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azdour

azdour
Forever Enemies

The sidewinders with different Imperial crests floated head to head in space a few metres apart.

Two families, steeped in history, ready to settle their current dispute.

The ships spun around and flew 100 meters away.

As the count-down reached zero the ships spun to face each other.

The faster ship fired two shots, both at the opponents cockpit.

The first breached the canopy. The second killed the pilot.

Seething with gloating rights, the victorious family noted the score. 2-1 to them.

The families departed, knowing they would return here sooner or later.

You see..... some family feuds never die.
 

CdrTwisted

CdrTwisted
Station security.

I'm the guy -- yeah, THAT guy.

The one who shoots you down at the letterbox at Hart Station if you loiter. If you don't leave quick enough. If you open fire "accidentally". If I don't like the look of your Asp.

My buddy, he's the OTHER guy.

The one who puts up signs tellin' you which pad to land at. Then turns them off as you're figurin' out if it was 21 or 12. Then switches to another pad.

That's why it pays to take out insurance. Leave the credits in the Alioth bank account. You know -- ends with 2-1.
 
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Micky

Micky
NEVER SURRENDER

If you find yourself on LA SOEUR DU DAN HAM, in a room known only as the Snug, then your probably dealing with the Riedquat Mob.

"Look here, theres a Mega fraking Outbreak of 'Everyones Fraked', Double Price or your wife can grow a Parasite ."

Theres Silence, then through the wall from an adjacent room... " 2-1".

They both Look at the wall then each other. The Boss nods at two goons.

... "2-1".

Breaking through the door they see an infected Riedquat couple pulling each others teeth out.

Bang Bang Bang!!!

The goons return with a wide eyed shrug.

................ "3000."
 
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Galactic Midden

Galactic Midden
A deal is struck. A trap is set...

We approach Alioth-2a, a remote rock far from Wicca's World. I'd expected proposals, our Alliance discussions proved successful, but a secretive communiqué...?

{"...Alioth 2-1, must meet, urgent!"}​

"2-1? Something's wrong, Carr return us to Bears Bay!"

Were these high stakes too dangerous? I thought about my daughters, my wife back on Decadencia. "Curse those 'Mals and their egomania" I growled.

"You will secure this deal De'Gal, won't you?" Carr responds.

"Wrong name Carr" I admonish absentmindedly, but he's right, I will see the De'cadents shine once again.

Engaging supercruise Carr relaxes... neither of us noticing the scanner blip tailing behind.
 
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Sir.Tj

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Sir.Tj
Again the competition is hotting up. :D

Remember that the number of entries for the voting is 20 so get yer pens scribbling and yer keyboards tapping.
 

KalRyper

KalRyper
The sum of our part(ner)s

We've been trading partners for close to fifteen years.
"To the end," we agreed and we stuck to it.
My ex-partner lies at a funny angle, against the bulkhead.
The fall broke his neck - after my blaster killed him.

His shot may have missed me but the controls are ruined.
Sparks perform their own acts of death.

The environmental systems are dead. The view now fogged and frosting over.
We always said we'd split everything equal but the maths are wrong.

I write the sum on the cockpit glass, for the finders to debate over.
Two minus one equals zero.
 

Innigo

I
QUICK FINISHER

HUSBAND: “Did you put the bet on?”

WIFE: “Yes, a hundred credits to win, like you said. This tip of yours had better be good or it's food cartridges for us for the rest of the month.”

HUSBAND: “It's a solid tip. Trust me. Have I ever let you down?”

WIFE: “Not this week so far, but it's only Tuesday.”

HUSBAND: “What odds did you get?”

WIFE: “Two to one.”

HUSBAND: “Damn, it was three to one this morning, but okay.”

Word count: 84.

HUSBAND: “Hmmm, that's not good. It seems I've finished early.”

WIFE: “So what else is new?”


Sorry, was in a rush when I posted this, didn't want to miss the boat. Entered the Lave Radio drabble contest (under the name RT Simpson) and had such a giggle doing it was compelled to keep going and so hence my entry here. Been dabbling with short stories of late but getting nowhere fast. A hundred words seems about my speed for the moment.
 
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Galactic Midden

Galactic Midden
Right everyone! We're approaching end of day one and that's 9 drabbles in already. If you're of 2 minds whether to take part I'll make it easier for you.

This is a weekly contest that's lots of fun. Write a 100 word story set (loosely) in the Elite universe. The 100 word story doesn't include the title and must include the topic set by last week's winner.

The topic this week is 2-1

The first 20 drabbles submitted will be entered into this week's poll which will end on Sunday, whereupon a new winner will be confirmed. Any drabbles submitted after the first 20 will be highly regarded by the rest of us drabblers and will still be read out by our udderly fantastic Drabblecaster Psykokow the Great in his weekly broadcast. It's all just for fun, though you do win an imaginary crown and get to sit on the Drabble throne of creativity. Just remember to keep it clean. Your drabble that is, there's no hope left of keeping the crown clean, it really wasn't that pristine to start with ;)
 

Listeri69

Listeri69
A Game of Roughball

You join us here at the grand final of roughball 3301 and what a Game,
Barry McCociner is leading in points after a wondrous run of form he actually swallowed Andy-Jay Magooe
this maneuver however has led to the ruling authorities to ban cannibalism on the pitch.
There is 10 mins left in this game; Colin Forsecs and lou burrup have taken one too many hits here and they are looking for some penetration.
Maya Tutchem and Ophelia Cuming on the ball now. not much happening and thats the whistle final score here 2-1
Now Mike Coxmells in the studio
 

Simoof

Simoof
The Ring of No Return.

"2... 1.... coming ready or ...."
Tox quickly realised his momentous mistake.
He stared apologetically at his traumatised boss.
"I was just trying to teach the ambassadors kids a human game"
His boss blinked twice, and a small bloody tear ran down his leg.
Tox eyed the exit door.
"Don't you dare leave!"
But Tox parted.
"then you hide where I can't see you, in any dark corner or crevice" blinked on the universal translators screen.
"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE" screamed his boss.
"return with your crevice" blinked the translator confirming the closest English equivalent of the transmission. Damn autocorrect.
 
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Erik Marcaigh

Erik Marcaigh
Awakening

Kalran woke. He didn't remember falling asleep in his bunk. He looked around, his thoughts muddled and tried to remember the last things he did. Docked planetside, wished a farewell to his passengers, and had planned to go see the Harlem Galaxytrotters at Lave Stadium.

Emerging from his room, he spotted Rose and Seamus watching a movie on the Orca's projector.

"Morning, Kalran," Rose smiled. "We finished our trip and were surprised to find you still docked!"

"Oh, yes. Just catching up on sleep." He sat in his captain's chair and brought up GalNet news to find out who won.
 
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MrMogadon

MrMogadon
Adele

“Three”
To my left: the bridge officers. Starched to attention. Caps firmly fixed; peaks pulled low. Creases honed. Buttons burnished to molten gold.

“Two”
On my right, by contrast, the minister. Small and faded in a dark suit, yellowing dog-collar and scruffed, brown brogues. Nervously mops the sheen from his face with a grimy, chequered flannel.

“One”
All here for Adele. My betrothed.
The minister speaks and I turn to look for my beautiful bride.
No radiant vision appears, only fleeting memory.
An argument. A fight. A punch. Now she sleeps, as soon must I.

“Pfzzzst”
A single shot. Together!!
 
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paauggie

paauggie
Caught Offside

Hair…slick. Moustache…neatly trimmed. Dangerously, ravishingly irresistible look about me...Check!

Right…off to meet my date. Usual MO… source a rich debutante from Two Become One… help myself to her worldly goods… then it’s toodle-pip and chocks away…

Ah... there she is…

- Well hello my dear, you must be Miss Moir?
- Federal Officer Moir, actually... nasty business what you’ve been up to with those girls…

Her booted foot kicks me SO hard between the legs… she’s completely crushed one of the most important pieces of my equipment… you probably heard my screams from where you were sitting as two became one.
 
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Erik Marcaigh

Erik Marcaigh
And now we're sitting at 14 entries! Ain't no one messing around this week!


Paauggie brings a whole new meaning to "Pop goes the weasel!"
 
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Frank

Frank
You've all been drinking yer caffine drinks. That was quick off the mark. Only 6 more entries to fill. We normally add that the last chance to submit an entry is Thursday, but it looks like we'll run out of slots before we run out of time.

Welcome to the show Innigo and Micky. I wish you all the best of luck.

01 - T.j - So close and yet so far.
02 - DocStone - Saturday Night Live
03 - Telakin - Balloon animals
04 - azdour - Forever Enemies
05 - CdrTwisted - Station security.
06 - Micky - NEVER SURRENDER
07 - Galactic Midden - A deal is struck. A trap is set...
08 - KalRyper - The sum of our part(ner)s
09 - Innigo - QUICK FINISHER
10 - Listeri69 - A Game of Roughball
11 - Simoof - The Ring of No Return.
12 - Erik Marcaigh - Awakening
13 - MrMogadon - Adele
14 - paauggie - Caught Offside

Galactic Midden said:
This is a weekly contest that's lots of fun. Write a 100 word story set (loosely) in the Elite universe. The 100 word story doesn't include the title and must include the topic set by last week's winner.

The topic this week is 2-1

The first 20 drabbles submitted will be entered into this week's poll which will end on Sunday, whereupon a new winner will be confirmed. Any drabbles submitted after the first 20 will be highly regarded by the rest of us drabblers and will still be read out by our udderly fantastic Drabblecaster Psykokow the Great in his weekly broadcast. It's all just for fun, though you do win an imaginary crown and get to sit on the Drabble throne of creativity. Just remember to keep it clean. Your drabble that is, there's no hope left of keeping the crown clean, it really wasn't that pristine to start with ;)
Click to expand...

I see you've stuck up the shpeel Midden. Do you fancy hosting the poll this week?

 

@_JustinPinner

@_JustinPinner
No Second Place

It’s brutal. Two caged contestants, a “ball”, a crowd of bloodthirsty outworlders braying for a fatality.

Two in. One out. Maybe.

Whenever there’s an argument that won’t be settled, this is how we do it. It’s harsh, but life out here on the frontier isn’t a place for the faint of heart. Or the law.

So next time you find that you may not get your own way, just spare a moment to reflect on the unfortunate souls who never made it out again. Regardless of whether they were right or wrong.

In this game there is no second place.
 

Frank

Frank
Seconds Out. Round One


Jake found it easy to pick bar fights with Imperials. He Just had to insult their Emperor. Federals were much harder, but tonight he managed to net himself two Federal soldiers with the phrase "Jingoistic Warmongers."

They were clearing a space. The barman didn't tell them to take it outside because he knew that would result in asphyxiation. The soldiers looked at Jake and then themselves, saying "It doesn't seem a fair fight, two against one."

Jake smiled as he shifted back a table "If you want it fairer, I can wait until you find another soldier to help you."
 
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