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And so it ends

“Self-destruct initiated. Ten.”
Its thirty years ago to the day since I purchased this old ship.
“Nine.”
We’ve explored thousands of star systems together.
“Eight.”
And this is our last ever.
“Seven.”
We dropped out of hyperspace and ran straight into an asteroid.
“Six.”
A lot of the ships systems are beyond repair.
“Five.”
The worst damage is to the communications system and the fuel scoop.
“Four.”
Over four thousand light years out from the bubble and there’s no hope of rescue.
“Three.”
It has been a good thirty years.
“Two.”
Happy Anniversary old girl, let’s have some fireworks.
“One.”
 
Sheesh.........

About the only good idea I've ever had.

On another note we are heading towards the 10,000 post threshold. might be worth having a think on what to do.

Lets have a competition. First one to the 10,000 post has to be Kow's personal slave for a week.
 
Maybe that's the plan. Instead of moving off onto a new thread the last post will just be state burial with all the Drabble veterans giving a 21-pun salute.
 
Premature Celebrations

The news had been exaggerated. Alvin snarled looking down upon the HOT-PIT team in silence.


Not realizing who he was addressing Spike interrupted "listen to me Your Hairiness, the Team we have assembled are among the finest in the Galaxy, and we have the HOT-ANZ providing 24hour cover, the numbers don't add up"


"I don't care I want a Large Pad for my Anaconda, don't you realize that the more you tighten your grip, the more Factions slip through your fingers"


Meanwhile just outside the Conference room in Hutton Orbital, Psykokow high fives "Good Job Simoof, they fell for it"
 
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Maybe that's the plan. Instead of moving off onto a new thread the last post will just be state burial with all the Drabble veterans giving a 21-pun salute.

Quite likely :D but in the true spirit of the drabble thread, only the first 20 would be allowed.
 
Premature ejectulation.

Commander Nobbsugas' crew disliked her so much they'd taken up the bounty on her themselves.


The ship on the scanner was shiny and equipped like a herd of stallions, hardpoints everywhere.
"Lower Shields" Nobbsugga barked. "We must show subservience. Stay on stations, I'll return with more intel shortly."
Nobbsuga left.

"I can't believe we'll get rid of her today" whispered a crewmember.
"Shhhhh" The rest of the crew were equally excited but more trepadacious.

The shiny ship opened video-comms - Nobsugga!
Bloodied celebration banners her background.
The crew - too surprised to react.
"Thank-you for my new ship" - she fired.
Alone again.
 
01 - RoyalHankey - Chief's Search his ladies present
02 - CMDR FluffyBun - Fallen off the Back of a Type-9? No Guvnor!
03 - Darkoba - "Oh well, It'll Have To Do."
04 - Philip Coutts - I always win...what do you mean I didn't win last weeks drabble? I demand a recount / do-over / stewards enquiry
05 - Frank - How to Kill a Martyr
06 - moose666 - The frogs strike back
07 - FelixBast - And so it ends
08 - AliJax - Backhanded Gesture
09 - Simoof - Premature ejectulation.


I can't believe you've all done such a great job. And it's only Wednesday. Keep going. We'll have 20 Drabbles by the end of Thursday night
 
Ventura_ The Plan

Matt found himself sitting in his ship, on what most cop shows would call a stake out, all though Matt was wishing for a different Steak out, as he went to his storage locker where, he found a box of Celebrations.

Chafing was still feeling ill. He asked the question, “has everything gone to plan”.

Matt replied “yes, everyone thinks you’re dead, that includes Simoof and he did attend your funeral, so I owe you some Credits”.


Chafing smiled “what now”.


Matt answered “We need to monitor Simoof and see what he does next, now that he’s getting it all”.
 
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It's All In the Delivery

In a galaxy of fast food and incompetent serving staff, Mars is suffering a planetwide catastrophe.

It's Mars-Day Festival and idiots in the McThargoids factory have added dangerous amounts of Lavian Whiskey into the 'special' celebration sauce. Now all McThargoids products are explosive and the planet is burning.

Arnie Absastone plays Quell Quaich, a McThargoids Asp Explorer trucker with the ability to transport infinite volatile spirits and never spill or explode.

Quaich is berthed at Barnard Station, when Station Controller David Broobin suddenly activates comms shouting
"Quaich! There's been a <bleep> total recall!

You gotta get your Asp to Mars!"
 
Erik, I think you are right that it is "all in the delivery". When Psykokow reads out your entry tomorrow I expect an unmitigated disaster.
 
The Last Racer

Thunk!

The Scarab bounced off another rock and spun to the left, headlights illuminating an arc of brown bumps and ridges. He had come so far, but these last hundred kilometres...

Light flooded down from above as a Cobra held a steady position overhead. He could now see a small part of the surrounding terrain.

Red laser fire winked in the distance. "Head for the lasers, watch for the crater to your right. And the one to your left."

The bright lights of Gooches Progress came into sight. Amid flashing lights and sparkling chaff Reighdar finally crossed the finish line.
 
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Reasons to be cheerful

"Why are you celebrating?!"

Silence descended over the bridge

"Do you know what you've done? Do you know what this means? For all of us?"

Prim continued:

"We can never go home now, never see our families, never become the people we used to be. We're fugitives, three jumps from the nearest system that won't crucify us and another six from the closest place we can call sanctuary. Your petty mutiny has made sure we can never be Imperial citizens again!"

Big Mike grinned and stepped forward,

"Yeah, but we can never be called slaves again either. That's worth celebrating."
 
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01 - RoyalHankey - Chief's Search his ladies present
02 - CMDR FluffyBun - Fallen off the Back of a Type-9? No Guvnor!
03 - Darkoba - "Oh well, It'll Have To Do."
04 - Philip Coutts - I always win...what do you mean I didn't win last weeks drabble? I demand a recount / do-over / stewards enquiry
05 - Frank - How to Kill a Martyr
06 - moose666 - The frogs strike back
07 - FelixBast - And so it ends
08 - AliJax - Backhanded Gesture
09 - Simoof - Premature ejectulation.
10 - Ventura_ - The Plan
11 - Erik Marcaigh - It's All In the Delivery
12 - Splendour - The Last Racer
13 - Edith_The_Hutt - Reasons to be cheerful
14 - Listeri69 - Simon's Simply Slave Celebratory Sausage


There's 6 places left and about an hour to go before I stop taking more entries. If you know you've just about got one written but need a wee bit extra time then holler out here.
 
Birthday Blues

It was her special day, at least that was what everyone said. Arissa stared glumly at the mirror. It didn't feel that special to her. She checked her schedule. Official celebrations including a parade of the Imperial military, followed by a state banquet attended by lots of stuffy dignitaries. That wasn't a fun way to spend ones birthday.


Perhaps it was the price of being Emperor. Despite what some might think she didn't have absolute power. Protocols had to be followed. Sometimes she envied her friend Kahina who had thrown it all away and reinvented herself as Salome


Someday maybe...
 
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