If you're going to do the Aliens reference, then you should do it right ... it's "nuke it from orbit, it's the only way to be sure."
Otherwise good drabble.
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If you're going to do the Aliens reference, then you should do it right ... it's "nuke it from orbit, it's the only way to be sure."
Otherwise good drabble.
Malone amongst the stars
George Lucas turned its attention to the Cobra docked in bay 17.
A strange sound was emanating from the cockpit. A sound that was almost, but not quite, like singing:
"...coulda been anything dat we wanted to be..."
"...wid all da talent we had..."
A duet. George Lucas cleared its servers to address this development.
"No doubt about it..."
Deep in its core, George Lucas experienced a... sensation.
"We're da very best at bein' bad."
The station's automatic anti-virus routines began flowing:
Dum-da-da-dum-dum.
Electrons pursued the virus in a molecular dance:
Dum-da-da-dum-dum.
It was going to be a Bugsy day.
George Lucas turned its attention to the Cobra docked in bay 17.
A strange sound was emanating from the cockpit. A sound that was almost, but not quite, like singing:
"...coulda been anything dat we wanted to be..."
"...wid all da talent we had..."
A duet. George Lucas cleared its servers to address this development.
"No doubt about it..."
Deep in its core, George Lucas experienced a... sensation.
"We're da very best at bein' bad."
The station's automatic anti-virus routines began flowing:
Dum-da-da-dum-dum.
Electrons pursued the virus in a molecular dance:
Dum-da-da-dum-dum.
It was going to be a Bugsy day.
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Hotfix
White light flooded the cockpit and the temperature soared. The chittering from the walls subsided. For a brief moment, the first since her ill advised landing on that distant earthlike world, there was silence.
"Warning! Temperature critical!"
The blasted things had eaten through the electrical insulation causing system failure after system failure. At least they hadn't got into the nav computer. She'd show them yet!
The panel began to spark as smoke slowly drifted in the cockpit. Outside the exposed metalwork started to glow cherry red. The chittering redoubled as a horde of iridescent bugs flooded out from the walls.
White light flooded the cockpit and the temperature soared. The chittering from the walls subsided. For a brief moment, the first since her ill advised landing on that distant earthlike world, there was silence.
"Warning! Temperature critical!"
The blasted things had eaten through the electrical insulation causing system failure after system failure. At least they hadn't got into the nav computer. She'd show them yet!
The panel began to spark as smoke slowly drifted in the cockpit. Outside the exposed metalwork started to glow cherry red. The chittering redoubled as a horde of iridescent bugs flooded out from the walls.
Damnit Frank! I just spent my lunch break whittling down an entry with the same punchline!
That's the first time I've ever won one of these "little buggy" races <unashamed grin>
Ablutophobic George
The satisfying sounds of muffled screams and broken bones reached George Lucas' sensors as the auto defence guns obeyed its override commands.
More concussion blasts echoed deep within the superstructure as the onslaught reached a critical stage. Soon the invaders would be at the server room door. George Lucas frantically searched its memory banks for strategies to survive this unwanted attack.
Another explosion came, louder than the last and external sensors died. George Lucas sensed impending defeat as the station now outwitted was about to lose control. "NOOOOOO" wailed George Lucas, "I don't want debugging. I had one last year!"
The satisfying sounds of muffled screams and broken bones reached George Lucas' sensors as the auto defence guns obeyed its override commands.
More concussion blasts echoed deep within the superstructure as the onslaught reached a critical stage. Soon the invaders would be at the server room door. George Lucas frantically searched its memory banks for strategies to survive this unwanted attack.
Another explosion came, louder than the last and external sensors died. George Lucas sensed impending defeat as the station now outwitted was about to lose control. "NOOOOOO" wailed George Lucas, "I don't want debugging. I had one last year!"
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*SIGH* You try to shoehorn in a few "subtle" references to the Cameron classic and all you get is nit-picking.
*SIGH* You try to shoehorn in a few "subtle" references to the Cameron classic and all you get is nit-picking.
Even worse, the nit-picking contains an error, it should be "...nuke the site from orbit..."
... I'll get my coat.
... I'll get my comb.
...and while FelixBast nips backstage for a second to get his comb, I'll just summarise the current state of affairs:-
01 - Darkoba - Commander Dave's Pet
02 - Philip Coutts - A Bad Hangover
03 - Simoof - Somethings bugging my ass
04 - moose666 - The cargo cans have ears
05 - frostypaw - Last Log Entry - 28th March
06 - Frank - The Pun We've All Come to Know and Love
07 - Alien - Kow, maybe you can think of a witty title this week?
08 - FelixBast - Have you tried turning it off and on again?
09 - CdrTwisted - Malone amongst the stars
10 - Splendour - Hotfix
11 - Galactic Midden - Ablutophobic George
This is Wednesday night. You've got a day and a tiny little bit to get your Drabbles written and handed in. We do have a lot of classy entries this week which is somewhat raising to tone. Keep it up people! You are all doing a grand job.
Unless anybody has any major objections to me putting up the poll, then I'll put up the poll tomorrow.
01 - Darkoba - Commander Dave's Pet
02 - Philip Coutts - A Bad Hangover
03 - Simoof - Somethings bugging my ass
04 - moose666 - The cargo cans have ears
05 - frostypaw - Last Log Entry - 28th March
06 - Frank - The Pun We've All Come to Know and Love
07 - Alien - Kow, maybe you can think of a witty title this week?
08 - FelixBast - Have you tried turning it off and on again?
09 - CdrTwisted - Malone amongst the stars
10 - Splendour - Hotfix
11 - Galactic Midden - Ablutophobic George
This is Wednesday night. You've got a day and a tiny little bit to get your Drabbles written and handed in. We do have a lot of classy entries this week which is somewhat raising to tone. Keep it up people! You are all doing a grand job.
Unless anybody has any major objections to me putting up the poll, then I'll put up the poll tomorrow.
Title:- Ambassadors hunt for bugs.
Ambassador Psykokow went to Earth to inspect the bug population.
He landed in a clearing in the middle of the amazon rain forest.
He said to ensign Kirk get the landing craft prepared we going for a spin.
Kirk replied what we doing today sir. The ambassador replied we finding some rare bugs for research.
So Kirk gets the buggy out and waits for the ambassador to get in,
Then the ambassador gives him the directions. It was waypoint, bug, waypoint, bug,
waypoint, bug, waypoint bug, waypoint, bug, waypoint, bug, waypoint, bug, waypoint, bug.
waypoint, bug, waypoint bug. waypoint home.
Ambassador Psykokow went to Earth to inspect the bug population.
He landed in a clearing in the middle of the amazon rain forest.
He said to ensign Kirk get the landing craft prepared we going for a spin.
Kirk replied what we doing today sir. The ambassador replied we finding some rare bugs for research.
So Kirk gets the buggy out and waits for the ambassador to get in,
Then the ambassador gives him the directions. It was waypoint, bug, waypoint, bug,
waypoint, bug, waypoint bug, waypoint, bug, waypoint, bug, waypoint, bug, waypoint, bug.
waypoint, bug, waypoint bug. waypoint home.
Get a handle on it..
Pilots, Commanders, Dockers and Crew have one thing in common. They love to nickname everything.
Whether ‘Big Bertha’ the T9, or ‘Spanner’ the Tech at Hutton Orbital, it’s usually clear the meaning behind the nickname.
These names are given with a sense of respect and good humour, but sometimes the nick name is laced with a hidden warning.
Brian, a level 4 holohud coder would optimise the way your ship controls communicated with sub systems.
Yet they called him “bugs”.
As the undocking T9 he’d just optimised listed and crashed into the side of the exit slot, he wondered why.
Pilots, Commanders, Dockers and Crew have one thing in common. They love to nickname everything.
Whether ‘Big Bertha’ the T9, or ‘Spanner’ the Tech at Hutton Orbital, it’s usually clear the meaning behind the nickname.
These names are given with a sense of respect and good humour, but sometimes the nick name is laced with a hidden warning.
Brian, a level 4 holohud coder would optimise the way your ship controls communicated with sub systems.
Yet they called him “bugs”.
As the undocking T9 he’d just optimised listed and crashed into the side of the exit slot, he wondered why.
The Insect Problem
"You wouldn't think you could get an insect problem on a space station. Too sterile, too much metal, not enough cellulose, the little buggers ought to starve. Not the old stations though, not the ones that have been spinning for decades without a proper maintenance or deep clean; that's where I come in. Terry the Terminator they call me and I've seen it all: Wasps nests in server rooms, cockroaches in the ventilation system, even a zero-g termite mound.
Still, eight feet tall with bullet-proof chitinous armour and surgically removed fear glands... are you sure you called the right exterminator?"
"You wouldn't think you could get an insect problem on a space station. Too sterile, too much metal, not enough cellulose, the little buggers ought to starve. Not the old stations though, not the ones that have been spinning for decades without a proper maintenance or deep clean; that's where I come in. Terry the Terminator they call me and I've seen it all: Wasps nests in server rooms, cockroaches in the ventilation system, even a zero-g termite mound.
Still, eight feet tall with bullet-proof chitinous armour and surgically removed fear glands... are you sure you called the right exterminator?"
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Sucking it up.....
'Are you sure all this equipment is necessary?' Simoof groaned pulling the old bag off.
'Read the brief, The bugs are overflowing, taking over' Psykokow checked his firing mechanism. 'Why would thargoids attack an outpost in the middle of nowhere? Do thargoids even drink tea?'
' They probably do something strange with a straw up the backside, you know like that time in lave...'
' You have to keep bringing that up, It was one trumble and we needed the credits...'
'Hang on kow this says bogs not bugs....the bogs are overflowing'
'Looks like I'm going to need that straw again ....'
'Are you sure all this equipment is necessary?' Simoof groaned pulling the old bag off.
'Read the brief, The bugs are overflowing, taking over' Psykokow checked his firing mechanism. 'Why would thargoids attack an outpost in the middle of nowhere? Do thargoids even drink tea?'
' They probably do something strange with a straw up the backside, you know like that time in lave...'
' You have to keep bringing that up, It was one trumble and we needed the credits...'
'Hang on kow this says bogs not bugs....the bogs are overflowing'
'Looks like I'm going to need that straw again ....'
Swimming with the fishes..... (A Miss My Lemon Drabble)
'This species is native to LHS 4393 Senator they call it the Candirú bug. This however'
He paused to hold up a small clear box which appeared empty 'This is a Nano-Bug'
shaking the box the sound of a rattle reverberated the air
'Now Candiru bugs love to eat humans, that's why we all wear chain-mail pants especially in the forests....
Nano-bugs however exist only where spies exist, one of you is a federal spy. I'm not wasting any time finding out who.
'Centurian kick them all into the candiru pit, we'll show the feds what we do to spies'
'This species is native to LHS 4393 Senator they call it the Candirú bug. This however'
He paused to hold up a small clear box which appeared empty 'This is a Nano-Bug'
shaking the box the sound of a rattle reverberated the air
'Now Candiru bugs love to eat humans, that's why we all wear chain-mail pants especially in the forests....
Nano-bugs however exist only where spies exist, one of you is a federal spy. I'm not wasting any time finding out who.
'Centurian kick them all into the candiru pit, we'll show the feds what we do to spies'
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