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[insanephoton]

Storm Chasers

To some they are dedicated scientists putting their lives on the line to gather vital data. Others see them as a bunch of reckless thrill seekers. The truth is somewhere in between. Whatever peoples point of view, they all call them the same thing, storm chasers.

The name is ancient and used to refer to people studying extreme weather events on Earth. While it's true that you still get planetary storm chasers, these days it mostly refers to solar storms. They wait for the solar flare then race ahead of the storm front deploying probes and sensors as they go.

 

[psykokow]

I got one coming... wait for me

 

[Erik Marcaigh]

Same with me...wait for my drabble... It's been a bit too hot at work this week. I don't know how things flared up. I think it's cuz my clients have a sixth-sense and know when I'm taking a nice, sunny vacation.

 

[psykokow]

Merry Go-round

The handles where shaped like ears and holding on was difficult.
It was a strange ride, but so exhilarating as the carbonite vehicle shot down the track, the people behind me screaming as we hit the loop de loop.
My hands slipped but the belt held me in place safely.
The ride slowed to a stop and the barriers rose letting all of us disembark, a Strange dustbin shaped robot bleeped at us and led us to the next ride.. Mall Ayone Falcon… a strange ride running through rooms chased by a hairy carpet.
That’s Han solo fair for you.

 

[Minti2]

Same with me...wait for my drabble... It's been a bit too hot at work this week. I don't know how things flared up. I think it's cuz my clients have a sixth-sense and know when I'm taking a nice, sunny vacation.

Things FLARED up...like it!

 

[Frank]

No worries Erik. There's plenty of time before I close the gate.

 

[Darkoba]

I'm a solo player who's going to chill out in my solo chair.

Say hi to my old mate, your brother (?), Han. I hope he and all the other Solos are doing well.

But that is after I get thrown out of the Cathedral for drinking lager with a lime wedge in the bottle during the religious service (a Coronal Mass Ejection)

It's not the drinking during the religious service that did it, it was the lime wedge! Everyone knows you can't use the wedge unless you apply in triplicate in advance, or, alternatively, use a lemon wedge, which, to quote my daughter, "puts lips on your face".



EDIT PS: Just seen that my reference to Han Solo wasn't the first. Damn! Now my temper's flaring, solarlike!

 

[Erik Marcaigh]

The Endless Summer

The port side injector exploded, causing a trickle-down effect through several other ship systems, finally culminating with the port thrusters. The thruster spat out a funny looking purple and green flame which Kikks would have loved to have seen, if he weren't in the pilot's seat, pulling hard on the stick.

"He's really charging that tube, dude!"

"Yeahhh, pretty gnarly out there, man. Betcha a brick he eats it."

"You're on! He ain't bailin'. He's really..."

The explosion lit up the other surfer's screens.

"Dude carked it, but it's what he loved. Hey, that weed better not be the bammies!"

 

[Frank]

The gate is now locked.

And the poll is getting built.

 

[G.T]

Sula Fleur

Aulin station waitress and part-time dancer Sula Fleur was a natural star. It was a credit to her that she could make ends meet on wages more scandalous than her dance routines in the Gentleman's Club 'the Growling Badger'. She could certainly entertain, she was bright, she had flair and could dazzle passing 'truckers' with sights they'd never seen. And she was hot... she had a body the other dancers would die for. And flame red hair, scorching looks and with eyes that could melt you... unfortunately with her equally fiery temper she was an utter pain in the ass.

 

[G.T]

Awww go on Frank, one more won't harm...

 

[Frank]

I'm afraid it's out of my hands. I'll try waving down a friendly Mod to make the necessary changes.

 

[G.T]

Thanks v much

 

[Frank]

The shiny new poll, now with added G.T is
HERE!

 

[Sir.Tj]

Drabble list updated with the latest offering.

 

[Darkoba]

Congratulations Garthyre. A very clear and worthy win. There'll be a lot of regulars asking for 'a clean slate' after this!

 

[Garthyre]

Thanks Darkoba - good luck with that!

New subject. I'll save my first choice for another day (it doesn't feel right given events in the real world), so your subject for this week is:

Childhood
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Drabblers, start your drabbling!

 

[Darkoba]

Childhood's End

(I borrowed the title from one of my favourite SF writers - I hope he doesn't mind)


For several lonely years he had scooped or mined and refined fuel, collected hydrogen, oxygen, carbon and trace minerals for water and synthesiser nourishment. Driving on ever further, he had crossed the vast centre of the galaxy to the opposite arm. He was genuinely where no human had gone before.

Another system, another planet. Teeming with life! Towering buildings. A huge space-going vessel. His tiny Anaconda beamed gently into the enormous hold. First contact. Benign communication. Gifts of technology, insight and understanding.

They took him home. Years of travel covered in twelve hours!

Mankind’s childhood had come to an end.

 

[MrMogadon]

(I borrowed the title from one of my favourite SF writers - I hope he doesn't mind)


For several lonely years he had scooped or mined and refined fuel, collected hydrogen, oxygen, carbon and trace minerals for water and synthesiser nourishment. Driving on ever further, he had crossed the vast centre of the galaxy to the opposite arm. He was genuinely where no human had gone before.

Another system, another planet. Teeming with life! Towering buildings. A huge space-going vessel. His tiny Anaconda beamed gently into the enormous hold. First contact. Benign communication. Gifts of technology, insight and understanding.

They took him home. Years of travel covered in twelve hours!

Mankind’s childhood had come to an end.

Wow. Love the drabble. Setting the bar high for everyone else there, Darkoba

 

[Darren Grey]

Boris the Space Hamster

When I was eight years old I spaced my hamster.

I'm not sure I really understood what I was doing. I had dressed him up in a little foil cloak and helmet, and made him his own Cobra out of cardboard. "Boris the Space Hamster" I wrote on the side. I was really proud of it.

It didn't end well for Boris. His hamster face puffed up to twice its size, his little legs twitching as he floated in the nullifying cold. I could only watch as his lungs collapsed and out popped a ball of red goo.

Poor Boris.