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Entarius Fusion

Entarius Fusion
I have 3 Drabbles for you Guys

Climbing the ladder

Cleaning Cleaning and more cleaning, this is the way it has been for the last five years, he had worked his way from the cargo racks to the kitchen and now finallt to the captains quarters.
"Loan Polycrib, report to the cockpit there has been a spillage and it needs cleaning up!"
This was it! this was his time to shine! he almost floated into the cockpit and thats when his smile dropped. There was the captain holding the head of his father. "He couldnt clean the brown stain from my Chair, i hope you'll have better luck! or else!

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Brown Town

Cleaning Cleaning and more cleaning this is how it has been for the last five years, a small mistake had meant that his whole family had been sold into slavery. His Wife Weeva, and his son Loan. Weeva cooked the meals for the Glutinous Commander of this ship, Commander Psymoof. cleaning up after him was challenging. Weeva had cooked him a Vindaloo and the Commander didnt make it to the toilet... now the cleaning of the stain on the commanders chair was his problem. over an hour and it hadnt come out , Psymoof raged and then everything went black

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the way to a mans heart....

Cooking cooking and more cooking this is how its been for the last 20 years, if it wasn't cooking for the Hunky Commander Psymoof it was cooking for his oaf of a husband and her dope of a son. being locked in the kitchen gives her time to dream of her and Psymoof going off together. his temper was a problem but maybe she could kill two dodo's with one curry, if psymoof's laziness was stronger than his bowels it would give the oaf something to clean up with any luck the rage may get them both flogged and spaced.
 
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insanephoton

insanephoton
Field Promotion

I always dreamt of having my own command , but not this way. Amid the chaos, the empty captain's chair sits serenely. It seems to beckon me to take control. I hesitate, it doesn't seem right. It almost feels like I'm betraying the captain, but she is long past caring. She wasn't just my captain, she was my mentor and my friend.
The railgun slug struck her quarters, she never stood a chance. Neither will the rest of us if no one takes control to escape the ambush. I'll grieve for her later. Right now my duty is to the living
 

Erik Marcaigh

Erik Marcaigh
Zombehz

She whispered, "Computer, reduce volume to zero point five out of ten."

"Confirmed, volume check. Is this acceptable, Commander?"

"Yes. Report status of crew."

"Crew shows no life signs, but are ambulatory and violent. Unknown pathogen appears on their medical scans. Yours are clear."

There was a wheezing and scraping of feet outside the door. She waited as it receded, looking down at the toilet... her new Captain's chair.

"What if we open airlocks and blow them out?"

"Acceptable. But the contents of the septic tank will also be forced up into the lavatory due to the vacuum."

"Well, sheepdip."
 
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Splendour

Splendour
The Promised Land

The end times were upon them, the Journey would soon end and they would be delivered to the Promised Land.

Frank knew it to be true, he had heard the proclamation of the Archangel Verity, they all had, but only he had truly understood the full import of her resounding words.

Blood spurted as his spear impaled the twitching Engineer and he yelled a savage war cry. To long had they suffered the tyranny of Hydroponics. The Captain’s Chair and the paradise of the Promised Land would be his, even if he had to paint every chamber and hatchway red.
 

Frank

Frank
The Throne of Damocles

"All the officers are ill. You're the highest in command."

I regarded the captain's chair with trepidation. Nobody blinked an eyelid as I sat down. With so many of us incapacitated, I needed to get the ship to a military...

"Scanner contacts, Sir!.. All wanted!"

"Mr Seeyoo, take us closer to them. Show them the size of a capital ship.
Miss Urghhurghurrrgh, tell them to surrender. Act like you're not bothered how they respond."

The fight would be fairer than the pirates realised. I was risking my fellow crewmates for the lives of countless civilians.

The captain's chair felt... uncomfortable.
 
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Ventura_

Ventura_
Ventura_ - Mostly Wanted

On the other side of the Station, Matt sat in his ships, Captain’s Chair thinking of his day and feeling sorry for his ship, due to the amount of battle scares and dents it collected over time.

He was thinking of scrapping her, but Chafing paid for the repairs. “I will thank him later“, Matt thought to himself.

“Breaking News, D*** Chafing has been Murdered” appeared on the ships monitors.

Matt’s body went into a cold sweat and his brain went into freefall, he saw a picture of himself appear, with the word “Wanted”, Matt Said “Oh Sh**, not again”.
 
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Darkoba

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Figments of God's imagination?

He'd programmed the ship to wake him every century, while auto-refueling and heading ever outwards towards the "BOSS-Great-Wall" discovered back in the 21st century.

"BGW" images had reminded him of synaptic patterns; curiosity had driven him.

Microscopic metallic dust glitched the stasis-program; he'd slept several million years away, reaching, penetrating and leaving behind the billion-light-years-diameter dome-shaped BGW.

Outside the BGW, physical laws had changed; he was many billions of light-years beyond the gargantuan dome.

Now finally awoken, he looked back.

A huge figure, seated on a throne, apparently in a blissful state of contemplative meditation, drifted alone in The Void.
 

Edith_The_Hutt

Edith_The_Hutt
Two Point Three

"Power use at seventy three percent Commander"
"All weapons fully loaded and report ready Commander"
"Sensors show we have a clear exit corridor Commander"
For eighteen months this room had been my home, my sanctuary, my prison cell. I had piloted my Anaconda in hermit-like isolation, plying my trade as a solitary commander from a single seat on the bridge.
Now I had a crew, three people under my command, we had changed no modules, but the ship felt different, reborn.
"Let's get underway"
I sat at my station, no longer the pilot's seat, it had become the Captain's Chair.
 

Erik Marcaigh

Erik Marcaigh
We've got 16 drabbles in so far!

01 - Simoof - Does my ship look big to you?
02 - FelixBast - The Chair
03 - moose666 - Jobbie's a good'un
04 - RoyalHankey - How to lose the Captains Chair
05 - cleonymus - Salvage
06 - Listeri69 - What's that I didn't quite catch that?
07 - Psykokow - Hoof Hearted
08 - Galactic Midden - THE Captain's Chair
09 - Entarius Fusion - Climbing the ladder
10 - insanephoton - Field Promotion
11 - Erik Marcaigh - Zombehz
12 - Splendour - The Promised Land
13 - Frank - The Throne of Damocles
14 - Ventura_ - Mostly Wanted
15 - Darkoba - Figments of God's imagination?
16 - Edith_The_Hutt - Two Point Three


I'm hosting the poll this week. No client meetings today, except for one in about 30 minutes. So I've got plenty of time to get it* together.
 
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Galactic Midden

Galactic Midden
16 entries. Not bad, but we can do better as there's room for 4 more. So anyone else out there fancy have a go displacing Psykokow from the Captain's Chair all you have to do is post here a 100 word story related to "The Captain's Chair" and set in the Elite Dangerous universe. We'll take anyone, as you can see from the list of entries above ;)

Best of luck all. Especially Erik, don't be making any mistakes putting up the poll now.
 

Yaffle

Volunteer Moderator
Yaffle
I had no muse this week. I even tried to work a drabble around a bar called the captain's chair. I failed. It was bad, and I feel bad.
 

Galactic Midden

Galactic Midden
Yaffle said:
I had no muse this week. I even tried to work a drabble around a bar called the captain's chair. I failed. It was bad, and I feel bad.
Click to expand...

ha, I tried writing one featuring a Woopie Goldberg like character who got sat on and let out a whisper. It's currently residing somewhere in the depths of Winnard's Hoel
 

psykokow

psykokow
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 Splendour with a speldificous splendourous drabble and a new topic for this week.. This week's topic is........

"Waypoint"

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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)
Http://twitch.tv/psykokow (VIDEO)
http://laveradio.com/live (Audio Only)
http://huttonorbital.com/ (Audio Only)

Past Broadcasts are available to watch from
http://abrakadrabble.com/category/drabble-podcast/
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?lis...a4eBPOehkU6JhV
OR Audio Versions available on
Itunes https://itunes.apple.com/ms/podcast/abraka-drabble
and
http://abrakadrabble.com/category/drabble-podcast/
 

Simoof

Simoof
Fried Chicken with that?

Commander Phrogsh-Agger seemed flustered.
"But I have no waypoints set!" he spluttered over his comms, frantically fussing over his console.
"LOWER YOUR WAYPOINTS!" the comms shouted back impatiently.
"I DONT UNDERSTAND!" Phrogsh-Agger looked out his cockpit at the large intimidating pirate ship.
"THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE."
Phrogsh-Agger sat back in his chair and smirked as his ship opened fire.
The pirate ship lost all power.
Phrogsh-Agger spoke softly "Return my cargo and I shall return your power. I guess you have a few minutes of air remaining"
To himself Phrogsh-Agger muttered "How d'you like em 'waypoints' ya southern barstewards"
 
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