth the effort of collection.
The chair turned slowly revealing the the dull leather upholstery, the thrust control, the joystick, and the grim final smile of the captain.
 
What's that I didn't quite catch that?

Psykokow sat in his plush pink captains chair, He watched as the station burned up in the atmosphere casually picking bits of frog out of his behind.
What now he thought, he flicked through the radio stations, he sat back as his favourite ASMR artist came on the air.
He felt a tingle as the sensual whispers did their work.
Psykokow didn't notice the interdiction warning at first. he noticed when his shields were at 20% alarms blaring...
'Cargo or die' came the message.
'But I don't have any cargo'
'Then die scum'
Psykokow panicked, turning the pink chair brown....
 
Hoof Hearted

“Commander Hoof I expect?”
The commander tied in his chair, complained very quietly behind his gag, it seemed soothing to his captor.
“Good, I have a message for you, from all the crew at Wolfberg”
He unrolled a parchment that held a very sharp knife within.
“For your undermining actions on our system, we find you guilty as charged”
He smiled, savouring the fear in Hoof’s eyes.
“The sentence is death, and the punishement will be befitting the heartless nature of your crimes”
The captor cut deeply into Hoof’s chest, spraying out hot steam and then removed his beating heart.
 
Title:- How to lose the Captains Chair

Enterprise NCC1701A suddenly appeared before a Galaxy class starship named Enterprise NCC1701D.
Picard opened communication channels with the other enterprise stating this is Captain Jan-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise can we assist as there seems to be a malfunction in our warp drives here.
Kirk says how come there is 2 Enterprises here.
Picard said there are Cutters, Anacondas, Fer-de-Lances, Pythons and even a corvet here, we must of made a mistake as we seem to be in the elite dangerous universe,
When we get back to our own universe we will be lucky if we keep our chairs.

(P.S- cant be at show Friday sorry but will watch it on youtube)
The lack of punctuation is rather disturbing.
 
THE Captain's Chair

Markus was ready to pledge to the path. He longed to have met it's owner, the trailblazer to the historic path he now wanted. Here it was in the museum of Lave, sat upon a dais, it's cushion still holding twin concaves of history. Once with slight sheen of moist escape and faint fragrance smarting the eyes, now only a plaque remained. In memoriam the chair rested.

"Here slumped Cmdr Jameson, such presence he had, such love of Lavian Tree Grubs that even now he leaves an impression".

Markus screwed up his features and decided to become a Hutton Trucker.
 
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