The Drabble Show; where we all get together and entertain each other with stories. Everyone is welcome. Last week's winner was Simoof and he decided this week's topic would be "incomplete"
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01 - Alien - Simoof Could Write A Book, But That's Only Half The Problem
Simoof had written a book "Around The Galaxy With My Brother" or "Pete" for short.
Commander Grubb had been unable to find a printers that could handle the job.
It's not that no-one wanted to, Commander Grubb had offered to pay the printers several times what he'd normally pay, and at the mention of the bonuses to the fee, no-one was refusing to print it. The problem was, the book become sentient,
Any time printers had set out the typeset and then tried continue with getting printed, something always went wrong.
It was a case of ... no ink on Pete
02 - Commander Sir Samuel Vimes - Spare time
It frustrated him that he so rarely got to finish. He'd wait all week for a bit of privacy so he could do some exercises to loosen up his wrists and then it was down to business. Finally today he'd ensured he had an hour spare hoping to get done in time and not get interrupted by the crew wandering in, after all it wouldn't do for them to see what the captain got up to in his spare time. He loaded up the screen in eager anticipation. DAMN the lave radio crochet circle had deleted this weeks pattern already
03 - Simoof - Elite Dangerous - A tale of love, romance, and sore bottoms.
The programmers had been clever. The AI's where blissfully self unaware.
The "normal life" routine had been a glorious success.
Every Friday the AI's would congregate and discuss their weeks with each other. The imperfections in the weekly routine enhanced the stability.
The Kerrash AI had been gaining a lot of power. The recent attempts to readdress this had failed unfortunately.
Diagnostics brought up an anomaly... "Artificial - Artificial - Artificial"
It seemed to be an incomplete diagnostic.
One of the programmers spoke out "Ahh the Psykokow AI. That diagnostic IS complete. We never did get round to installing the intelligence part."
04 - Frank - Leaving the Nest
"Jesus! That thing dwarfs Jaques. It's amazing how modern it looks."
"Form follows function. They might not have had FTL but they knew spinning things give you gravity."
"It's gonna look great after it's restored. Are you turning it into a floating museum?"
"That's not why we're working on it. It's not a restoration. It's a refit.
Humanity's come a long way. We've spread our wings, making a home for ourselves in the galaxy. We've circumnavigated the Milky Way." He stared out of the porthole at the starscape, but he wasn't looking at the stars. "We haven't scratched the surface."
05 - Erik Marcaigh - Missing
Something wasn’t right, he could feel it, taste it almost. The ship in his reticule was dead but the scanners were picking something up.
Cautiously he edged the Cobra forward. This ship had been missing a long time. Wild, visceral rumors abounded as to its cargo but the finder’s fee from the Corporation was persuasive.
He suited up and floated over to the wreck. He checked the handheld scanner “Boop”……”Boop”……”Boop”... His face froze in terror as the contacts multiplied and started to move rapidly towards him. He scrambled to escape, stumbling and falling...
06 - phong - It's fixed!Boo!Shame! Sucks!
The theep glooped quietly.The theme was incomplete,the text read " Delegation from was refused entry on the grounds that since the system was not recognised in the intergalctic database they could therefore not exist,when it was pointed out that the only reason it did not exist in the intergalactic database was because the replacement ai in charge of cataloguing cattleogging carterlodging had already developed a pronounced jitter .Engineers are twerking on the problem.That is all!"
The white cat sitting on his lap barely stirred as Bumfelt pressed the button on his intercom.
"Fetch me the donalonald."
07 - Phoenix_Dfire - Pay Day
He sat back with a smug expression on his face. He winked at the receptionist. She ignored him, staring intently at her screen. He snorted in derision. It didn’t matter, what he just handed in was supposed to be worth millions. The scan of the monolithic structures would make his name on the Glanet. Fame and fortune swam through his mind. That receptionist would be telling her friends she was there when it all started. A man walked into the room and threw a data pad at him.
‘Miss Alison, throw this time waster out!’
The pad read ‘Scan Incomplete!’
08 - FelixBast - Here be Dragons
When the ship left hyperspace it did not drop into supercruise, it instead crashed all the way back into normal space.
A forced drop from supercruise normally meant a large gravity well had been encountered.
Peering out of the cockpit, Vas tried to see what had caused the drop. Outside the ship there were no planets or suns, just the empty blackness of space.
Even the reassuring twinkle of distant stars was absent. Suddenly the cockpit shattered and the hull started to collapse.
Vas now realised why this region of space was uncharted, as the black hole consumed her ship.
09 - psykokow - Very Crafty...
In space Its hard to keep track of your money, it really is.
Coins are worse than notes of course, they cause damage when floating about, shorting out essential systems, firing your laser as you’re docking.
Yeah money in space is an expensive thing, but not all stations take e-credits, you might Fedpal or Imppal, but the kind of dark stations where profit is king, don’t like these traceable methods, they much prefer the currencies of old.
And so pirates being paid in strange baskets woven out of credit notes is common place, affectionately referred to as the income pleat.
10 - cleonymus - Surprise Winner
The Empire Paintjob Competition drew an array of wild designs. Spots and stripes emblazoned all manner of ships from Sidewinders to Belugas.
The winner, an Imperial Eagle.
The front, Imperial Purple, the waist a simple matt grey primer coat. The rear, bare metal, pitted with corrosion and wear.
"A brilliant reflection of our glorious Imperial society. The Purple of our Emperor in the forefront. Our citizens, the dull grey centre and of course the slaves at the rear in their proper place. What inspired you?"
The winning commander accepted the cup with an embarrassed look.
"I ran out of Paint"
11 - Listeri69 - Companionless
Nothing to do, other than to look out of the window at the three distant suns shimmering low on the horizon.
It had all been so perfect, I finally had had the courage to go and get her.
I'd always admired her beauty, her style and now, now she was gone, left incomplete and alone.
I should have taken more care of her, treated her once in a while.
Given her only the best and not taken her for granted.
Still, it wasn't all my fault.
That idiot in his pink orca ramming her through the letter box destroyed her...
12 - RoyalHankey - Journey to the end of the galactic rainbow
Alien and Winnard received a message.
Alien said 'What it say, what it say'
Winnard replied 'Title says, This way for a pot of gold'
Alien replied lets go then before someone else finds it.
They get into the asp and launch.
Winnard says 'We need to go to this system first'
Waypoint, waypoint, waypoint scoop.
Waypoint, waypoint, scoop.
Waypoint, waypoint, waypoint scoop.
Alien says 'What does it say now'
'Go to this system here' Winnard Replied.
Waypoint, waypoint, scoop.
Waypoint, waypoint, waypoint scoop.
Waypoint, waypoint, scoop.
'What does it say now' Alien said.
Winnard said 'It says, message incomplete'
13 - moose666 - <NO TITLE, COMPILATION ERROR(S)>
Simoof examined the chair. He had quickly bodged it back together after it's recent collapse.
He sat back down on it, and once again, there was an almighty bang. He flumped down dead with a hole out the top of his head.
>DRABBLE COMPILER V1.76 Rev. 44 ERROR STATE DETECTED
>OBJECT 'Simoof' HAS BEEN KILLED TOO EARLY
>Performing diagnostic back trace...
>WARNING - attempted to destroy NULL object 'Simoof.Brain'
>ALERT - Object 'Simoof' thinks with NULL 'Simoof.Brain'
>ERROR - Invalid think state for object 'Simoof'
>CRITICAL - Required subobject(s) for object 'Simoof' are NULL
>Compiler cannot continue, critical error detected
>Drabble status - INCOMPLETE
14 - insanephoton - The list.
'Time to go' Kel said quietly to herself as she hurried to the escape pod. Turning for one last look, she regarded the scene with a tinge of regret. The Senator's ship was a beautiful machine fitted out in a luxurious yet understatedly elegant manner unlike most Imperial ships. Unfortunately the only way to be certain of removing any trace of being there was to set off the self destruct sequence. As the pod ejected, Kel crossed Senator Nyquist from her list. Another one down but her father would only be avenged when everyone one on the list was dead.
