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I MOANED AND MOANED about it to the mod team when I was a mod... Noone took notice..

I told them, the image files are named correctly, but are the wrong image..

HAh.... no one fixed it.
 
Log in the cogs

The small rock spun slowly as it made its route around the planet.
It glistened in the darkness as rays from the sun hit its frosty surface.
Two months it had floated peacefully along.
Simoof in his sidewinder, cleared the station and set his throttle to full. As he reached jumping speed a small bang shook his ship and his left engine erupted in flames. Something hit it hard.
He returned to dock for repairs, hoping it wasn’t too expensive.
The technician approached with a small rock in his hand.
‘it’s not an asteroid’ he said ‘Just a frozen poo’
 
Well its kicked off well... 9 entries already..... though one is a little short.. :D Please let us know when you've corrected it

Weeks Theme
*The Chosen Few*
Current Entries
*word count*
01 *100* - Ian Phillips - The Soldiers Lot : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=1991842&viewfull=1#post1991842[/SIZE]
02 *100* - Erik Marcaigh - What's in a Name? That Which we Call a Rose… : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=1991867&viewfull=1#post1991867[/SIZE]
03 *100* - azdour - A Better Life? : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=1992215&viewfull=1#post1992215[/SIZE]
04 *100* - Splendour - The Elite : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=1992246&viewfull=1#post1992246[/SIZE]
05 *100* - simoof - A renewed hope : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=1992291&viewfull=1#post1992291[/SIZE]
06 *100* - Eid Leweise - Where No Man Has Gone Before : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=1992519&viewfull=1#post1992519[/SIZE]
07 *099* - Goose4291 - Night Raid : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=1992681&viewfull=1#post1992681[/SIZE]
08 *100* - Listeri69 - Six shifting ships sit in the shifty, nifty, slitty sea shifting shiftily as they shift to me.... : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=1992824&viewfull=1#post1992824[/SIZE]
09 *100* - Psykokow - Log in the cogs : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=5777&p=1992992&viewfull=1#post1992992[/SIZE]
 
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

This gets all six of my three votes... it gave me shivers down me spine, a lump in me throat and a tear in me eye - Oh to be Elite again!


PS. Ian Philips gets my other three votes... very moving.

I'm getting overly sentimental in my old age.
 
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I've been meaning to do this for a long time, so like Eid popping my drabble cherry:

A Smuggler's Life

He watched as ship after ship succumbed to interdiction, the assailant popping back into supercruise alone moments later. The commanders were being murdered.
Word had gone out the day before, ‘big profits with small risk’. The odd bit of easy smuggling usually made things exciting but this was carnage. Wings of commanders had been waiting, indiscriminately pulling out anyone not part of their group.
He started evading as best he could, his path guided more by panic than judgement, spiralling towards the station until finally ‘Safe Disengage Ready’!
It was blind luck he hadn’t been one of the chosen.

Phew!


I couldn't resist, <Doffs bowler to the punmaster Frank>


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‘Just a frozen poo’
Dreadful, and funny :)
 
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Chosen Few

THE CHOSEN FEW – How Lave Radio came to be…
Vicram Kalland sat at the head of the table, staringincredulously at the nervous group.
“You’re telling me, 50% of the Lave system want Clarkdongone and the others want to reward him?”
The uncomfortable silence was all the answer he needed.
“We’ll not be dictated too in this fashion. Clarkdon is gone. I hear he threw a mug at someone!? Nothing’s more heinous! Sod T.V, we’ll go retro and introduce a radioshow in his place. As we cannot affordanyone notable due to the mug-thrower’s contract, stick four pins in the spacestation’s roster, let them host it…”
 
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Here be dragons...

Fire blazed again, a molten apocalypse turning the very air crimson as proximity alarms went haywire. This colony's generation ship was the last hope for but a fraction, all children, to escape the fury. Engines exceeding maximum, the 'Redemption' lurched uncontrollably.

"We're hit!" Screams erupted.

Bruised and terrified Naomi whispered "they're real". The 'dragon's will return' her grandfather had often recounted from old settlers' tales of wild beasts and destruction; but she'd never expected this!

More blasts assaulted them, 'Redemption's' hull blackening with a viscous char. Finally, with a bone chilling shriek 'Redemption' relented, fatefully succumbing to the volcano's grasp.
 
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THE CHOSEN FEW – How Lave Radio came to be…
Vicram Kalland sat at the head of the table, staringincredulously at the nervous group.
“You’re telling me, 50% of the Lave system want Clarkdongone and the others want to reward him?”
The uncomfortable silence was all the answer he needed.
“We’ll not be dictated too in this fashion. Clarkdon is gone. I hear he threw a mug at someone!? Nothing’s more heinous! Sod T.V, we’ll go retro and introduce a radioshow in his place. As we cannot afford anyone notable due to the mug-thrower’s contract, stick four pins in the spacestation’s roster, let them host it…”

Nice Drabble sir, but its a few words missing, I count 96
 
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Hmm... My theme is black and with the blue font colour it is making your drabble hypnotic to read :eek:

And of course it has a hidden message as the last line does not appear until you change the colour...

HAHA... yeah... don't change the colour... also the shade of blue used is an exact match for something else that is blue.
 
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THE CHOSEN FEW – How Lave Radio came to be…[/COLOR]​
Vicram Kalland sat at the head of the table, staringincredulously at the nervous group.
“You’re telling me, 50% of the Lave system want Clarkdongone and the others want to reward him?”
The uncomfortable silence was all the answer he needed. His rage burst forth.
“We’ll not be dictated too in this fashion. Clarkdon is gone. I hear he threw a mug at someone!? Nothing’s more heinous! Sod T.V, we’ll go retro and introduce a radioshow in his place. As we cannot affordanyone notable due to the mug-thrower’s contract, stick four pins in the spacestation’s roster, let them host it…”

That's it edited...
 
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That's it edited...

It's 100 words and perfect now by my count. I'll nip back and delete those extra duplicate posts that have appeared. Are you on mobile by any chance? Seems to happen sometimes when the connection is a bit iffy.

Lovely drabble by the way :)
 
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It's 100 words and perfect now by my count. I'll nip back and delete those extra duplicate posts that have appeared. Are you on mobile by any chance? Seems to happen sometimes when the connection is a bit iffy.

Lovely drabble by the way :)

Thank you, and I think I'm having difficulty with the image verfication!! Thanks for keeping me right!
 
one was a missing space between to words, others can be your word count picking up " . etc with spaces either side as being words.

I totally missed the missing spaces lol. My eyes can't be working today lol.

oldfozz your earlier post (that Psykokow mentioned being at 96) was nearly there if you take the spaces out and perhaps hyphenate space-station.

Vicram Kalland sat at the head of the table, staring incredulously at the nervous group.
“You’re telling me, 50% of the Lave system want Clarkdon gone and the others want to reward him?”
The uncomfortable silence was all the answer he needed.
“We’ll not be dictated too in this fashion. Clarkdon is gone. I hear he threw a mug at someone!? Nothing’s more heinous! Sod T.V, we’ll go retro and introduce a radio show in his place. As we cannot afford anyone notable due to the mug-thrower’s contract, stick four pins in the space-station’s roster, let them host it…”
 
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