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COMBAT: One Helluva Sling
The pirates laugh at the tiny ship opposite their Goliath of a space galleon. With a casual wave of his hand the captain says “swat him”.
The rising tone of their spooling obliterator cannon reverberates throughout the hull before spitting its deadly photon pulses. Pew pew pew.
The oblate spheroid protecting the small ship barely acknowledges this volley. And the tiny craft reluctantly responds.
The pirates are blinded by the column of pure white light pouring from the front of their adversary. The minuscule spacecraft looks like the hilt of a laser sword whose blade is now swinging towards them.
The pirates laugh at the tiny ship opposite their Goliath of a space galleon. With a casual wave of his hand the captain says “swat him”.
The rising tone of their spooling obliterator cannon reverberates throughout the hull before spitting its deadly photon pulses. Pew pew pew.
The oblate spheroid protecting the small ship barely acknowledges this volley. And the tiny craft reluctantly responds.
The pirates are blinded by the column of pure white light pouring from the front of their adversary. The minuscule spacecraft looks like the hilt of a laser sword whose blade is now swinging towards them.
Combat Challenge: Desire
I want you. So long I watched you from afar, before I was released, letting me fly towards you. I want you to be mine.
You try to dodge, to shield, but it’s in vain. I’m getting closer.
I don’t just want to be close to you. I want to touch you, to feel your skin. I want to fold you open and push my head deep inside you, and to release a blossom of colour and majesty, lighting up the sky like fireworks.
I am a NN500 navy grade missile, and I want you. And I will have you.
I want you. So long I watched you from afar, before I was released, letting me fly towards you. I want you to be mine.
You try to dodge, to shield, but it’s in vain. I’m getting closer.
I don’t just want to be close to you. I want to touch you, to feel your skin. I want to fold you open and push my head deep inside you, and to release a blossom of colour and majesty, lighting up the sky like fireworks.
I am a NN500 navy grade missile, and I want you. And I will have you.
Maneuvers, an Elite: Dangerous drabble by James Vigor
Combat challenge (forgot to include this in the title!):
Deftly, he flies among the rocks. Perfectly, he times his turns. Agile, he is, but foolish. He's banking, yawing, rolling, all in perfect unison with the rocks that peacefully glide through our raging battle.
I struggle to get a shot off; it's far too crowded to aim and missile homing doesn't have a chance here. All I have to rely on is his inability to endure this.
But then, a stroke of luck, a lapse of concentration, a miscalculation. His wing grinds along a hunk of ice. He tumbles, losing his delicate control, and spins into my line of fire.
Combat challenge (forgot to include this in the title!):
Deftly, he flies among the rocks. Perfectly, he times his turns. Agile, he is, but foolish. He's banking, yawing, rolling, all in perfect unison with the rocks that peacefully glide through our raging battle.
I struggle to get a shot off; it's far too crowded to aim and missile homing doesn't have a chance here. All I have to rely on is his inability to endure this.
But then, a stroke of luck, a lapse of concentration, a miscalculation. His wing grinds along a hunk of ice. He tumbles, losing his delicate control, and spins into my line of fire.
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Well this thread has slowed up quite a bit. Unless anyone has any objections, I propose we set the deadline for any more Combat drabble entries to Friday. That should light a fire under anyone who has a half-baked drabble they want to submit.
A wee question for you OneViGOR.. do you want to want to enter both drabbles to double your chances of winning, or would you prefer to enter just the one so you don't split your vote?
A wee question for you OneViGOR.. do you want to want to enter both drabbles to double your chances of winning, or would you prefer to enter just the one so you don't split your vote?
Maybe we should amalgamate votes by person? Encourages people to write more drabbles, which is all good
The attacker's ship sat in the blackness of space waiting like a snake ready to strike at its prey. A smile crept across my face. The red button! All I needed was to make the ship go fast in their direction lasers blasting.
My hand hovered over the button marked experimental injection boosters. Written on a scrap of paper underneath were the words “Don’t press unless in deeeeep trouble, we haven’t tested it!!” My ship was fitted with a MK4 Military drive and many deadly extras.
I took a wild stab in the dark and guessed this would be interesting.
My hand hovered over the button marked experimental injection boosters. Written on a scrap of paper underneath were the words “Don’t press unless in deeeeep trouble, we haven’t tested it!!” My ship was fitted with a MK4 Military drive and many deadly extras.
I took a wild stab in the dark and guessed this would be interesting.
Hard to read when you set the text colour to black :/ Also, isn't sticking words together cheating?
Hard to read when you set the text colour to black :/ Also, isn't sticking words together cheating?
Everytime I copy and paste from word Honestly, I'm not too worried about what people think about my individual stories, although it's always nice to hear. Instead I prefer to know what people think about me as an author. Does that make sense? It would be nice to amalgamate the vote, as Darren Grey said, but if I had to just submit one of the stories, I would submit 'Helpless'.
I didn't write those drabbles just because I wanted to enter the competition, I did it for fun. But, if you can compete at the same time, then why not?
Sounds fine to me. The Prize is one of Psykokow's used onesies. We might even give it a wash before we present it.
Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
I'm not entering this week!
Combat challenge: Survivor...
The inky blackness of the asteroids shadow engulfs the Viper. Lights off, engines off, the hull is almost invisible, the ship is still. “Was that a signal on the scanner or static?” thought Cal. The silence of space, the tight cockpit and the darkness is working against him now. “I must report back to base” he mutters. The wing stumbled upon Liqua as he was stalking an anaconda, fully armed and about to pounce. Liqua had destroyed most of the ships without mercy. Cal had got some good hits, but his shields were down. “I must report back to base”…
The inky blackness of the asteroids shadow engulfs the Viper. Lights off, engines off, the hull is almost invisible, the ship is still. “Was that a signal on the scanner or static?” thought Cal. The silence of space, the tight cockpit and the darkness is working against him now. “I must report back to base” he mutters. The wing stumbled upon Liqua as he was stalking an anaconda, fully armed and about to pounce. Liqua had destroyed most of the ships without mercy. Cal had got some good hits, but his shields were down. “I must report back to base”…
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