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Dinner party

George was excitedly expecting his first guests in months. He’d been away, trading, and had made a lot of profit. He’d also been given a gift, a Tislean sloth-cat. He was told it was named ‘Ceremony’ for some strange reason.

He looked at his watch as the hatch bell chimed.

“They’re here.” He said to the unmoving sloth-cat. He bent down and stroked its head as he went to the hatch. The sloth-cat remained, splayed out on the floor like a rug.

He greeted his guests enthusiastically.

“Come in. Make yourselves at home. Be yourselves. Don’t stand on the cat.”
 

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Good to see some entries coming in and a gold star to Frank for not only writing a drabble about a ceremony but including one of the greatest puns / play on words I've ever read.

I thought the topic would be a change from the usual stuff as it was pretty open to interpretation.
 
John`s baptism

A little come back to help fill up the drabble stack. Here is my contribution. :)

The euphoria of hyperspace.
Your mind trying to digest all the expressions from the illusions outside the ship.

With a bang the gathering exited outside the extraction fields of the Gold Banquet asteroids in the Radan system.

Com´s crackling, "Let the ceremonies begin", "Elva, you are first", Lord Travious voice hammered through the com´s.

A shark toothed Eagle boosted towards the first victim. Elva swooped over her prey, and the Sidewinder popped with a sudden silvery glare.

"Scoop cargo", " Good!"

Silence.

"John, your next".

Sweaty palms gripped around the flight controls.

"John, don´t disappoint me."

Hard points deployed. Full throttle!
 
A gentle reminder

Hee hee hee!

I think this is a good time to remind you that the poll will go up tonight. Please! We could use a few more.

If you need more time then just PM me and I'll delay the poll until you're done.
 
Wedding nerves

A couple stand outside of the Port Zelada registry office.

'Are you sure you want this, Selena? We could save up and do it properly. You know, the pretty dress, the cake, invite all our relations, the whole works.'

'John Mapletree, you big lunk, even if that was what I wanted, we couldn't afford it. We can barely afford the finance on our ship as it is. It's you that I want, nothing else matters. Anyway our families hate each other and I don't like wedding cake.'

'Are you two ready? The registrar is waiting.'

'Ready darling?'

'Yes my love.'
 

Ian Phillips

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I will place the Drabble trophy on my mantlepiece, next to the bar of gold I stole from an Imperial trader during my wilder days.

So, after some deep thought and a quick check of the subject list, this weeks subject is 'Piracy'.

Take no prisoners me hearties!
 
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Piracy is a Crime

Ensign Spookes was tense. "They know about the royal jewellery. They're here to steal them. The sensor scan showing them clean means nothing." The star galleon returned sensor scan. "Look at the depth of that scan! They are checking every nut and bolt, looking for vulnerabilities for when they ambush us in supercruise."

The captain replied "Let them try. This is the latest design of cruiser. There's nothing like it out in space. Knowing about weaknesses doesn't mean you can exploit them."

The pirate examined the plans to their new cruiser. He then plotted a course to the ship builders.
 
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Pirate or Hero?

The sleek, reptilian ship sliced through space with barely a whisper. It handled like a dream, the latest Federation technology coursing through the vessel ensured that it ran so cold it was invisible to all sensors.

He pushed the engines further and lined up on the Imperial Cruiser arming the four stealth lasers as the ship almost positioned itself on target. He laughed as he overshot the craft, boosting away into the darkness.

The Imperial officer on the bridge smiled as his new ship passed. An act of blatant piracy or the actions of a hero he thought to himself?
 
There is always a bigger fish out there

The pirate in his Cobra smiled as the gemstone canister from the Sidewinder debris of his latest victim was scooped up.

The Cobra's navigation system was already set to his usual buyer for these goods.

As he was about to jump to hyperspace a cold shiver ran down his spine. Quickly followed by the nozzle of a stun gun placed at the base of his neck.

The canister was a cunning hiding place.

This fearless new pirate had no reservations in pirating from other pirates.

With his new slaves and a new ship, he moved off looking for new opportunities.
 
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Tough Competition

Flour from Lave, milk from the Diso cows.
Only the best ingredients will do, and a very tight crust and solid shape.
Any rough edge or raised part of pastry could cost them dearly.
Meat or Fruit? The Eternal debate in the bakers mind.. which is tastiest and lighter?
Once it’s cooked and golden its time to line them up, its time for the competition to start.
The Judges sit savouring the pastry offerings...
3 2 1 go, and the food gets pushed off, the best one gliding speedilly over the finish line first.
Thats a good Pie race see!.
 
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Good Samaritan

The Cobra tumbles through the 'roids, spitting sparks as her weakening distress signal pulses out. I bring my ship closer and flick on the searchlight.

Cargo hold is blown. Hull breached. Only one hardpoint. What were they thinking, bringing one gun to Espedail? At least the pirates left her in one piece. More or less.

I heave to, suit up and board her.

The crew are bloodied and unconscious. A father and daughter. She can't be older than 7 years old. I patch them up then take them aboard my ship.

They should be worth a few hundred credits portside.
 

Ian Phillips

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That special place

Dark.

In space only stars give light so finding something in a star system doesn't rely on sight alone.

But here there was not even a heat signature, their destination was well hidden.

Reighdar called up the signature code his contact had given him and, not without some trepidation, keyed it into the comms unit.

Nothing.

"Well, that's an anticlimax. no response. We'll just have to avoid getting scanned until we can get this stuff to a black market"

Suddenly the 'Hostile Scan' warning lit up.

In the darkness a light winked and the comms spoke.

"Welcome to Pirates Bay".
 
The Pirates of Riedquat

Pirates:
With Cat-Like Tread
Upon our prey we steal
In silence dread
Our cautious way we feel
No sound at all
We never speak a word
A fly's foot-fall
Would be distinctly heard

Police:
Viper Viper, Viper, Viper.

Pirates:
So stealthily the pirate creeps
While all the station soundly sleeps

Come friends, who witch space see
Set your navigation
Time to board the station
Let's vary piracy
With a little burglary

Samuel:
Here's your Cobra
And your false identity
Your meson carbine
As last resort you see

Your UV goggles
Your dark flashlight seize
Take thermite
And your electronic keys

Police:
Viper Viper, Viper, Viper.


I've assumed/hoped stage directions don't count towards the 100 words?
 
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Ian Phillips

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7 entries and today is poll day/night - whatever.

I do not have time to do a poll tonight, what with taxi runs for my kids and England trying to keep themselves in the world cup, so will anyone else take on the spangly jacket?

Then I will do the poll next week, and will then be away for 3 thursdays in a row.
 
I can certainley get this week done... bare with me..

Poll will go up 8pm ish tonight.. SO GET YOUR DRABBLES IN...


I'd like at least 10 by tonight you orribl lot or this mirrored disco ball will be used to hit you!!!

GET DRABBLING!!!!

TOPIC is PIRACY!!
 
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