TF9’s Ferengi Week: Flash Fiction Contest
Ferengi Week: Flash Fiction Contest
“Home is where the heart is, but the stars are made of latinum.” – 75th Rule of Acquisition
Flash fiction, which includes vignettes, is a very short narrative that captures a moment or an image in words. Here we have a lovely scene created by JetFreak that will inspire your piece of flash fiction. Your entry can be related in any way to the image presented but must be 300 words or less. Brevity, as they say, is the soul of wit!
- Entries must be 300 words or fewer. Submission directly into the competition box is preferred, but you may link to a Google Doc or other web document as long as the sharing is set correctly; invalid links will not be judged.
- Entries must be related to the image, but need not describe the scene, as they can instead be inspired by it. The connection between the story and the image must be clear.
- Entries are not required to have a beginning, middle, and end (i.e. a narrative) but they should contain a complete thought or moment.
- Entries will be judged on creativity, adherence to Star Trek canon, style, and adherence to the prompt. Grammar and spelling will not be important judging criteria but will be used to break ties.
Please read through and view each competition submission before making your decisions. As a general rule of thumb, the earliest person who submitted a fully correct entry should earn first place, although this may vary depending on the competition you hosted. Don't forget to compare each entry with your criteria as a rubric for grading! Feel free to contact the Chief of Staff if you have any questions about the judging process.
|Jackson Porter||2115||The hum of the tractor beam emitters filed the bridge as Marek sat back in the captain’s seat. He had just finished negotiating with the two Cardassian ships that had arrived at the battlefield where several Klingon ships lay in pieces. “Marek, the two Cardassian ships are moving off. Looks like we’re in the clear for this salvage!” Marek smiled. “Good to see the Cardassians being a little nicer these days.” The tactical officer chuckled. “It might have something to do with the Federation fleet that’s less than a light year away.” Marek snorted. “Hew-mans. They think they own the galaxy.” A couple other officers chuckled. Glancing down at his console, Marek noticed that the Klingon ship they were towing had life signs. “Why am I suddenly detecting life signs aboard that ship?” he demanded. “I-I don’t know, DaiMon!” the tactical officer replied. “Wait! I’m detecting transporter activity aboard the Klingon ship…Cardassian transporters! They’re beaming objects off the ship!” Marek slammed his console. “Those Cardassians tricked me! Raise our weapons!” “What? We’re no match for one, let alone two-” “I SAID RAISE WEAPONS!” Marek jumped over to the tactical console and activated the weapons array. “THAT should get their attention.” And it did. The two Cardassian ships stopped, turned around, and charged their weapons and shields. “Attention Ferengi cruiser. Power down your systems and prepare to be boarded.” The bridge crew all looked around nervously at each other. Marek reached under his chair and pulled out his personal hand phaser. The others did similar at their stations. “Not a problem,” Marek replied. “We await your teams.”||2020-10-24 02:31:14|
|Felrak Vordenna||2187||*Not Bad For A Day's Marauding* “I… I don’t… Want to… Bregg!” “We’re not gonna do anything stupid, just load up the torpedoes and show ‘em we mean business.” “Ferengi vessel.” A Cardassian droned over comms, “You have entered a salvage yard in Cardassian territory. Retreat or you will be fired upon. You have five minutes.” Dek quivered, sweating and wringing his hands, “But… What if they…?” “Load the torpedoes, Daimon!” Bregg yelled, exasperated. “We’ve got plenty, and they’re only Galors – they won’t risk it for a bunch of Klingon scrap.” “I don’t know, Bregg…” Bregg rolled his eyes. He knew this was going to happen sooner or later. When Dek outbid him ten bricks for the Daimoncy he hadn’t batted an eye. Sometimes, it just didn’t matter how much latinum you had when you were this damn incompetent. One way or another, it was always going to become Bregg’s Marauder. He motioned to a pair of officers manning the tactical systems, then gestured towards his flustered commanding officer, giving them the nod. A disruptor bolt shot towards Dek, killing him instantly. Bregg stepped over the corpse, checking the pulse just to make sure. “Well, gentlemen, it certainly is a shame our Daimon has received such a severe plasma burn from the conduit overload. I’m sure you can make the arrangements for his dessication, right after loading those torpedoes.” Bregg re-seated himself, now in the command chair. He grinned. He had rid himself of a competitor and acquired the Daimoncy, all in ten minutes. All without spending a strip!||2020-10-23 04:00:36|
|Vausees Vax||2184||Ferengi: To Klingon's, these are but ships of war but to us Ferengi...a profit.||2020-10-20 06:33:22|
|Jana Dixon||2180||A derelict Klingon warbird! Oh how lucky could I be? In all of my years of trading and making latinum, I never came onto a prize like this! Who do I sell it to? How much Latinum can I make off of this? I can only dream as a couple of my fellow Ferengi ships seem to see this prize as well. Instantly, I order my tac minion to set the tractor beam onto my prize. I want to tell my fellow traders that "This prize is mine... and mine alone!" Once the tractor beam locks onto the warbird, I can feel my smile widening. I can see the Latinum flowing into my coiffeurs! I maneuver my ship in front of my fellow Ferengi. It is time to tell them that I hit the jackpot. They will not take what is mine. If I have to defend my prize, I will! No one is going to take me away from all of the Latinum bars that I see coming. As my fellow ships fly away, I think to myself.... "Who can I sell this to?" Not the Klingons. That would be bad for business. The Cardassians are worse. They don't see profit. Maybe a world that needs technology? Yes! That is it! Once my fellow Ferengi are out of range, I set course for the nearest world that would give me profit. Glory Days will come! I can feel it!||2020-10-20 01:42:22|