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Frank

Frank
Market Forces

When the price of Jonty Bass crashed my broker, Morty, said "Relax! It's just a blip."

When Witch Drive prices plummeted Morty said "Stick with it. It looks bad but it's just a blip. Selling now will lose more money"

Morty wasn't surprised to see me when the bottom fell out of Radioactives. I wasn't surprised by his advice.

When the market crashed Morty wasn't there to advise me. Morty was under Capital Bridge with his legs tied to a big lump of rock. Something was emerging from the side of his puckered lips, three air bubbles, blip blip blip.
 

Darkoba

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Posted by Frank in the Poll thread:

"Darkoba, son, I got bad news. It ain't just the Drabble Poll. I got word back from that there lab. Seems like yer ain't mine after all. I guess bein' naïve ain't that rare. I should'a know ya's weren't mine cuz of the way ya drink. A son o' mine would hold his liquor better.

But I gots this baseball mitt on. We could play catch fer a bit... If ya's want?"

Waddya mean 'hold his liquor better'? I've been holding this glass of rice-wine cocktail for hours! I suppose I could put it down and engage in an hour or two of 'catch'... which one of you is gonna throw the ball?
 

cassius

cassius
Final Moments

Blip Blip

Blip Blip

The remlock’s distress call echoed in his ears. He drifted, wounded but conscious, alone in the void. The icy fingers of hard vacuum beginning to pierce the remlock’s cocoon.

Blip. Blip

Panic crept into his mind. An insidious tendril of doubt sapping his strength even further. What if no-one was in range? What if he was out here forever? What if? What if...

Blip... blip

A peace fell over him. He looked around. All those stars, shining just for him.

Blip...

It was easy, just letting go.

blip...

And all that was left was the void.
 

Yaffle

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Yaffle
Heart warming

The doctor stood at the foot of Azmal’s bed. “blip” went the machine checking his heart. Looking around the doctor examined some charts, making particular note of the patient’s name and injury “severe trauma from gunshot wound”. The doctor sighed.
Blip
He forced open Azmal’s eyes, shining a light on contracting pupils.
Blip
Shaking his head he studied the drip.
Blip
Again with the glances, he produced an ampule from his coat, and inserted it into the cannula, he squeezed.
Blip
The medicine entered Azmal’s system.
Blip-blip-blip
The doctor smiled. Another contract to collect on finally resolved.
Silence.
 

Phoenix_Dfire

Phoenix_Dfire
Blip Blip Blip the scanner reported, surprising both crew members on the Sanctimonious’ bridge. Mac was in the pilot’s chair before Davie had finished standing up. He was thrown back into his seat as Mac poured all the power into the ships engines whilst firing the boosters.

Just as the ship reached its top speed, Mac switched off the flight assist and flipped the ASP on is back so they were flying backwards.Davie managed to clamber into the seat and called up the scanner details.

“3 Adders.” He reported. "Guns out!”

“Easy Pickings.” Mac grinned, deploying the Beam Lazers
 

Sir.Tj

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Sir.Tj
It was all a bit too much in the end.

I'm sorry I really couldn't resist......:D my evil twin took over for a min....


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Blip... blip.......... blip............. silence .....

The team viewed the corpse lying on the trolley, naked, tubes attached to the pallid body.

'He couldn't take it' one spoke prodding a dead eye with his finger.

'Anyone got a binbag we can put him in?' Another queried dispassionately stealing the watch off the bloated arm.

'Hmm' we could sell it for fertilizer' came a suggestion from the back.

'Nah, flush it outta the airlock, binbags cost money.'

'I knew we shouldn't have asked him to be a mod, I know it would be too much for poor 'kow.'

Michael Brookes stood smiling.
 

psykokow

psykokow
T.j said:
I'm sorry I really couldn't resist......:D my evil twin took over for a min....


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Blip... blip.......... blip............. silence .....

The team viewed the corpse lying on the trolley, naked, tubes attached to the pallid body.

'He couldn't take it' one spoke prodding a dead eye with his finger.

'Anyone got a binbag we can put him in?' Another queried dispassionately stealing the watch off the bloated arm.

'Hmm' we could sell it for fertilizer' came a suggestion from the back.

'Nah, flush it outta the airlock, binbags cost money.'

'I knew we shouldn't have asked him to be a mod, I know it would be too much for poor 'kow.'

Michael Brookes stood smiling.
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:eek:
 

Minti2

Deadly, But very fluffy...
Minti2
t.j said:
i'm sorry i really couldn't resist......:d my evil twin took over for a min....


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blip... Blip.......... Blip............. Silence .....

The team viewed the corpse lying on the trolley, naked, tubes attached to the pallid body.

'he couldn't take it' one spoke prodding a dead eye with his finger.

'anyone got a binbag we can put him in?' another queried dispassionately stealing the watch off the bloated arm.

'hmm' we could sell it for fertilizer' came a suggestion from the back.

'nah, flush it outta the airlock, binbags cost money.'

'i knew we shouldn't have asked him to be a mod, i know it would be too much for poor 'kow.'

michael brookes stood smiling.
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:) :) :) something went wrong with my laughing ones......Psykokow you change them!? lol
 
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Ian Phillips

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Ian Phillips
Probe malfuntion.

This was the job of the Federation Navy Remote Fringe Surveillance Corps, to hop from system to system, maintaining the detection probes stationed there.

Mostly it was a simple job of locating the probe, downloading the data and moving on to the next one. A week at a time on a preset route. Same old routine, week in, week out. Somtimes one of the probes developed a fault, and an attempt had to be made to repair it.

This one did something strange. It wasn't faulty, at least the diagnostics showed no errors.

Blip, Blip, Blip.

Three thargoid ships appeared.
 

Darkoba

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Do not remove.

My scanners were malfunctioning. There were blips everywhere, but no ships. Better that than the opposite, I suppose.

On station, the price for repairs was phenomenal! I’d fix it myself!

Hatches open, I see three flat units, each labelled ‘BLIP’. I remove them to get to the innards.

Inside, there’s metallic dust – that’ll be the problem. I use a magnet and a vacuum-cleaner. There! Job done; three-hundred credits saved.

I replace the boxes, close the hatches, power up; Nothing!

I call a mech and explain the situation.

“You removed the what boxes?”

He explains the acronym: “Best Left In Place”.
 
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azdour

azdour
A Love with no Boundaries

Blip...... blip..... blip.....

She was fading fast.

I know pain, but nothing hurts more than when your loved one lies before you slipping away, with not a darn thing you can do about it. Helpless...

Nothing I could say to her unconscious form would make a difference.

If I only I could swap my life for hers... To sacrifice myself for her, knowing she would continue on.

Time was running out.

I gripped the controls, praying out loud that I could limp her battered body back to the station for repairs before it was too late for both of us.
 
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Splendour

Splendour
High Stakes

Blip.

Blip.

Blip.

With a sigh Rebrov turned away from the ship's scanners. For hours he had been scouring the blasted rocks of the belt, mined out of high density metal centuries ago, searching for the claim tag he'd won on Diso.

"Should have known it was too good to be true. Solid Tantalum my ****. When I find that miner I'll.."

He paused mid flow as the scanner suddenly picked up urgency.

Blip blip blip.

Blipblipblip.

Blibliblip.

Rebrov stared at the readouts in growing disbelief. Atomic mass 180.95. Tantalum!

From behind the rocks an Octagonal shape slid into view.
 
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