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Yaffle

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EIGHT! EIGHT? is that all.

C'mon, get us to nine then at least I can do a NINE! NINE! NINE! joke. If I can think of one.

Just 100 words on the topic of Law Enforcement, that's all. You know you want to, just have a little go. Just a teensy try.
 
Where does law begin or end?

Jump into system. Quiet. No traffic. Nice.

A blip. Who?

He approaches.

He's like "Match trajectories. Prepare for boarding."

Am like "Who say?"

He's like "I say, am the law these parts."

Am like "No way."

He's like "WAY! Match now or die."

Am like "OK, OK."

We match paths. He extends a boarding tube. It links.

He's like "Maintain course and speed."

Am like "Yeah, yeah, OK"

He's crossing the tube. He's like "Open your hatch"

I open the outer hatch. He's close.

I hit the throttle, breaking away from the tube.

Am like "My ship, my law. Yeah?"
 
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EIGHT! EIGHT? is that all.

C'mon, get us to nine then at least I can do a NINE! NINE! NINE! joke. If I can think of one.

Just 100 words on the topic of Law Enforcement, that's all. You know you want to, just have a little go. Just a teensy try.

OK Professor, where's your 999 joke? :D...

And it was 'just a teensy try'.
 

Minti2

Deadly, But very fluffy...
State Political Directorate

Barry stood tall at the checkpoint, his uniform gave him status, a man to be feared

"FIS! id" Barry could see the terror in the womens eyes as she scrambled to find her id card, not producing meant a trip to FIS headquarters

He sneered at her petty state

She looked up, panic, pleading "no id? shame, take her away!"

The queue tailed long, no murmurs, no dissent, just silent prays, eyes avoiding his

"Barry" Hands grabbed his arms "we note you didn't vote the right way in the last election, come with us!"

Law enforcement was guaranteed for all
 
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Yaffle

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As our investigations come to a close we have ten drabbles down in the cells stuffing things in the toilets.

I hear on the radio there's another being chased down, once apprehended we'll start up the quattro for the poll.
 
Frontier laws

Prostitutes are jailed whilst their pimps walk free. Small traders get fined but the mega-smugglers make millions. Bounty hunters rake in huge profits killing off small-time criminals.

The station spins, the lone focus of justice in the void. The vipers, fanged and ready, sit and wait their orders.

But the orders come from the law, and out here there ain’t one law for everybody.

Small-fry, little men, the poor and desperate – they don’t stand a chance. It’s the big guys, the fat cats, the superrich, that can do what they want without rebuke.

On the frontiers, money makes the law.
 

Yaffle

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One more to make it a dirty dozen of reprobate drabbles, I think there's another out there in the night somewhere...?
 

Yaffle

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Call the cops!

One of our drabbles is missing.

Just awaiting the final one and the poll of the week will be up and ready. Unless I stuff up the whole thing.
 
Zelada Station Blues

Officers lived by the creed 'Protect and Serve', it was on their badges and the side of their Vipers. Sometimes they paid a high price upholding that ideal.

Sergeant Estherhaus looked up from his desk and noticed the empty spaces at roll call. There were five officers missing. Three in the sickbay and two in the morgue. Renko and Timpkins would be back in a few days. Hollister was in intensive care. Lopez and Delaney were dead, killed by pirates.

Esterhaus finished briefing the remaining officers.
'All right, let's roll. And one last thing people, let's be careful out there.'
 

Sir.Tj

The Moderator who shall not be Blamed....
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Hi Guys and Girls.

Sorry for the delay, the 1st post has been amended to include the latest poll. :D
 

Ian Phillips

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The perils of Drink.

It's an age old trick and he had fallen for it. Passing an evening in a bar, gazing out at the planet beneath as it slowly revealed it's secrets to anyone interested enough to look.

She was alone, seemingly enraptured by the scenes underneath her. Drinks were bought and drunk. Conversation filled the hours and they reeled out of the bar laughing and bumping into each other.

The morning brought a sore head and a sick feeling in his stomach. He groped frantically though his clothes, but it was gone. His ship entry pass had vanished, together with his ship.
 
The injustice of it all.

"I had a terrible time entering the station" Clive explained to Derek, over a pint in the Thargoid and Fer-de-Lance.

"One officer come up to me and he said, "Look! Your Cobra's weaving all over the Space-Station!"

I told him, "What do you expect? I'm drunk out of my mind!

Stone me! Can't you see that? I've got four empty bottles of scotch in the cockpit..

...I'm swigging from a bottle of scotch now.. can't you understand why I'm swerving about?...

...Isn't it bleedin' obvious!... I'm Drunk!

He arrested me.

Do you know what technicality he got me on?.....


.....Murder."
 
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Ian Phillips

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When Frank said that the new subject was 'DRINK', you were not supposed to go and drink yourselves into a stupor.

You were supposed to write a drabble about drinking yourselves into a stupor first.

So, sober up and post your brabbles.
 

Sir.Tj

The Moderator who shall not be Blamed....
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Taking the ....

It's been a while so I though I'd allow my furtive imagination a bit of exercise.

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The room is dark and freezing.

I stare for a eternity at the glass on the table.

The moisture glistens as it slowly collects into droplets which descends to collect on the table.

A involuntary shudder courses across my flesh as the aroma fills my nose and invades my senses.

My hand reaches out and lifts it towards my parched, cracked lips

I take a deep breath and brace myself for the inevitable onslaught that will assault my taste receptors very soon.....

The silence continues to deafen me ever since the lifesupport failed last week.

Damn, I hate Urine recyc.
 
Drunk

Yer know, I had a Cohbra like thats one once. Was a pritty fing. All blue ands, errr grey. Handulled like a dream. Had a crackin pic on her bottom, just like all the best girls eh?!... an angel with her baps out! Hahahahaha! Loved her more than the wife. Then dem dern pirates show up an pick her apart like a mouthy Riedquantian hooker.

Corse insurance wouldn’t pay out. Found me driftin in my Remlok, but checked my blood whiles still under! Said I was intoxi *hic* intoxicated.

Lend us a cupola creds. I fink I need anufer drink...
 
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