Edith continues his winning streak. Well Done. And he's chosen the flavour of the month "A Close Encounter"
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Come back on Sunday night to see how well your Drabble has done. At least come back before Monday 15:00 to check if you're the one that has to provide us with a topic.
Please vote. And a warning to all of the contestants, Don't vote for yourself or else you'll get a close encounter with my lasers
01 - Listeri69 - There is one way to kill the alien, but it does involve a lot of custard.....
'Is that an Alien or a meringue?' Psykokow looked out of his Asp.
'No you're right it's an Alien' Simoof replied
'Well shouldn't we be doing something? Fire the lasers at it!'
'I tried that didn't work, I launched a mug at it, two slaves, and I even flushed the sewage into its face didn't even blink'
'Let's get out of here before it kills us'
'Can't do that. It took out the engines'
'So we're just floating here, in space?'
'Well I do have one last idea, Load up episode 85 of Lave radio and engage the space speakers'
02 - Frank - If This Doesn't Win Me the Mug, Nothing Will
The employment agent introduced the prospective employee to Farmer Giles. "FluffyBun here can tell you how many hens you have in your space farm."
"That's right! It's a farm... in the Elite Universe." He shows his certificate of authentication to you.
"And that's FluffyBun, one of the Drabbler regulars."
"Except he's not so much fluffy, more... ", Farmer Giles wrinkled his nose in disgust, "...furry."
FluffyBun saw that he might not get the job. He stepped towards Farmer Giles to plead with him.
Farmer Giles went into hysterics. "Stay away! I can't stand close hen counters of the furred kind!"
03 - phong - S'up dudes
Galmid,stripped to the waist,skirts swirling in the icy cold snowmelt as he
teases the nipple,spong laden knees bubbling gently beneath the gnawing chill
that vibrates through the tendrils radiating in a foliage ,his hastily kobbled
Octogron5000 clasped firmly between what remains.
Ion,sump dude resplendant in a tidal wave of rioutus arrays,chimes briefly;
reaching turnover,precession ords lock in ,the arc of retraction rapidly
distending,bulging outwards, a burst of joyous code flows briefly; the orbmech glows putrid orange.
Gently rippling surfaces reflect only a dour green.
04 - Edith_The_Hutt - You have to go a long way to find a good mug
Every news service was running the Encounter story; Hutton Orbital thronged with journalists reporting from the most distant deep space facility inside a two hour commute from their office.
Frank knocked back the Janx, recalling an encounter from his Jameson days. Alien murmured coyly that she would explain the origin of her call-sign for the right price while in another corner Simoof threatened to get out his DJ equipment unless people kept buying him drinks.
Frank’s Janx tumbled through the bar room as his quivering finger pointed towards a glowing porthole. Everyone stared.
The Thargoids had made the Hutton Run.
05 - Cmdr_Ekows - Sorry mate.
“I had a close encounter” I said.
“No? Really?” He said.
“Did you get her number?”
“I’m not talking about a woman”.
“So did you get his number?”
“Or a man?”
“Pity, if you had a lover maybe you’d stop bothering me at lunch”.
I threw my pudding at him.
“Aliens” I whispered.
He shot me a glance.
“This time it’s real. In Aries-Dark…….”
“Stop”. He held up his hands. “Please don’t, not again.”
“You just got your pilots licence back.”
“Keep taking your pills and shut up about aliens.”
06 - moose666 - The harmless? antics of Midshipman Stevens, part whatever.
"I don't want him!"
"I understand your objection, but we're short handed, Stevens is the only qualified telepresence fighter pilot available."
"He's a hooligan and should be dishonourably discharged!"
The CO shook his head. "If you have proof of anything beyond a couple of close encounters..."
"HE DOES IT ALL THE TIME!" The lieutenant blew his top. "Last time he dinged the canopy, Ensign James nearly cacked himself because of it!"
"Well, a soiled flight suit is not something we can demerit him for, and the canopy was not damaged, so we can't really go higher than a verbal warning."
07 - Alien - Spared An Ode To Tea
Docking Control to Commander Tom
Docking Control to Commander Tom
Take your anti-shart pills and put clean trousers on
Docking Control to Commander Tom
Docking countdown timer is on
Check your speed, and may DP Sayre's luck be with you
This is Docking Control to Commander Tom
You've really screwed that jump
And now Galnet wants to know what colour is your underwear
Now it's time to reboot your ship if you dare
This is Commander Tom to Docking Control
I really sharted my pants
And aliens scanned me in the most peculiar way
And the stars look scarier to-daaa-aaa-aay
08 - insanephoton - A Cautionary Verse
While trucking out I met my bane
Captain Wirral was his name.
A harmless Eagle posed no threat
At least that's what I would have bet
Most pirates thought him a prat
With his demise a buglike splat
It really is a crying shame
that for his death I got blamed
The failed corsair's last interdiction
left him in a poor position
ahead my ship he dropped from space
as I boosted to a rapid pace.
The cops thought it a crime
and fried my ship in record time
To avoid my sorry fate
near stations always slow down mate
09 - Commander Sir Samuel Vimes - The Lave station funeral wake
The wake at lave station bar had been going on for months as people straggled in from all corners of the galaxy. Tales were told of close encounters with Thargons in witchspace and heroic escapes from supernovae. From grizzled old captains to wide eyed freeagle pilots they kept on coming.
The tales got taller but there were funny stories too, he'd told everyone the elite pilots federation had forgotten he existed as he hadn't ranked up for years. Behind the bar a small badge glinted, every so often a murmur went round the bar as a toast was made.
10 - FelixBast - !Pizza
“I’ve been probed by an Alien.”
“Congratulations! It’s a while since you got your leg over.”
“No! I had an Alien encounter.”
“Just because someone’s not from around here, is no excuse for being racist.”
“I was in deep space and I had a close encounter of the third kind.”
“Is that one of those Zero-G Kamasutra positions for threesomes?”
“God no! Listen. I was travelling through hyperspace, when my ship was interdicted by an Alien vessel that scanned and probed my ship.”
“Oh. So, not sex then?”
“No. It left before I could try it on.”
11 - Galactic Midden - Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind
Sir Randall Bartholomew-Smythe eyed the man suspiciously. He distrusted mercs, but needed a fighter escort.
"You Horny?" asked the svelte young man, a New Hollander from his accent.
"I'm Randy!" barked Randall.
"Wow man, whatever. What ya need?"
"Hmmph! Protection of course and a weekend hookup. I'll need you coming all the way to Achenar".
"That's a big ask, that performance will cost ya. I'll need to shoot up a lot".
"Only if it gets too hot too handle. Here's 40,000 credits". The pair departed.
Moments later a mercenary entered the red-light district thinking, 'this is an odd meeting place'.
12 - RoyalHankey - Galactic Middens encounter with ??????
Thargoids were believed to be a myth.
An alien race that only true believers believe now.
So when Galactic Midden came back to Lave, no one would believe his encounter.
He said "Look, look, look, look, LOOK!!!! there at this mark on my ship".
"That's where the alien hit me"
"You probably hit the ground AGAIN trying land" Mouse666 replied.
"No, no, no, NO!!!! that mark is where the alien ship hit me".
"Whatever" said Mouse666.
Did Galactic Midden hit the ground?.
Was it a Thargoid?
Did he dream it or was this a close encounter of the 4th kind.
13 - Simoof - I want to be touched by an Alien - A story of love, romance and fingering.
Commander Jimmy burped. It smelled of cheese. Strange, he had not had dairy for a long time.
He had plotted a route all around Miai.
The monkey had managed to escape its cage and was flinging poo everywhere.
In his cargo hold he had mugs, gin, beer and a pair of Kows unwashed underpants.
And had some weird bobble head in his cockpit.
He had photos of the crashed wreckage blown up and painted on to his pink orca.
He was wearing a rubber suit missing the bottom half.
Surely this time he would get flowerdicted by the brown starfish.
14 - Cmdr-Wotherspoon - A Close Encounter
There was a time when there was conflict between races. It stopped, and as time passed, we forgot. We didn’t remember, perhaps we never really knew. We were free to travel, to expand, to colonise. Sometimes we wondered why we were alone, but it didn’t trouble us.
Then “The Antares”. Then “Starship One”. The Artifacts and the Probes. Meta-Alloys. We dismantled the wall The Guardians had built to protect us. We knew better, but we did it anyway. We ate from the Tree of Knowledge and the fruit it bore had eight sides.
We were the aggressors. And the victims.
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