Community Event / Creation Abraka Drabble The Old Official Drabble THIS IS AN EX THREAD IT IS DEADED

[Ian Phillips]

Combat: I don't want the prize....

Everyone will tell you their story.

About how their pursuer (or prey) slammed into an asteroid whilst manouvering too hard. Or the lucky shot that took out a weapon hard point. Or how they completely surprised a mark by shutting all systems down and hiding on an asteroid.

Nobody is going to tell you about the reality of combat really. Sweaty palms. Fast breathing. Neck pains from hunching up. Flashes seen from the corner of your eye. Guessing when to fire the laser.

Exhilaration at killing the other ship and surviving for one more day.

The need for a clean onesie.

 

[Ian Phillips]

Can't seem to edit my last post....this is 100 words

Everyone will tell you their story.

About how their pursuer (or prey) slammed into an asteroid whilst manouvering too hard. Or the lucky shot that took out a weapon hard point. Or how they completely surprised a mark by shutting all systems down and hiding on an asteroid.

Nobody is going to tell you about the reality of combat. Sweaty palms. Fast breathing. Neck pains from hunching up. Flashes seen from the corner of your eye. Guessing when to fire the laser.

Exhilaration at killing the other ship and surviving for one more day.

The need for a clean onesie.

 

[Zplintz]

I cannot find the delete option for this post.....

 

[OneViGOR]

Winners?

I don't know about the rest of you, but as this thread is moving along fairly slowly now, and since we've got such an amazing prize lined up (courtesy of psykokow), and also due to the fact that is has now been a week since the previous winner was chosen, I think it seems right that we move the themes along again and pick a winner. If you guys agree, we should compile a new list of entries, and get the voting under way.

What say you?

 

[Frank]

The Handkerchief Hits the Tarmac

That's the poll set up ready for you votes

and the link to the poll is here

$

 

[OneViGOR]

Excellent! Good luck, everyone! And, whoever wins, enjoy your new onesie

 

[Frank]

Some slightly bad news about the prize of Psykokow's onesie. Don't worry you will still get it, but it won't be washed.

And you'll have to peel it off him after you've caught him as well.

 

[OneViGOR]

Where has the fascination of onesies come from on this forum? I mean, sure, they're kinda cool and extremely cosy (when thoroughly cleaned!), but they're cropping up everywhere!!

 

[psykokow]

It is reccomended wear for zero G space flight.. no flashy flappy bits to float in your way..
If you want to win combat without clothing issues, forget copious amounts of starch... Onesie all the way..

I have mine, Bruce has his.. and you would all be wise to follow suit.

In the long run... we will prevail.

 

[Frank]

Look OneViGOR! That's psykokow talking to you now, Get'em quick! I know the poll isn't over yet, but you are in the lead. This might be your best opportunity to catch him and get his onesie off him.

 

[OneViGOR]

Damn! That onesie is so filthy it's like superglue to his skin . I might be able to get it off, but not in one piece. Next time, I'll prepare myself with a pen knife: I'll have to cut it off! That said, are you sure he's wearing anything else? I mean, underneath the onesie?

 

[psykokow]

"Eeeeek" squealed psykokow.. and he took off on the foot..

 

[Ian Phillips]

And the subject for the next drabble contest is: 'Maintenance'.

 

[Minti2]

So, is that people with high Maintenance, As I can think of a few on here

Hopefully I can write one before this one closes.

 

[Perseus]

How much?!

The chief dock-jock scratched his chin, then his forehead before sliding his hand over his bald crown and rapidly rubbed the back of his neck. His mouth was fixed in a flat grin that could have been either pain or mirth. It was a time honoured posture of exploitation dating back to the first wheeled wagons. He sucked air through clenched teeth and squinted.
“8,000 credits, all in. These Couriers, nice lookin ships but the drives’ more arty-farty than a Uranian pillow-pounder. Needs servicing more often too.”
“And the warranty?" I sighed
The techy shrugged, smiling sincerely “Useless here, skipper.”

 

[Darren Grey]

And the subject for the next drabble contest is: 'Maintenance'.

Cool - when's the deadline?

 

[Cathy]

Maintenance

"You forgot!"

"Hmm?" Larry peered over his cornflake mix, mouth still sealed around the tube.

"You forgot, didn’t you?"

Larry sucked slowly. Frank seemed agitated – scared even – clumping towards him down the cramped corridor, his fists hitting bulkheads as he fought zero-g. Was Frank trying to run?

"It was your turn!"

Larry frowned. Suck... chew… swallow. He blinked up at his business partner. It wasn’t like Frank to yell. He glanced around the cockpit for inspiration. He got nothing.

"To what?"

“To replace the seals on the bio-waste containment. Now there’s six weeks’ worth of crap sailing our way."

 

[Sir.Tj]

"You forgot!"

"Hmm?" Larry peered over his cornflake mix, mouth still sealed around the tube.

"You forgot, didn’t you?"

Larry sucked slowly. Frank seemed agitated – scared even – clumping towards him down the cramped corridor, his fists hitting bulkheads as he fought zero-g. Was Frank trying to run?

"It was your turn!"

Larry frowned. Suck... chew… swallow. He blinked up at his business partner. It wasn’t like Frank to yell. He glanced around the cockpit for inspiration. He got nothing.

"To what?"

“To replace the seals on the bio-waste containment. Now there’s six weeks’ worth of crap sailing our way."

Liking this one a lot

 

[Caribou]

"You forgot!"

"Hmm?" Larry peered over his cornflake mix, mouth still sealed around the tube.

"You forgot, didn’t you?"

Larry sucked slowly. Frank seemed agitated – scared even – clumping towards him down the cramped corridor, his fists hitting bulkheads as he fought zero-g. Was Frank trying to run?

"It was your turn!"

Larry frowned. Suck... chew… swallow. He blinked up at his business partner. It wasn’t like Frank to yell. He glanced around the cockpit for inspiration. He got nothing.

"To what?"

“To replace the seals on the bio-waste containment. Now there’s six weeks’ worth of crap sailing our way."

Love it

 

[Darren Grey]

Maintenance: A Hard Life

Ain’t easy bein’ a techie. Some think this job’s a doddle, but short of wiping a Thargoid’s a*se for a living there ain’t a job in the galaxy worse than mine.

Don’t believe me? Well, you try laser-searing hull plates on the station’s rim, centripetal force pulling you off as your mag-boots slip on coolant oil. You have fun scraping the stains off the station windows from some dumb pilot couldn’t dock properly!

Barely got time for a cuppa some days. I tell ya--

“Second Technician, please report to the refectory. The vending machine is broken.”

Oh hell, not again…