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Rog

Rog
The Waiting Room

Wrecked, drifting, a hulk. The ruined warship slowly tumbled - the battle long over.

Trapped, they awaited rescue deep in their pressurised sanctuary. Under the blue star's fiery gaze, alternate uncontrolled heating and cooling stressed the hull. The protests of the ship silenced their nervous chatter. Screaming fatigued alloys, cracking composites. But they hadn't heard a decompression for hours now.

Cold, they huddled together on the rotation induced floor. 'The other battlegroup ships would find them in time, right?'

Thunderous tearing. A mist appeared, hallmark of a sudden pressure drop.

Silence.

'The other ships would find them in time. Wouldn't they?'
 
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Darkoba

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Hot Head

Jengo was upset.

He'd followed Arna, his girlfriend, and Pel, his ex-best-friend to the station where Pel worked. Pel had docked four hours earlier. Jengo received no landing permission.

Pel had charmed Arna away from Jengo. Jengo wanted confrontation.

His fuse was short, his temper hot and getting hotter.

The station refused him again. His frustration blazed.

"Sod this for a lark." he said, triggering his weapons in fury.

A small fire, quickly extinguished, broke out in the landing-bay.

Jengo's temper was also quickly doused as he realised his error. He watched 'The Heat’ erupt, in Vipers, from the station.
 

Majere

Majere
Gonna need some sunscreen

Commander Floyd had a fearful reputation and it was highly unusual for him to cede control of his beloved Cobra.
Her father's tall shadow fell across the quivering pilot from the adjacent seat as the ship lurched awkwardly under her control.
"Watch it you incompetent wretch!" Floyd spat, "scooping fuel is an art, mess this up and there will be hell to pay!".
She kept staring forward, ignoring her tormentor. Tears burnt her eyes, the knuckles on her scarred, bruised hands went white.
Regaining her composure and without a sound, she set the controls for the heart of the sun.
 

Darren Grey

Darren Grey
Unfamiliar Embrace

Her body is still warm. I hug her close, her fleeting heat against me. She still feels the same, still smells alive, but a simple glance dispels that illusion.

It's getting colder now. The accident took out our generators, our insulation shields, took out... took out her. Just one hit and now she’s empty, her heat fading into the thinning air.

The back-up generator might restart, but I'll freeze before then. There's only one thing I can do... With my knife I slit her open, rip her bones apart, wrap her warm flesh around me.

Inside her I feel alive.
 

insanephoton

insanephoton
Hot Jump

That's the last canister salvaged, I am ready to head home.

Two new blips appear on my scanner. Ships with deployed weapons. This is not good. It can only mean pirates. Maybe they won't see me?

I switch to 'silent running' while I prepare for the hyperspace jump. I set the destination and engage the drive. Nothing more I can do. Moving might give me away. The temperature rapidly climbs towards dangerous levels. It's going to be very close. The countdown reaches five, four, three, two, one...

I can see the station. It looks like I'm going to make it.
 

Ian Phillips

Volunteer Moderator
Ian Phillips
The fire is dying down to embers and it is almost time to damp it down for the night.

The poll will go up around 21:00 (british time) tonight, but until then come and sit close to it, and share your stories with us.

By my count we currently have 10 entries - so just another 10 to go :)
 
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Gibbonici

Gibbonici
I'm drawing a blank so far, partly because work's been busy and my evenings have been too. Still, there's all day and it's only 100 words...
 

psykokow

psykokow
Take Aim

Fire cleanses, yes it does.
It Deals with things you just can’t clean up… horrors of the past can be wiped clean with a good fire.
Airborne contaminants obliterated by the heat from the flames.
Sins of the past… gone in a flash blaze
Protesting masses dispersed by fire and smoke
Witnesses, disappear with no trace other than a pile of carbon
Evidence of collusion… no longer a problem
Yes Fire… very useful indeed, and as I stand here with this sack over my head, I await that cleansing word one last time with a sense of great irony.
FIRE!!
 

Bikky

Bikky
Picked the wrong one

Aarlert awoke with a start. Slightly disoriented memories came back to him. He’d fired on a slow Anaconda. Too late he’d realised they were Sidewinders on its hull, as they released and swarmed him, quickly disabling his ship.

Aarlert assumed his emergency jump worked.

Startup of systems and checks revealed, no major damage. Heading planetward, the cockpit starts to heat up.

‘Something must be damaged, as screens all show me heading planetward.’

The screens then blank, and words appear, “You were hacked, this is your current target – Enjoy”. The screens then show a forward view of the local Star looming.
 

Rog

Rog
Woo!

Up to 12 stories now, only 8 to go... :)

Come on, anybody can have a go, even YOU... Just knock out a 100 word story based loosely on the theme this week of FIRE/HEAT set in the E: D universe (more or less).

You can check your word count easily HERE.

Go on! (Please :p )
 

Ian Phillips

Volunteer Moderator
Ian Phillips
And in a shock move we are back down to 11 stories due to a disqualification....

6) Rog: The Waiting Room (99 words a '-' doesn't count!)


(just joking - but maybe you can fix it this evening?)
 
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