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I know how much you enjoy reading practice - sorry I am too late to enter this one. But looking at the competition - there are three excellent drabbles allready. So
For entertainment value only - a very obviously plagarised drabble.....

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Cleonymus spoke without looking up "You can't fool me, it's instant!"
 
1:30am so I don't sleep through the call for themes this time! Muahahahahaha! ... Er...

My idea would be "Scrapping" (these ships don't recycle themselves, right?)

Thank you all for the votes. ^_^ I'm going to bed -_-;
 
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1:30am so I don't sleep through the call for themes this time! Muahahahahaha! ... Er...

My idea would be "Scrapping" (these ships don't recycle themselves, right?)

Thank you all for the votes. ^_^ I'm going to bed -_-;

Good job. Great win. And thanks for getting the topic to us in good time. You did better than Professor Yaffle, and he should be around patrolling the forums as well. I've a good mind to use the Yaffle Signal and beam a silhouette of a woodpecker onto the clouds above the police station, but that might be considered an inappropriate use of moderator equipment.
 

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Welcome to another week of Abraka Drabble, the weekly drabble competition where we invite you all to submit your drabbles, what's a drabble you say?


Well a drabble is a short story of exactly 100 words (Excluding Title) and for the purpose of this competition it is set in the elite : Dangerous universe and to fit the theme picked by the previous weeks winner.


Last Weeks Winners were Kyle Donovan and Yaffle. And Kyle and Yaffle set the topics


"Scrapping" & "Freefall"




Now we do have some rules...


1. Drabbles must be 100 words exactly (Excluding the title)
2. Over-use of-hyphens-to keep your word-count at 100 is very amusing but frowned upon.
3. Keep it as clean as you can to suit the family forum rules here, so no frogs attached to anatomical parts
4. Only the first 20 entries are guaranteed a place in the weekly poll
5. 1 entry each, you may write as many drabbles as you want, but it is assumed that your first drabble is your chosen entry unless otherwise advised. But please mark Drabbles that you don't want entered as such
6. If your drabble is under or over 100 words you will have a chance to correct it before the poll is erected, at this point, your drabble may be DQ'd if other drabbles are available to take its place.
7. Drabbles must be set in the Elite Dangerous universe (as loosely as you care to make it)
8. It should try to meet the theme in some arguable way.
9. If there is more than one theme you must match at least one, but can gain extra votes if you meet more.
10. It's all for a bit of fun, so enjoy yourself... Enjoyment is mandatory!

Sometimes it's difficult to know what constitutes exactly 100 words. Out arbiter is
www.wordcounter.net
It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong. It's count is the law.


So submit your drabbles in reply to this thread, and the first 20 will be guaranteed entry into this weeks poll, and read out on our live Show Friday night.
Entries close at Random O'clock on Thursday evening (or sometimes if we have 20 entries earlier). All Drabbles submitted up to Friday Afternoon will have a good chance of being read out on the live Drabble readiing show.




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Yaffle

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Hello there and thanks to all who voted for me. I'm sure it's just a conspiracy to try and make me stick around, but thanks anyway.

My half of the topic is 'freefall'.

As ever I now have no idea what to write, other than not making it petty or breaking anyone's heart. It's much easier when someone else suggests the title!
 
Hello there and thanks to all who voted for me. I'm sure it's just a conspiracy to try and make me stick around, but thanks anyway.

My half of the topic is 'freefall'.

As ever I now have no idea what to write, other than not making it petty or breaking anyone's heart. It's much easier when someone else suggests the title!
I would gladly suggest a topic!















If anyone ever voted anyone ever voted for me. :(
 
No scrapping in the bar

"What jooze say I do tae frogs?!?"
Silence descended upon the Thargoid and Fer-De-Lance, as a couple of thugs waved bottles threateningly at Simoof.

"You would be unwise to scrap with me, as I, grandmaster Sai Moo Fus, is learned in the Way of the Barking Spider!"
He adopted a cliché karate pose.

"Stick yer kung-fu mumbo-jumbo where the sun don't shine!"

Simoof dodged the bottle swung at his head, and proceeded with freefall farting.
Moments later, the thugs were unconscious.

"My body is a deadly weapon!" Simoof taunted.
"Certainly is after eight portions of curried sprouts" quipped the bartender.
 
"What jooze say I do tae frogs?!?"
Silence descended upon the Thargoid and Fer-De-Lance, as a couple of thugs waved bottles threateningly at Simoof.

"You would be unwise to scrap with me, as I, grandmaster Sai Moo Fus, is learned in the Way of the Barking Spider!"
He adopted a cliché karate pose.

"Stick yer kung-fu mumbo-jumbo where the sun don't shine!"

Simoof dodged the bottle swung at his head, and proceeded with freefall farting.
Moments later, the thugs were unconscious.

"My body is a deadly weapon!" Simoof taunted.
"Certainly is after eight portions of curried sprouts" quipped the bartender.
I see Sai Moof Fus' Kung Fu is very… futuristic. :cool:
 

Yaffle

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What a heap of junk

Three stood in the hangar.
“Here we have it. Best ship for your credits. No doubt there” said the tall one.
“This is for scrapping.” responded the woman. “It’s a deathtrap. Look at the leaking fluid, the laser scoring, the damage.” She thumped a landing strut and an expensive and vital looking object fell, smashing on the floor.
The young man finally spoke “It’s perfect. A Cobra Mark III, perfect.”
“Assuming it will fly without killing you. At least the Remlock is functional.”
“Excellent young man, what’s your name?”
“Jameson,” he patted the hull affectionately, “make that Commander Jameson”
 
A Crushing Defeat

Greenhorns get confused about gravity around here; they forget that the ground beneath their feet is rotating faster than the celling above them, objects don't fall in a straight line. There's a reason these places are called Coriolis.

I was cornered in the scrap yard, right below a half-recycled Type-6 rust bucket. They approached slowly, wanting to drag it out. When I emptied the last of my laser battery into the winches straight above they just laughed at my suicidal aim. Right up until they saw a hundred tonnes of derelict spaceship tumbling straight towards them...

Physics can be hilarious.
 
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Space Vignette

The blaring of proximity alarms assaulted Sam’s senses as soon as the door opened.

A planet unexpectedly filling the cockpit window.

Entering the atmosphere, the Cobra’s nose glowed red.

Flight controls were unresponsive.

“Double-crossing little batsard. Clara! Grab what you can, then evac”

Clara, rushed out of their cabin still pulling on her flight suit.

Miraculously, the Cobra, now at terminal velocity, was in a flat spin, nauseating but controllable.
They both harvested what they could in the time available.

Later, as the escape pod drifted planetwards, Clara enquired lovingly of Sam “Ok Samantha, who’ve you pee'd off this time?”
 
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Reality check

"It's old, I mean too old to repair. Even if we find out what's wrong there is little chance of getting the parts."
"Now if you were back in Sol system, you could probably find an owners club that could help you out."
"If I was you I would just sell it and start again"

Commander Jameson looked crestfallen. "I need enough credits to get some food and a ticket back to Lave"

The engineer scratched his chin and consulted his secret trade in guide.
"Tell you what, I will give you ten thousand scrappage and a free falaffel sandwich",
 
Cry for help

Mike and Ralph were both staring up at the same thing.

"I'm assuming that trader isn't used to microgravity settlements."

"He probably deals in scrap. I've heard the value's been plummeting, and it doesn't look like it's going to bottom out soon."

"Imagine that! Your whole livelihood wiped out by the whim of the market. Ending up on the scrapheap."

"Maybe we're 'jumping' to conclusions. He might just be out for a fly."

"What? In a business suit? And he'd forgotten his wings? No. Look at the way he's scrambling for the window just out of reach."

"We'd better help."
 
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