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Welcome all you Drabblers! This post starts a new week with new drabbles. So get those pencils out so you can start chewing on their collective ends and thinking long and hard about how YOU can become one of The Chosen Few who have been able to wear the Great Toilet Paper Drabble Crown!
Congrats go to DocStone for his winning drabble, and as always, the winner gets to choose the Topic for the following week.
So without futher adieu, DocStone has chosen....
That's correct, "The Chosen Few".
Good luck!
Congrats go to DocStone for his winning drabble, and as always, the winner gets to choose the Topic for the following week.
So without futher adieu, DocStone has chosen....
That's correct, "The Chosen Few".
Good luck!
Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
The soldier's lot
It is a soldiers lot to go unnoticed, unloved and ignored until the need is too high deny.
Then, when all seems hopeless, sounds the call and to that bugle cry we rally.
Tomorrow we go to war.
"We who are about to die salute you".
This is our last message as we depart.
We who chose this life of service, now prepare for sacrifice.
Together we depart, secure in the bonds we have built and the trust we have in each other.
We decide how to live.
We decide how to die.
We choose.
We are the chosen few.
It is a soldiers lot to go unnoticed, unloved and ignored until the need is too high deny.
Then, when all seems hopeless, sounds the call and to that bugle cry we rally.
Tomorrow we go to war.
"We who are about to die salute you".
This is our last message as we depart.
We who chose this life of service, now prepare for sacrifice.
Together we depart, secure in the bonds we have built and the trust we have in each other.
We decide how to live.
We decide how to die.
We choose.
We are the chosen few.
From last week:
"It's the cargo I stole and can't fence. Thargoid stuff. They're after me!"
"Who?"
*BANG!*
"It's the cargo I stole and can't fence. Thargoid stuff. They're after me!"
"Who?"
*BANG!*
What's in a Name? That Which we Call a Rose...
"Dammit. Dropped our weapons crate," stated Seamus.
Rose laughed and pulled Bloodless off the floor. "Maybe we can help each other, Bloodless. This Orca's hot and so is your Python. We've got to get paid and our contact is interested in alien artifacts, especially Thargoid goods."
Bloodless nodded, "Aye, my Python sticks out like a sore thumb. This thing needs a paint job and a new black box."
"Here," said Seamus, "flak jackets to protect us out there. Where to, Bloodless?"
"Eleutherios, Damaskinos, and Melantha. They do electronics work. Known as 'The Chosen Few' for their abilities to deceive authority."
He's certainly pulled out the big guns with that one. Daaaaamn that's a fine drabble.
Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
You'll need a bigger bus this week! 
You need to replace the ones you've already spurned first ...I'm gonna need to buy more friends
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A Better Life?
The cult of Zalos had established itself early in the formation of the colony on Helius 9.
The planet was rich with resources but cursed with a dangerous climate and seismic activity.
With many loosing friends, membership of the cult offered them hope.
Each year a chosen few would be selected to transcend their mining lives.
Those that where chosen were not seen again, going to a better place.
As this years chosen boarded the Imperial ship, the captain rubbed his hands at the thought of yet more free slaves, as the plans to spread Zalos to other worlds began.
The cult of Zalos had established itself early in the formation of the colony on Helius 9.
The planet was rich with resources but cursed with a dangerous climate and seismic activity.
With many loosing friends, membership of the cult offered them hope.
Each year a chosen few would be selected to transcend their mining lives.
Those that where chosen were not seen again, going to a better place.
As this years chosen boarded the Imperial ship, the captain rubbed his hands at the thought of yet more free slaves, as the plans to spread Zalos to other worlds began.
The Elite
I recently visited a place of contemplation for pilots in Jameson Memorial.
These words are etched above its doorway, and burnt into my soul.
Drawn from every walk of life
to roam between the stars,
We come from Lave, from Riedquat,
from Achenar, from Mars.
We are the envy of the many
spacers that we meet,
The Pilots Federation's cream.
They call us the Elite
The greatest of explorers
charting worlds beyond your ken,
Merchant princes trading ‘twixt
empires of men,
The deadliest of combateers
our aim is always true,
The greatest spacers ever seen.
We are the Chosen Few
I recently visited a place of contemplation for pilots in Jameson Memorial.
These words are etched above its doorway, and burnt into my soul.
Drawn from every walk of life
to roam between the stars,
We come from Lave, from Riedquat,
from Achenar, from Mars.
We are the envy of the many
spacers that we meet,
The Pilots Federation's cream.
They call us the Elite
The greatest of explorers
charting worlds beyond your ken,
Merchant princes trading ‘twixt
empires of men,
The deadliest of combateers
our aim is always true,
The greatest spacers ever seen.
We are the Chosen Few
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A Renewed Hope
From his Eagle, Dr Ted watched the stations construction. It was massive, almost the size of a small moon.
It would take a special kind of army to stop this.
He'd lost hope when his zero-patient disappeared. Fortunately a gullible family member had "rescued" him.
Damaskinos magical tech skills had become invaluable. The tracker now no longer bound by distance.
He read over the list of names - the chosen ones.
It was all falling in to place.
No time for procrastination, it was nearly time for his weekly meat delivery to Tommys mum. She did like her meat...
.... .... And kok.
From his Eagle, Dr Ted watched the stations construction. It was massive, almost the size of a small moon.
It would take a special kind of army to stop this.
He'd lost hope when his zero-patient disappeared. Fortunately a gullible family member had "rescued" him.
Damaskinos magical tech skills had become invaluable. The tracker now no longer bound by distance.
He read over the list of names - the chosen ones.
It was all falling in to place.
No time for procrastination, it was nearly time for his weekly meat delivery to Tommys mum. She did like her meat...
.... .... And kok.
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OK, so it's time to pop my Drabble Cherry...
Subject "The Chosen Few"
Where No Man has gone before...
Subject "The Chosen Few"
Where No Man has gone before...
Hmm... My theme is black and with the blue font colour it is making your drabble hypnotic to read
And of course it has a hidden message as the last line does not appear until you change the colour...
Hmm... My theme is black and with the blue font colour it is making your drabble hypnotic to read
And of course it has a hidden message as the last line does not appear until you change the colour...
or select it...
Goose4291
Banned
Night raid
The assault to take the planetside starport had faltered. Now, pinned down in a ditch by heavy suppressive fire, Principale Moriganus keyed his radio.
"Fretensis, this is Hammer. Requesting Fire mission: Gridref 04052352, Five rounds HE, fire for effect. Over."
"Copy Hammer, Fretensis out."
Less than a minute later the night was lit up by the orbital bombardment, decimating the defensive position. The engagement was concluded with the Legionnaires bounding by pairs into the position and executing the dazed survivors.
He took stock of the casualties. Only 32 of the Centuria had survived, spared by galactic fate. The chosen few.
The assault to take the planetside starport had faltered. Now, pinned down in a ditch by heavy suppressive fire, Principale Moriganus keyed his radio.
"Fretensis, this is Hammer. Requesting Fire mission: Gridref 04052352, Five rounds HE, fire for effect. Over."
"Copy Hammer, Fretensis out."
Less than a minute later the night was lit up by the orbital bombardment, decimating the defensive position. The engagement was concluded with the Legionnaires bounding by pairs into the position and executing the dazed survivors.
He took stock of the casualties. Only 32 of the Centuria had survived, spared by galactic fate. The chosen few.
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Six shifting ships sit in the shifty, nifty, slitty sea shifting shiftily as they shift to me....
The ships had moved into his system overnight Lighting up the night sky above his palace
It had become A grey day for King Carl. Souls had panicked in trepidation of what was going to happen
The kings advisers all locked in a mass debate.
'Send in the Asp's full attack' The King ordered
'The empire are too strong, they are picking us off easily'
'How many ships do we have left?' King Carl inquired
'Not many, four are whole, maybe another three at 50%
'How many anacondas?'
'One king...make that none...'
'Time for the chosen few to escape'
The ships had moved into his system overnight Lighting up the night sky above his palace
It had become A grey day for King Carl. Souls had panicked in trepidation of what was going to happen
The kings advisers all locked in a mass debate.
'Send in the Asp's full attack' The King ordered
'The empire are too strong, they are picking us off easily'
'How many ships do we have left?' King Carl inquired
'Not many, four are whole, maybe another three at 50%
'How many anacondas?'
'One king...make that none...'
'Time for the chosen few to escape'
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