<please delete this thread>The Greatest Drabble Contest Ever, that's set in the Elite Universe Week 130: Special Delivery
We've got 15 very special stories delivered to you as fast as we can. All we ask of you is that you acknowledge receipt of them by ticking three of the above boxes.
Let's hear a round of applause for insanephoton, last week's winner who set this week's topic "Special Delivery"
Psykokow hosts the Abraka-Drabble live reading show and comedy hour at 7pm GMT, Fridays on...
HUTTON ORBITAL RADIO! http://streaming.radionomy.com/HuttonOrbitalRadio (audio only)
LAVE RADIO! http://laveradio.com/ (audio only)
TWITCH! http://www.twitch.tv/psykokow/ (audio & visual)
and will also be uploaded to his You-tube channel & anywhere else he can infect the world with our drabblings!
Please vote. And a warning to all of the contestants don't vote for yourselves. Anyone caught voting for themselves will be packaged up and posted out to Alaska.
01 - Ian Phillips - Out of place
In witchspace I hear voices. During hyperspace jumps, ghosts talk to me.
I used to ignore them but lately with the longer jump times that affect the whole galaxy, I started to think that they are trying to tell me something.
I have started to listen, and sometimes make a jump just to hear them speak, but there is no meaning, no words, at least no words that I can understand.
Then on this last jump I heard real words... "special delivery".
I sat there shocked, wondering if I had heard correctly.
Until there was a knock on the hull.
02 - Galactic Midden - ..- .- .----. ... / -.. . ... - .-. --- -.--
"Drive's gone again" yelled Finn from the Cutter's helm.
"Again!" the Duke responded. "Engineering what's going on down there?". A massive explosion shook the ship in reply.
"Finn, trigger fire suppression! Repair the systems". Perilously close to the outpost the cutter began to list as what sounded like Morse began broadcasting to the outpost. "What's doing that?" Finn cried, proximity warnings blaring out.
Another explosion ripped apart the entire portside catapulting them against the bulkheads. Through an open, venting hull they stared in shock as the mysterious "things" they'd illegally salvaged 'swam' outward into the similarly blown out Hutton Orbital.
03 - STRONTIUM DOG - ahhh little ones never knew that
captain grimm barked to his staff sgt"i wanted the air wasted"via his remlock coms unit
"but i bled the airlock the air is gone sir!"his staff sgt replied with a quizzical look
"Arissa Lavigny-Duval is alive and well. she is the rightfull eir is she not?
now we need to replace the dead crew yet again" the capain replied whilst looking at the unremlocked faces of commrads past.
" get this place re pressurized and bring out ya dead after berthing the ship! "
the staff sgt then had a vision of a couple of baby federal drop ships wearing nappys
04 - Rascon - The Aprentice - part 2
The message was marked special delivery. The Hutton spy team gulped as they noticed the paw print seal on the back.
"Your task was to expand the Hutton truckers in to a new system. Let's see how you did. We still have nowhere to land our anacondas we have one more usless outpost we can claim and there are no planets we can use to race on.
Congratulations instead of getting me Barnard's star you have achieved the near impossible and expanded into a system that is even worse than we already had.
For that reason you are all fired."
05 - moose666 - The Unknown Agitator Part 2 : Intercepted delivery
The pirates strolled along the cargo bay, examining their evening's haul.
"Specialist vegetation? what's that then?"
"I dunno, lets have a look-see shall we, pass us the crowbar."
>Scrape creeeek PTANG<
The pirate looked into the canister, and suppressed a laugh.
"Well?"
"It's... a bonsai tree, sculpted... to look like, a thingy"
"A thingy? What does the manifest say?"
>Rustle<
"It's a mister tree, special delivery for 'Simon the Moofster Simoof'"
They walked over to the next cargo can.
"Isn't that the Galactic Scientific Foundation logo?"
He shrugged, and shoved in the crowbar.
>crrrrrk THUNG<
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>SLAM<
"What the hell?"
--------------------------------------------------------
The AAAA is back
06 - Frank - A convoluted set up and a weak pun
"Ooh! Those are nice designs! How much are they?"
Stan of Stan's Custom Paintjobs smiled gleefully "We are rather proud of them. We call it our Space Shell range. Is it design 'C' you're interested in?"
"No the next one along. Can I get that in a Cobra IV?"
"You're obviously a man of taste. I'm sure our designers can accommodate you. Won't be cheap though."
The customer smiled "Speed is more important than money. How quickly can you apply the skin?"
Stan phoned down to his workshop "We need a job done fast. It's a Space Shell 'D' Livery."
07 - Listeri69 - You got a beautiful chin....
'Your majesty? Are you ok'
'No Michelle. My niece Rachel told me she wanted a rabbit for her birthday so I offered to send her one via special delivery.
'"it'll need lots of stamps!" She said.
It was great advice. it certainly made it fit inside the card.
Then she calls me up today saying "Uncle David is a poopy head"
Anyway i got another rabbit and flowers they asked for a message I said can you put Rachel Is Perfect?
50c a letter they wanted, so i said just put the initials and the rabbit in a wooden box....
08 - Darkoba - Press Release: " Insane Photon In Special Delivery! Quantum Drive a Fact!"
The scientists at Ferguson-Freed had perfected the Quantum-Drive! Creating photon-pairs colliding electrons was easy enough. Placing one of the pair in a pre-determined location wasn't, until now.
Professor Freed explained to the Press-meeting:
“The mini-collider creates the photon-pair, actually only one light-particle in two places simultaneously. Location of the ‘second’ was haphazard, unpredictable; we called it the ‘Crazy-Light-Particle’ or ‘CLiP’.
“Using a combination of graviton waves, electromagnetic fields and witch-space background radiation linked to, and controlled by advanced astro-navigation systems, we can now control the point of the CLiP’s emergence into 4D-time-space.
“The Crazy-Light-Particle is subjected to precise spatial delivery.”
09 - Splendour - Not just any dry white
Hot plasma ripped through the Imperial Eagle's wing leaving a trail of recrystallizing metal.
How had it come to this? How had a successful criminal bust brought her to the brink of death?
Seizing 80 tonnes of stolen Esuseku Caviar had seriously put her in the Senator's good books, it was when he decided to serve it at a triumphal banquet it had all gone wrong.
"..of course you can't serve it without Chateau De Aegaeon. Go fetch some would you? You've got 6 hours.."
200ly jumping and scooping, loading the stupendously expensive wine, then interdiction. Damn Pirates. Damn Senators.
10 - AliJax - I can't go on like this
John, Paul, George & Ringo looked upon the commander of the Viper, drool flowed onto the switches in a constant stream like lava.
The Red Anaconda brushed into “The Middle Finger” trying to awake Joy-Joy, she fell onto the floor and gazed in awe at the sight before her – “What the 'blazes' do you four 'weasles' want” !
Paul, in his poshest scouse accent hailed Joy-Joy “we need your cargo of beer”.
She Looked at the Ordinance & said “what the 'tampax' for?”
“We are starting a Radio Station, and need to get 'hammered' before we can go on Air”
11 - Simoof - The Pundulum swings, but no clock ticks.
The courier was missing, as was the batch of 'that book' from Slough.
The P.I. had been paid well to track down the consignment. Timing was critical. The consumer planet was reaching its pinnacle of financial movement. Decembermas - money controlled the people, books controlled the future.
He had tracked the courier to a medical facility, the medic had, at a high cost, released the patient records. Blood toxins critical - possible poisoning.
The courier had been referred to another nearby facility - Why? And why Hull?
"Wa specialise in hearts n lungs." the medic contributed, "I 'spect Hull dae liver, eh?"
12 - Alien - Failed Delivery
Galactic Midden has twisted my arm to write a drabble for this week.
The topic is special delivery, unfortunately, I can't think of any special delivery to write about.
And set it in the Elite Dangerous universe.
Nope. Nothing is coming to mind.
Keep trying to rack my glass brain.
Absolutely no drabble to write.
Really hard to think of something.
Doubt I'll even manage to win anyway.
Oh wait, it has be set in the Elite Dangerous universe, doesn't it?
Alien had an antidote as cargo, but ran out of fuel.
And that's when Alien's failed delivery killed Simoof.
13 - Edith_The_Hutt - Next to Godliness
"Yo Ben! Special Delivery!" The fist-sized parcel tumbled through the Hutton Cantina air and landed roughly at the trucker's table. Ben turned, puzzled, to Bihn, the normally tacit barkeep. "Just got word from Al-Din flight tower, your daughter's ship is running early. You've got eighty minutes"
"Eighty minutes for what?" said Ben, opening the package to reveal a small, sweet smelling block of green soap.
"Eighty minutes to clean yourself up, yer filthy trucker. Or did you want to meet your little girl smelling of cockpit?"
Tears of joy ran over Ben's face as he raced to the shower block.
14 - insanephoton - Delivering Christmas to Cambridge
Here I am at Cambridge Outpost, 400 light years from home making a special delivery.
The lights of my Clipper highlight the swirling flakes of methane snow. A convoy of buggies shuttles between my ship and the outpost like ants raiding a picnic. Maybe next time I'll use a Python instead, it would be much easier for everyone.
Finally they've finished unloading my ship. The party has just got started and unfortunately I've got to leave. Bidding them farewell, I head home to my own family. With a bit of luck I might get there before the kids wake up.
15 - Erik Marcaigh - Carsnidious Walfurngums
The snuffledormpftz of a pilot couldn't believe his floony luck. He'd been given a persnipotous job yet again. Verilimonet pequots stood as silent hindrance to the task at hand. As the takalgul star shined its gouspie light upon the hull of the ship, rancorpid yuffles flew in walsuppuiel circles like ganlestely Epoks. He focused on the Walfurngums in their tarlepitous garms and said a silent pranier to the Fulns of Arunt, Waltisc, and Erunta. Sarmonic success was only yafolipple light years aweint.
"I can't believe Psykokow read all that."
"He's special, alright. Time to deliver him to the insane asylum."
16 - psykokow - Last Hope
Halfway to nowhere is a lonely place, scanner is empty of contacts. Even the planets seem dark and hostile.
“Damn 5 astrological bodies and no earth likes” The sound of his own voice helped keep loneliness at bay. He checked his log and his stomach dropped “2 years!”
Thoughts deferred from his mission to family and loved ones left behind..
A pod bleeped softly reminding of the importance of his mission and finding an Earth like for this embryo, this insect eating manufactured creature.
All it needed was an Earth Like Ecosystem to flourish, safely far enough away from home.
We've got 15 very special stories delivered to you as fast as we can. All we ask of you is that you acknowledge receipt of them by ticking three of the above boxes.
Let's hear a round of applause for insanephoton, last week's winner who set this week's topic "Special Delivery"
Psykokow hosts the Abraka-Drabble live reading show and comedy hour at 7pm GMT, Fridays on...
HUTTON ORBITAL RADIO! http://streaming.radionomy.com/HuttonOrbitalRadio (audio only)
LAVE RADIO! http://laveradio.com/ (audio only)
TWITCH! http://www.twitch.tv/psykokow/ (audio & visual)
and will also be uploaded to his You-tube channel & anywhere else he can infect the world with our drabblings!
Please vote. And a warning to all of the contestants don't vote for yourselves. Anyone caught voting for themselves will be packaged up and posted out to Alaska.
01 - Ian Phillips - Out of place
In witchspace I hear voices. During hyperspace jumps, ghosts talk to me.
I used to ignore them but lately with the longer jump times that affect the whole galaxy, I started to think that they are trying to tell me something.
I have started to listen, and sometimes make a jump just to hear them speak, but there is no meaning, no words, at least no words that I can understand.
Then on this last jump I heard real words... "special delivery".
I sat there shocked, wondering if I had heard correctly.
Until there was a knock on the hull.
02 - Galactic Midden - ..- .- .----. ... / -.. . ... - .-. --- -.--
"Drive's gone again" yelled Finn from the Cutter's helm.
"Again!" the Duke responded. "Engineering what's going on down there?". A massive explosion shook the ship in reply.
"Finn, trigger fire suppression! Repair the systems". Perilously close to the outpost the cutter began to list as what sounded like Morse began broadcasting to the outpost. "What's doing that?" Finn cried, proximity warnings blaring out.
Another explosion ripped apart the entire portside catapulting them against the bulkheads. Through an open, venting hull they stared in shock as the mysterious "things" they'd illegally salvaged 'swam' outward into the similarly blown out Hutton Orbital.
03 - STRONTIUM DOG - ahhh little ones never knew that
captain grimm barked to his staff sgt"i wanted the air wasted"via his remlock coms unit
"but i bled the airlock the air is gone sir!"his staff sgt replied with a quizzical look
"Arissa Lavigny-Duval is alive and well. she is the rightfull eir is she not?
now we need to replace the dead crew yet again" the capain replied whilst looking at the unremlocked faces of commrads past.
" get this place re pressurized and bring out ya dead after berthing the ship! "
the staff sgt then had a vision of a couple of baby federal drop ships wearing nappys
04 - Rascon - The Aprentice - part 2
The message was marked special delivery. The Hutton spy team gulped as they noticed the paw print seal on the back.
"Your task was to expand the Hutton truckers in to a new system. Let's see how you did. We still have nowhere to land our anacondas we have one more usless outpost we can claim and there are no planets we can use to race on.
Congratulations instead of getting me Barnard's star you have achieved the near impossible and expanded into a system that is even worse than we already had.
For that reason you are all fired."
05 - moose666 - The Unknown Agitator Part 2 : Intercepted delivery
The pirates strolled along the cargo bay, examining their evening's haul.
"Specialist vegetation? what's that then?"
"I dunno, lets have a look-see shall we, pass us the crowbar."
>Scrape creeeek PTANG<
The pirate looked into the canister, and suppressed a laugh.
"Well?"
"It's... a bonsai tree, sculpted... to look like, a thingy"
"A thingy? What does the manifest say?"
>Rustle<
"It's a mister tree, special delivery for 'Simon the Moofster Simoof'"
They walked over to the next cargo can.
"Isn't that the Galactic Scientific Foundation logo?"
He shrugged, and shoved in the crowbar.
>crrrrrk THUNG<
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>SLAM<
"What the hell?"
--------------------------------------------------------
The AAAA is back
06 - Frank - A convoluted set up and a weak pun
"Ooh! Those are nice designs! How much are they?"
Stan of Stan's Custom Paintjobs smiled gleefully "We are rather proud of them. We call it our Space Shell range. Is it design 'C' you're interested in?"
"No the next one along. Can I get that in a Cobra IV?"
"You're obviously a man of taste. I'm sure our designers can accommodate you. Won't be cheap though."
The customer smiled "Speed is more important than money. How quickly can you apply the skin?"
Stan phoned down to his workshop "We need a job done fast. It's a Space Shell 'D' Livery."
07 - Listeri69 - You got a beautiful chin....
'Your majesty? Are you ok'
'No Michelle. My niece Rachel told me she wanted a rabbit for her birthday so I offered to send her one via special delivery.
'"it'll need lots of stamps!" She said.
It was great advice. it certainly made it fit inside the card.
Then she calls me up today saying "Uncle David is a poopy head"
Anyway i got another rabbit and flowers they asked for a message I said can you put Rachel Is Perfect?
50c a letter they wanted, so i said just put the initials and the rabbit in a wooden box....
08 - Darkoba - Press Release: " Insane Photon In Special Delivery! Quantum Drive a Fact!"
The scientists at Ferguson-Freed had perfected the Quantum-Drive! Creating photon-pairs colliding electrons was easy enough. Placing one of the pair in a pre-determined location wasn't, until now.
Professor Freed explained to the Press-meeting:
“The mini-collider creates the photon-pair, actually only one light-particle in two places simultaneously. Location of the ‘second’ was haphazard, unpredictable; we called it the ‘Crazy-Light-Particle’ or ‘CLiP’.
“Using a combination of graviton waves, electromagnetic fields and witch-space background radiation linked to, and controlled by advanced astro-navigation systems, we can now control the point of the CLiP’s emergence into 4D-time-space.
“The Crazy-Light-Particle is subjected to precise spatial delivery.”
09 - Splendour - Not just any dry white
Hot plasma ripped through the Imperial Eagle's wing leaving a trail of recrystallizing metal.
How had it come to this? How had a successful criminal bust brought her to the brink of death?
Seizing 80 tonnes of stolen Esuseku Caviar had seriously put her in the Senator's good books, it was when he decided to serve it at a triumphal banquet it had all gone wrong.
"..of course you can't serve it without Chateau De Aegaeon. Go fetch some would you? You've got 6 hours.."
200ly jumping and scooping, loading the stupendously expensive wine, then interdiction. Damn Pirates. Damn Senators.
10 - AliJax - I can't go on like this
John, Paul, George & Ringo looked upon the commander of the Viper, drool flowed onto the switches in a constant stream like lava.
The Red Anaconda brushed into “The Middle Finger” trying to awake Joy-Joy, she fell onto the floor and gazed in awe at the sight before her – “What the 'blazes' do you four 'weasles' want” !
Paul, in his poshest scouse accent hailed Joy-Joy “we need your cargo of beer”.
She Looked at the Ordinance & said “what the 'tampax' for?”
“We are starting a Radio Station, and need to get 'hammered' before we can go on Air”
11 - Simoof - The Pundulum swings, but no clock ticks.
The courier was missing, as was the batch of 'that book' from Slough.
The P.I. had been paid well to track down the consignment. Timing was critical. The consumer planet was reaching its pinnacle of financial movement. Decembermas - money controlled the people, books controlled the future.
He had tracked the courier to a medical facility, the medic had, at a high cost, released the patient records. Blood toxins critical - possible poisoning.
The courier had been referred to another nearby facility - Why? And why Hull?
"Wa specialise in hearts n lungs." the medic contributed, "I 'spect Hull dae liver, eh?"
12 - Alien - Failed Delivery
Galactic Midden has twisted my arm to write a drabble for this week.
The topic is special delivery, unfortunately, I can't think of any special delivery to write about.
And set it in the Elite Dangerous universe.
Nope. Nothing is coming to mind.
Keep trying to rack my glass brain.
Absolutely no drabble to write.
Really hard to think of something.
Doubt I'll even manage to win anyway.
Oh wait, it has be set in the Elite Dangerous universe, doesn't it?
Alien had an antidote as cargo, but ran out of fuel.
And that's when Alien's failed delivery killed Simoof.
13 - Edith_The_Hutt - Next to Godliness
"Yo Ben! Special Delivery!" The fist-sized parcel tumbled through the Hutton Cantina air and landed roughly at the trucker's table. Ben turned, puzzled, to Bihn, the normally tacit barkeep. "Just got word from Al-Din flight tower, your daughter's ship is running early. You've got eighty minutes"
"Eighty minutes for what?" said Ben, opening the package to reveal a small, sweet smelling block of green soap.
"Eighty minutes to clean yourself up, yer filthy trucker. Or did you want to meet your little girl smelling of cockpit?"
Tears of joy ran over Ben's face as he raced to the shower block.
14 - insanephoton - Delivering Christmas to Cambridge
Here I am at Cambridge Outpost, 400 light years from home making a special delivery.
The lights of my Clipper highlight the swirling flakes of methane snow. A convoy of buggies shuttles between my ship and the outpost like ants raiding a picnic. Maybe next time I'll use a Python instead, it would be much easier for everyone.
Finally they've finished unloading my ship. The party has just got started and unfortunately I've got to leave. Bidding them farewell, I head home to my own family. With a bit of luck I might get there before the kids wake up.
15 - Erik Marcaigh - Carsnidious Walfurngums
The snuffledormpftz of a pilot couldn't believe his floony luck. He'd been given a persnipotous job yet again. Verilimonet pequots stood as silent hindrance to the task at hand. As the takalgul star shined its gouspie light upon the hull of the ship, rancorpid yuffles flew in walsuppuiel circles like ganlestely Epoks. He focused on the Walfurngums in their tarlepitous garms and said a silent pranier to the Fulns of Arunt, Waltisc, and Erunta. Sarmonic success was only yafolipple light years aweint.
"I can't believe Psykokow read all that."
"He's special, alright. Time to deliver him to the insane asylum."
16 - psykokow - Last Hope
Halfway to nowhere is a lonely place, scanner is empty of contacts. Even the planets seem dark and hostile.
“Damn 5 astrological bodies and no earth likes” The sound of his own voice helped keep loneliness at bay. He checked his log and his stomach dropped “2 years!”
Thoughts deferred from his mission to family and loved ones left behind..
A pod bleeped softly reminding of the importance of his mission and finding an Earth like for this embryo, this insect eating manufactured creature.
All it needed was an Earth Like Ecosystem to flourish, safely far enough away from home.
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