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Life's harder now..

'Beware old friend, Vipers Bite!'

His mentors words rang around the commanders head as he put all power to shields and tried to escape the onslaught.

Things were much easier in the old days, the law seemed more relaxed.

He was now running for his life, Canopy cracking, engines failing, he knew he couldn't escape.

He should have heeded his mentors advice.

The Police response was devastating.

In his last moments, even he had to coincide that the Viper was indeed a great deterrent.

His days of parking his Anaconda outside of Freeport, shooting at everything that moved were over.
 
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Lock On

The Eagle flashed past meters in front of the Viper’s cockpit as Shen pulled back on the throttle for all she was worth. Viciously she yanked back and right on the stick, banking round to try and bring the nimbler vessel into her sights. The blip on the scanner showed her adversary had looped around and Shen whooped in triumph as she killed flight assist, spinning wildly before bringing the Eagle into her sights.

The computer calmly counted down “Three, Two, One, Target acquired.”

“Gotcha!” cried Pilot Officer Shen, pulling the trigger on a 500 credit fine for traffic offences.
 
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Your path to fame & fortune, well fame anyway, actually maybe just a path

Time passes and more stories have slithered out, twisty tales. Some of them have a real bite to them:-

01 - Frank - Careers to Their Death
02 - MrMogadon - Burns Notice (Please forgive me)
03 - KalRyper - Blood Trail
04 - Ian Phillips - Mixing drinks
05 - cassius - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Viper's Bite
06 - Dung Beetle - Once Bitten...
07 - Darkoba - Still deadly
08 - Rog - Viper Spite
09 - Erik Marcaigh - A Snake by Any Other Name...
10 - Luniticisi - Life's harder now..
11 - Splendour - Lock On

The polling system can swallow the surprisingly large number of 20 entries, so there's plenty of space for more contestants if you've had your fill of basking in the sun.

You still have several hours to write something and post it here.
 
The next big thing

Viper's Bite is the new drug craze that's sweeping the galaxy. It's been banned throughout Federation space and many parts of the Alliance. Even the famously decadent Imperials are considering restrictions.

No one knows where it came from. Rumours are that it was originally developed for the Imperial military in a failed attempt to create a super soldier with enhanced endurance and resistance to pain. It certainly succeeded on those counts but also caused an intense euphoric 'loved up' feeling in users that rendered them useless for combat. The name comes from the distinctive dual syringes used to administer it.
 
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Since my story slithered up through the pit and made the killing bite, I'm happy to spit out the new theme. (Did that meet the Pun-Quota for Frank?)

(Should I speak it in parseltongue? ;) )

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So let's heat things up with a nod to the latest Newsletter blinding sneak peek: Solar Flare(s)!
 
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Groovy Baby!

Music reverberated through District Four’s superstructure. Pilots from all walks of life queued to get into Diso’s annual Disco Dance-fest. Pilots’ uniforms were swapped for wide collars, medallions, psychedelic clothing and questionable hair-dos. Outside, many more ships queued for docking permission.

Callum jostled his way to the centre of the dance floor and adopted THE pose.
Nobody noticed.
He pressed the button on his belt and became the centre of attention. Plasma swirled through his custom designed bell-bottom trousers and he strutted his stuff. The crowd went wild.

Queuing ships were notified of increased delays due to active solar flares.
 
Non (plasma) can(n)on

Hours ago a huge mining support vessel had plunged out of control into the surface of Diso's primary, catastrophically firing it's hyperdrive as it struck the star and detonating with such an intensity it would be clearly seen in Lave's skys several years hence.

The EMP from the blast had fried most of Diso’s planetary comms so the citizens were blissfully unaware of the fiery doom that had been ejected from the star directly into the course of the planet, a geyser of superheated gas, plasma enough to make up Diso’s mass several times over.

Burn baby, burn. Diso Inferno.
 
Warning Notice

It's a job that's been around since the dawn of interstellar spaceflight, a heavily shielded craft in close orbit around a star, a single person keeping vigil on the star.

The observers earned the nickname of "Paul Reveres". They're ready to spring into action at a second's notice. They arrive at colonies in their fast spacecraft yelling "The coronal mass ejection's coming!". The extra few minutes gained by these messenger runs can mean the difference between life and death.

The weeks of solitude required for each tour of duty attract a certain kind of pilot who enjoy these solo affairs.
 
Frank, that has to be the cleverest pun yet! More so because you don't see it coming until the very end - for a few seconds I thought you were writing a "serious" drabble. Respect! :D
 

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The latest craze.

It's the latest craze for the kids with super rich parents. Get a Fer-de-lance (which are not cheap themselves) and then spend a fortune modifying it for this new sport. Huge arrays of magnetic sensors, deep temperature analysers, chemical composition detectors and loads of other stuff that scientists get exited over. The pilots mostly haven't a clue how it all works, they are just interested in the results of the analysis.

The location of the next surge.

Once found, the surfers flock together and head of to enjoy their time in the sun. Literally!

Solar flare surfing is a thing!
 
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