Ecliptic Rift

Another edition of Friday Flash Fiction. I should update the last few weeks for links and such tonight or tomorrow.

This week, we turn our attention to the Syndicate region. “Formed by a handful of Intaki exiles in the wake of the first Caldari-Gallente war, the Syndicate today runs a thriving region of the same name on the fringes of Gallente space, providing a useful haven for less savory Federal citizens and outright outlaws. Denied the right to colonize planets in the region, the Syndicate instead operates exclusively from its network of autonomous stations, each of which is run by a station manager who is undisputed master of his own fief.”

Ooh. Black markets and scoundrels…

But he does.

No, I don’t haz fat. Not in this context, anyway. But the prompt for this week’s Friday flash fiction comes as a well-known line from another galaxy far, far away from ours, just like the New Eden cluster:

I have a bad feeling about this…

Who has a bad feeling? Why? Should they? Let us know!

EDIT:

OOPS! I thought I had this scheduled… sigh. /o\

If this Saturday posting continues, I’ll have to rename the series.

This week’s prompt: deep space scanner probes. You don’t have to write about the bookmark sorta-nerf, of course. If you can’t find fiction inspiration in exploration and probing, then nobody can help you… Which could provide inspiration all on its own!

I know, I’m a day late for “Friday” flash fiction. Travel and illness distracted me, so I apologize. And if you haven’t participated before, be sure to check out the setup.

But this week, we write about Crielere, which has re-entered the news here lately. You might tie your story to the Crielere Incident or something more individualistic or mundane.

So last week didn’t get as many entries as I would have liked, including mine. This week’s prompt is pregnant with possibility and should lend itself to a little more emotion and character sketching.

“If only…”

I won’t even present ideas this time because you likely have all sorts of thoughts in your head from your own life already.

• allvan
• Casiella Truza
• CptAnthony
• Jorshan
• Mark726
• Nestor

Momentum! Get your keyboards ready, you have a few days to put something together for this week’s Friday Flash Fiction…

This week’s prompt:

Capital Ship Assembly Array

Nullsec alliances often depend on them, plus they have that gorgeous Minmatar aesthetic. Will you write about a pilot pulling a ship out? A mechanic working in one? A broker trying to sell one to an alliance? Let us know!

Links:

• Myrhial Arkenath
• Nestor

You are here. Or there. Or someone is.

This week’s prompt:

Audesder.

You could of course write about the Audesder incident (which might require a bit of research). But you could alternately just write about a capsuleer with business there, or someone who hails from that system and now finds themselves elsewhere in the cluster, or even a drink named after the place. Ideas?

Links:

• Casiella Truza
• Jorshan
• Nestor

I promise to update previous weeks with the links and get back on the ball! /me dodges Myrhial’s look of burning fire.

So anyway, this week’s prompt:

“Should you be doing that?”

Links

• Allvan
• Casiella Truza
• Ciarente Roth
• Jorshan
• Minuit Soleil
• Myrhial Arkenath
• Nestor

Welcome to another week of Friday Flash Fiction!

This week’s prompt: Polycarbon Engine Housing. “This ship modification is designed to increase ship’s velocity and maneuverability at the expense of armor amount.”

So what’s your story? A mechanic jury-rigging a ship? Race pilots swapping tales? Materials scientists planning an advance that will make billions of ISK for their megacorp? Whatever it is, write it on your blog and link it here in a comment!

Links

• Allvan
• Casiella Truza
• Jorshan
• meatay
• Myrhial Arkenath
• PsycheDiver
• Ulystar

Yes, I know it’s Saturday and not Friday.

This week’s prompt: Etherium Reach.

Perhaps you’ll write of a researcher getting involved with rogue drones, or capsuleer alliances, or CONCORD conspiracies… let us see!

Links

• Allvan
• Myrhial
• Nestor
• Seraphina Oriana