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astrodances · 3 years

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What class is the USS Klondike

That is a very good eye-opener of a question actually!

The easy/default answer is that she's a Galaxy-class ship, mainly because I haven't actually considered this question in depth before, but I guess so far that's just what I've assumed since Captain Scrooge is a parallel to Captain Picard and so many other things are TNG/DS9-era parallels for this AU, that it makes sense for the Klondike to be based on the Enterprise-D.

Tbh, that'll probably remain the case, since I don't have any immediate plans to go designing a new class or ship at the moment (though I mean, I am a huge fan of starships and spacecraft in all areas of life, so this could change in the future). And looking through the classes on Memory Alpha, none particularly jump out as a better fit (although that Luna-class is tempting...).

But let's delve a little deeper, shall we, into why the Galaxy-class is a good fit, if not as the sure-fire class then at least as a starting point for my own design.

(more under the cut)

Firstly, it's an exploration-type vessel. A must-have quality for any ship under McDuck's command. (It's gotta be able to take them to the stars.)

Second, it's a big ship. A huge, powerful ship. And besides the fact that I love big spaceships and them having a lot of rooms and all the complements and amenities you could think of (I was the type of kid who loved designing 100-story buildings with rock gyms and decked-out kitchens and super-cool basements with swimming pools and the like, and I've played The Sims all my life, you get the picture), it fits Scrooge. One, he's got the huge family, so they need the room. (And the Klondike is pretty much gonna be Duckburg in Space, so you need the room for all those underpaid employees officers, their families, citizens, sworn enemies, etc.) Second, he's the richest duck in the Federation world, but there's no need for money in said Federation (Scrooge: "The horrors!"), so I think the wealth and power and size of McDuck Manor/McDuck Industries/the Money Bin would translate nicely into a big ship for this AU. (Though back home on Earth, would he still have McDuck Manor from earlier times, if we let his immortality play out? He'd definitely still have Castle McDuck, and that little ol' cabin up in White Agony, where a certain glittering archaeologist likes to hide out between adventures, but I digress...)

(Wait totally unrelated thought but if Goldie is Vash and Magica is Q then that means after this AU's version of "Qpid" Goldie would go off with Magica to explore the galaxy through magical means, and then when Goldie comes back to station DS87 in "Q-Less", she could take over Quark's bar from there, and then the Klondike comes to port later and she and Louie team up for the bar and oh hO HO! IT WORKS!!)

*ahem* Anywho...

The Galaxy-class is a good fit for the Klondike. It's got a lot of room for all those kids running around, a well-placed engine room where the chief engineer can keep his distance from all the crazy family problems when he wants yet still be a part of things and take care of everybody in his own way, a lot of shuttles for adventuring and experimenting, and a lot of gyms and holodecks for (very-much-secret-spy-)training and unwinding (you just know that Scrooge has a holo-program of the Money Bin so he can swim around in it still).

(I just had another thought and that is, who would be the ship's CMO? And my quick answer to that was Ludwig von Drake, and since I can't remember anyone else who would be fitting, it's his sickbay now. And with Gyro as the science officer, there are two options for filling in the rest of the medical staff: 1) make a bunch of Li'l Bulbs to be nurses; 2) make a holographic program of von Drake (which we've basically seen) and have multiple copies of him running around sickbay, specializing in different things (holo-von Drake vs. the EMH doctor GO!) (I guarantee you no one on the Klondike will get hurt if they can help it - Ludwig will tell you all about his multiple degrees, and he'll do it all at once while patching up your leg when you came in for a plasma burn on your arm, and you end up staying longer for him to treat your new headache (which are rare occurrences in the world of Star Trek)); secret option 3) combine options 1 and 2, and add in Manny, who moonlights in sickbay and ends up with the reputation of "best bedside manner" even though one of the Li'l Bulbs has to do most of his handiwork for him.)

Sorry this post is turning into a lot of random AU headcanons and ramblings, but it is what it is. :) Long story short, the answer is Galaxy-class.

But if I were to design my own class? I'd start with the Galaxy and probably muscle her up a bunch in size and amenities. (Oooooh yet another random thought but if it was somehow hurricane-sized (or, y'know, compared to such a size) bc lyrics, and I called it the Hurricane-class! XD) There'd probably be a lot of personal duck universe touches added, with a hint of the Spear of Selene embedded into the hull's design (3 nacelles for the Spear's 3 legs? maybe), and as for a name, the Sunchaser-class did just cross my mind, but the one that's been with me all this post?

Aurum-class. ✨ Setting the gold standard for all of Starfleet. ;)

#Astro answers #DuckTales #Star Trek AU #I...I had fun with this #thank you for the fun ask! and live long and prosper! 🖖#long post

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a-stitch-in-time-and-space · 4 years

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QCard (Q and Picard) for the ship thing!!!

1. Who’s in your ship and is it monogamous, poly, open, etc?

Q and Picard – I don’t necessarily think they’re monogamous, in the sense that there’s the same concept as today of “exclusivity as the norm,” but they don’t have any wish to look beyond what they have. One time Q asked Picard why he wasn’t drowning in other lovers and Picard laughed on and off for fifteen minutes, before telling him those days were definitely and firmly behind him.

An alt. version is that Picard also occasionally kisses Beverly, whom he has a great relationship with, and even more occasionally Vash, with whom he has a… strange relationship.

2. Is the ship romantic in nature?

I’d say yeahhhh. But also Q is Q and so is like: “what is it with these linear beings and their need to establish everything under neat little labels?! Isn’t it enough that I like your company and are going to be together forever and we have sex?” This is the way Q announces that this was more than just an affair (Picard chokes because it came out of nowhere and was probably said one time Q just beamed in to the bridge).

3. How often do/can they see each other (due to living on different planets, having stressful jobs, etc)

Honestly, I think once Picard and Q decide that this thing really works, Q is just like, neat, wherever you go, I go!

4. What are their things to do together?

Argue over morality and sentience (how is that so many of my favourite ships in this fandom?)

Also going on big adventures!

Also Picard teaches Q to play the piano.

5. How do they say “I love you” without directly saying “I love you”?

While Q still has the powers of Q, it’s by transporting Picard to some far-off planet with something interesting going on on it and being like “Look!” (sometimes this also comes with a side of Danger). Q post-powers-of-Q becomes fascinated by traditional romantic gestures - Frequently gets into danger so Picard can come to the rescue until Picard understands what the heck is going on and asks for flowers instead, then drowns Picard’s office in flowers – it takes a fair few years for Q to learn that more isn’t always better and Q never loses that flair (Picard kind of loves that too)

Picard says I love you by going along with whatever plot Q’s come up with now. Also he plays pieces of music on the flute, which Q-post-powers realises has nothing to do with “skill” and all to do with simply wanting Q to hear him. Maybe he gets real tears in his eyes over that revelation.

6. Who unironically likes old earth movies and who suffers along?

Now you might think it’d be Q, because Q loves sampling from ye olden times, BUT actually Q is like “why would you watch these when you have a holodeck and I have godly powers????”

Picard is like “but it’s historically fascinating to see how we documented things in the ancient past – here’s some even older hieroglyphs by the way!!!!”

7. Are any of them spiritual and any of them decidedly not?

I don’t think either of them are, really, because it’s more like… we know beings with godly powers exist, and we’re kinda annoyed by them to be quite honest. Sometimes Q waxes lyrical about the fates wanting them to get together. Picard jokes that Q is fate.

8. Who’s more open about their affection and who’s more taciturn, but shows affection through unconventional means?

Q is definitely more open, while Picard is a grumpy middle-aged guy, but Q knows how to read Jean-Luc by now and can see which frown is actually a smile (and which frown means Q’s done something really bad by accident… usually Q can influence those frowns into the former kind)

9. Who likes space and who prefers a good ol’ planet?

I think they both love space the most to be honest. Travel, adventure, excitement. But Picard does have a soft spot for his family vineyard.

10. Finally, what are their favourite things about one another?

If you asked Picard he’d say he couldn’t pinpoint what it is. Q became a part of his life as surely as the Enterprise once was, or his vineyard, or his past. It wasn’t a question of whether or not he was in love with Q, it was a question of when he realised.

Q: *whilst shrugging* “I love a bald man. And his ass.”

#me procrastinating while I'm meant to do work? it's more likely than you think #qcard #jean-luc picard #tng #st: tng #star trek #meta #writing

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britesparc · 4 years

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Weekend Top Ten #450

Top Ten Characters with the Best Star Trek: The Next Generation Episodes

As I’m writing this, it’s officially Star Trek: Discovery day; the first episode of the new season is up on Netflix and ready to watch. Given how little time I manage to find for watching anything that I want to watch, I’m cautiously optimistic that I can get to see it this weekend, but we’ll see; my lovely wife might want to finally catch up with Star Trek: Picard first, which for some reason she never finished. Regardless, I’m excited, and I wanted to write about Star Trek again.

The new Star Trek series have been a bit of a roller coaster, because whilst they’ve both generally been very good, they’ve certainly had their odder and more controversial moments, and neither of them has consistently felt like classic Trek. If I had to be critical, I’d argue that there are plenty of darker adult-tinged sci-fi shows at the moment, including ones set in space, but not that many that follow the day-to-day travails of a starship crew, which as always been Trek’s raison d'être. However, both shows have succeeded in giving us some compelling stories and – especially in the case of Discovery – a fantastic cast of new characters to celebrate. Great characterisation has been the cornerstone of Trek since the beginning, and no doubt one of the reasons why it still resonates to this day, from the “Holy Trinity” of Kirk, McCoy, and Spock, through to the wonderful and insanely empathetic Saru in Discovery and Captain Sexpot Rios in Picard. The fact that we’re now in a new time period, with no established history to try to tie the narrative to, means Discovery 3 is in a great place to give us some great new stories.

Anyway, to celebrate all of this – the new season of Discovery and my overall love of Star Trek characters – I’ve decided to go back to the Next Generation well and talk about just that: characters. TNG famously hit its stride when it started focusing each story through the lens of the different characters on the show, so that we tended to get a “Worf episode” or a “Riker episode”; even the best eps, the biggest and most epic, really had a tendency to hone in on one or two characters specifically, such as the all-time classic “The Best of Both Worlds” really being about Picard and Riker, or “Yesterday’s Enterprise” being a much-belated Tasha Yar episode.

But which characters have the best episodes? That is, if you know an episode is focused on a particular character, how likely is it that it’s going to be a belter? Can you reasonably say one character was better served than another in terms of the quality of “their” episodes? Well, yes. Yes you can. That’s this list. That’s the whole thing.

So this list is basically which characters have the best episodes, or are more likely to. It’s not a list of my favourite characters, or even really a list of the best episodes overall; it’s just, well, who got to chew scenery the most on the bridge, basically. Now, I really feel like I should end this blurb with an appropriate Star Trek quote, but I must have used “Make it so” and “Engage” before, so I’m not sure what else to say.

May the Force be with you, I guess.

Picard: Yes, of course; he’s the star, he’s the stand-out actor of the bunch, he gets the best episodes. If it focuses on the captain, you can rest assured you’re in for a treat. Whether it’s an epic mythology-enhancing saga or – even better – a slower, sadder meditation on life, Picard’s episodes are engaging. Chortle. Also if there’s room for a classic Picard Monologue, all the better; I don’t know if you’ve noticed this about Patrick Stewart, but the guy can chew scenery. Key episodes: The Best of Both Worlds, The Drumhead, The Hidden Light

Worf: Worf’s complex backstory offers a lot of opportunities for great stories, with the caveat that pretty much all of them focus on Klingon history or the contrast between his heritage and his place in Starfleet. Issues of familial loyalty rub up against quasi-Shakespearean dynastic dramas, often with high adventure. You can assume a Worf ep is a good one, despite the fact that quite a few of them are also about Alexander. Key episodes: Sins of the Fathers, Redemption, Birthright

Data: everyone’s second-favourite emotionless nerd on Star Trek, Data’s eps are almost uniformly great, and often poke at what it means to be alive. There may be a bit of ground retrod as we examine the notion of humanity, or sentience, or emotion, but his episodes are always interesting, and often very funny, and Brent Spiner is a continuing delight. Key episodes: The Measure of a Man, The Offspring, Brothers

Q: is it cheating to include a recurring guest star? Maybe, but I don’t care. John de Lancy is just phenomenal as Q, one of the best Trek characters, and so good he became a My Little Pony. He’s arch, he’s hilarious, he can take the show into new directions; he raises questions of fate, or of the concept of divinity; and underneath it all there’s a malevolent streak, a genuine sense of danger exemplified in his first appearance. Pairs very well with Picard, naturally. I didn’t like the Robin Hood episode, though. Key episodes: Deja Q, Encounter at Farpoint, Q Who

Riker: he’s a Kirk-esque horn-dog ragamuffin with a heart of gold and a fist of steel, so there’s always a lot to love when William T. takes the helm (see what I did there?). Often issues of loyalty, or duty versus personal wishes, arise; he’s frequently putting his life on the Enterprise above his career. But he’s also a very moralistic character, so quite often he’ll be trying to do the right thing in tough circumstances. Key episodes: The Pegasus, Future Imperfect, Frame of Mind

Crusher: always a stand-out supporting character, Crusher has some great episodes focused on her too; usually quite a self-righteous sort who puts the immediate moral obligation above her own safety or duty to Starfleet, which raises lots of interesting, thorny questions. She’s a smart cookie, exemplified in the astounding Remember Me; her relationships with her son and with Picard are good to explore too. She also shagged a ghost, but let’s try to forget about that. Key episodes: Remember Me, Attached, Suspicions

Wesley: pigeonholed somewhat unfairly due to a few ropey first-season episodes, Wesley Crusher is actually an interesting character whose stand-out storylines offer a good deal of nuance and intrigue, as well as exciting hi-jinks, insights into the Federation, and – should you go that far – weird magic Jedi stuff. He gets a nice romance with Ashley Judd, we unpeel his relationship with Picard over multiple episodes, and the bloom comes off the rose in spectacular fashion when he gets to Starfleet Academy. Wil Wheaton was a good young actor and was sadly underserved by the show, but at least we get these eps. Key episodes: The Game, Final Mission, The First Duty

Pulaski: say whaaat? Yes, she’s only in the show for five minutes, but Doctor Pulaski gets a few crackers under her belt in that time. A bit like Crusher would later, she often excels when standing up to authority and presenting herself as a moral arbiter. Interestingly, she’s not always right, and it’s a fun dance to watch. She’s also been round the block a bit, adding facets to her relationships with other characters, particularly Riker. And, of course, she flirts with a bunch of polygons when Geordi and Data cock up the Holodeck. Key episodes: Elementary, Dear Data, Unnatural Selection, The Icarus Factor

Troi: sadly suffering in the face of a bunch of soppy romances and storylines involving her mother that are, shall we say, an acquired taste, Troi still gets some good stuff, mostly later in the series’ run. Taking her out of her comfort zone, making her a spy or an investigator, or giving her some proper dramatic meat, works wonders. Also once she was a cake. Key episodes: Face of the Enemy, Eye of the Beholder, Dark Page

LaForge: oh, Geordi. I love Georgi, but he kinda got done dirty a little bit. Always an interesting and dependable secondary character, unfortunately the bulk of his episodes as a primary character tend to revolve around him being a bit of a jerk or a bit of a creep. Obviously the most heinous sin is making a computer program based on a real person and then, well, trying to shag it, but he also has a tendency to be a dick to anyone new in Engineering. He’s even a bit of a dick to Scotty! I sometimes think the writers never quite had a handle on Geordi’s character; is he a young tech genius with poor social skills? Is he supposed to be arrogant? A wannabe lothario who’s just really unlucky? Anyway, like I say, I still love the guy to bits, and LeVar Burton is fantastic, but of all the main ensemble, his are the flakiest solo episodes. That said, the three listed here are all belters. Key episodes: The Next Phase, The Enemy, Relics

Anyway. There we are. I’ve still, as of going “to press”, not watched Discovery season 3, and my wife’s still not watched the end of season 1 of Picard. Any day now…!

#top ten #star trek #picard #discovery #the next generation #star trek discovery #star trek tng

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tincanspaceship · 6 years

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Per Aspera Ad Astra, ch.2.

hey I titled it! (Ch. 1)

Thanks to @onaperduamedee, @elissastillstands, and @speedygal for their input (thank q my pals)

this includes a bonus scene i wrote in 20 minutes at 3am.

Michael Burnham/Philippa Georgiou

word count:3322

rating:T

“That was an adventure,” Philippa groaned, swiping grey particles off her left hand. She yanked her hair out of its hasty bun, tossing the elastic into a pile of detritus.

“I’d say it was less of an adventure and more of a...poorly timed disaster,” Michael stated. Philippa snorted, picking shards of glass out of Michael’s wiry hair.

“I'd drink to that. I swear your curls are a pocket dimension, Michael.”

Michael absentmindedly wrapped a strand of Philippa's slightly charred hair around her finger.

“You know, I always wanted to touch your hair.” Philippa chucked her handful of glass and metal slivers into a rapidly-deteriorating rock pile. She ruffled her fingers through Michael's halo.

Same here.

Philippa recoiled in shock. Michael tentatively cupped Philippa’s cheek, thumb brushing across the ridges of her cheekbones.

It would seem physical contact strengthens our mental bond.

Physical contact, huh?

Michael swatted at Philippa's shoulder, a look of exaggerated fake-disgust on her face. Philippa elbowed her in the side playfully.

“Oh, you love me!” she clucked, tossing an arm around Michael's waist, her tangle of hair tickling the side of Michael's face. She grinned upwards, dirt smears across her face, a bruise enveloping the right half of her jaw, and her hands speckled with scrapes. Michael’s heart rate skipped and doubled.

“That I do, Philippa,” she said, face reddened. She glanced across the hall in a desperate attempt to hide her face from Philippa's gaze. Her eyes caught on a particular set of doors. “Let’s go on the holodeck.” Philippa raised her eyebrows.

“Are you serious? I haven't slept in forty-seven hours, thirty-two of which I have spent fighting a Vulcan splinter group, and one of which fighting a Vulcan. And, might I add, worrying about my girlfriend.”

Michael shrugged. “Ten more minutes awake won't hurt.”

And I want to see just how well this mental connection works.

Philippa smiled in resignation. “I suppose you're right. Do you have somewhere in mind?” Michael's smile almost split her face in two.

“I do.” She keyed in a code into the blue panel beside the almond doors, scratching her left heel with the tip of her other boot. Philippa saw the brilliant, somewhat devilish smile that pulled at the corner of Michael's lips. Philippa snuck up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. She pressed her nose against Michael's neck and inhaled deeply, almost tasting the military Starfleet soap.

First order of business:Get Michael some better soap that doesn't smell like metal and bureaucracy.

Michael's rolling laughter reminded her of their connection. Philippa's cheeks reddened. Michael finished her work with an exaggerated stab at the screen.

Close your eyes.

Philippa obliged, eyes firmly shut. She felt the doors open and Michael wiggle out so their embrace. Philippa strained to pick up on Michael's thoughts, even as five fingertips rested between her shoulders, pushing her forwards. Her boots sank into something of similar quality to sand, if not that. She stumbled. Michael caught her.

“Open your eyes, my Philip-pa,” she murmured, popping the last syllable. Michael's breath warmed her neck as her eyes opened. Philippa's breath caught in her throat.

“Damn, Burnham,” she breathed. A beach of black sand, coating her boots, rippled with olive green in tiger stripes. Grey vines that shot upwards in perfect coils. A sea that seemed more glass than liquid, slowly overtaking the sand. And a long, flat, moss-covered rock, extending far into the water. “Where is this?”

“It's on Tli’cor III. Mostly. I may have made some adjustments. As in, nothing is trying to kill you,” she chuckled. Philippa snorted. She reached for Michael’s hand.

It's beautiful.

I did my best…

Philippa pressed a kiss against Michael's lips. Michael's hands came to the nape of her neck, playing with tangled chunks of hair. She felt Philippa deepen their kiss, her hands clasping the back of Michael’s shirt. Her grip shifted, and her hands tried to grab a bruise etched into Michael's back. Michael whimpered. The pain blasted into Philippa's mind.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Michael, I'm so sorry, she responded, the kiss broken and their foreheads together, her fingers stroking Michael's shoulders.

It's just sore. Your fingernails are sharp.

Shouldn't you have gotten someone to look at that?

Alien shame prickled at the back of Philippa's neck.

...I didn't want to add to their work. There's too many people in Sickbay already…

Michael, it takes three seconds to run a regenerator over your back.

“And it's their job,” she finished, with a sigh. Michael dusted herself off and kissed Philippa's forehead, slipping out of her arms and snatching her hand.

“Next time, I promise. For now…” she jerked her head in the direction of the rock outcropping. Philippa followed her lead, rubbing her eye with the palm of her hand. The sand crunched under her feet.

Michael, I have a question…

Philippa tightened her grip on Michael’s fingers.

Why did you wait so long to tell me you love me?

...Why did you? Michael deflected the question.

Because–well-I'm not sure. I suppose I thought that as a Captain, it was my...job? To keep love out of my mind.

You shouldn't have thought that.

I know.

Michael settled on the cool grey surface of the rock, unzipping her boots and lining them up next to her. Her feet dropped into the water, ripples spreading across the deserted sea. Philippa’s shoes were kicked off her feet, followed by her socks, as she curled up next to Michael.

“I'm glad you talked me into this,” she murmured, toes stretching above pine-green sand. Michael smiled as she fumbled for the zipper on her jacket. Philippa pulled the collar up, and guided Michael's fingers to the metallic tab.

A quiet mental thank you flew into Philippa's mind. Michael discarded her jacket over her boots. Philippa tucked her head into Michael's shoulder, fingers brushing over the defined muscles in her arms, the soft cotton of her shirt pressing into Philippa's cheek.

I'm sorry I waited so long, Philippa.

Michael's arm came up to drape across Philippa's back, fingers splayed along her neck. Her other hand reached across her lap to grab at Philippa's.

And I don't know what made me wait. I wanted to just...give you valentines and wake up with you next to me, to make coffee with you at midnight and kiss you until I couldn't breathe. Other things that girlfriends do, I don't know. But I only realised I loved you after two straight shifts of admiring your hair.

Philippa lifted her head out of its position. She levelled her eyes with Michael's.

I love you, you idiot. Come here.

Her lips collided with Michael's, the rough texture of her gnawed-on lips against Michael's smooth skin. Whatever traces of lipstick remained on Michael's lips was now on Philippa's in blotches. Curls tickled at their foreheads. Michael tugged at Philippa's jacket and unfastened it in one swoop, pulling it off her shoulders and tossing it away, Michael's hands found their spot just above Philippa's waist, the ribbed fabric of the tank shirt against her hands, and Michael, in one swift motion, leant back and whispered.

“Hold on.”

“Wha–”

They slid off the rock and plunged into the sea.

Philippa clutched Michael tightly as they sank, head buried in her neck. She squeezed her eyes closed, holding her breath. Warm water enveloped her.

Michael, what the fuck are you doing!? she screeched.

Breathe.

Are you insane?

Trust me.

Philippa opened her mouth and inhaled. Air refilled her lungs‍‍‍‍, cooling her panic. Her eyes blinked open.

Some warning would be nice next time, Michael, she grumbled.

Come on! Michael's bouncy excitement overtook Philippa’s grumpy attitude.

I'm too tired for this.

They landed on the sea floor, toes shrouded in a dusty green cloud. Michael bounded forwards, dragging Philippa behind her. A strange pale shape sat under the water in the distance, hidden in shadow.

What’s that, Michael?

You'll find out soon.

Philippa leaped off the bed of sand and flipped forwards, landing perfectly atop Michael's shoulders, who almost tripped. Philippa stroked Michael's hair, the once-straightened strands curled.

Tell me!

Michael craned her neck backwards, grinning.

I've prepared for this, you know, she stated.

Her hands grabbed Philippa's calves, feet kicking backwards and back arching. She threw Philippa off her shoulders, converting the extra momentum into a roll. Philippa glided into a patch of dust, feet digging into the sand.

“I've taught you well!” she called. Michael dove and tackled Philippa, both floating to the ground in slow motion.

You did, Philippa.

Philippa's weight shifted, and in a split-second, she pinned Michael to the ground. She beamed and rolled off, lying in the sand next to her.

God, I’m tired, Philippa groaned.

Just a few more minutes.

Michael pulled herself up, yawning. She struggled to her feet. Her hand stretched out to Philippa, who took it gratefully, fingers locked around her wrist. Michael's heels dug into the sand.

I did a class on fighting in low-g and unusual environments back at the Academy, Philippa mused.

You capitalise academy while thinking?

You do–Shut up! she huffed. Michael could feel the spiteful glare in her soul.

I'd be happy for you to shut me up.

Oh, seriously?!

Michael's poker face cracked. Philippa sighed, dusting her hands across her thighs. She shook her head.

Towards that strange blob.

Philippa followed Michael's guide, bouncing across the sand. Her hand reached for Michael's as she blinked in an attempt to lighten her eyelids. Their hands connected, Michael squeezing her fingers in reassurance.

I have approximately fifteen minutes before I fall asleep standing up. Keep it quick, Mikey.

Michael stopped abruptly, Philippa almost slamming into her. She scooped Philippa up, who let out a tiny giggle and rested her head against Michael's collarbone, hands wrapped around her neck. The gentle bouncing of Michael's steps almost lured her into sleep. She shut her eyes, Michael's thoughts puttering in the back of her mind.

We're here, Philippa.

She opened her eyes halfway, leaning up to press a kiss to Michael's chin before sliding out of her arms. Her hair drifted into her face.

Cool...Philippa managed, starry-eyed.

Philippa stared at the ruins in front of her, white and gold bright against the mossy green of the sea floor. A castle tower sat slanted in the middle, surrounded by slabs of crumbling walls. A fragment of scalloped roofing stood balanced across the walls.

A large shard of ceramic sat at Philippa's feet. She ran her free hand over the worn edges, sticking her foot into a solid hold. Her hands clutched the top. They pushed at the same time as she kicked off, blasting herself towards the spire. She landed on the carved marble-like piece of roofing, flinging herself off the edge and gliding to the nearest handhold, ten feet down from the top of the tower. Michael gaped at her from the ground.

“Come on, Michael!” she shouted, although the water muted her words. Michael begrudgingly shouted some commands, and floated up to Philippa's height. Michael reached out for her hand, wrapping her fingers around her wrist and heaving herself onto the cylindrical platform.

Wipe that goddamn smirk off your face, Georgiou, Michael grumbled.

Philippa's grin broadened, despite the dark circles under her eyes.

Never!

Michael sighed and flopped onto her back. Philippa stretched her legs out, propped up on her elbows. She shuffled one hand until it touched Michael's forearm.

I have a question.

Another one? Michael pretended to complain.

Do you think we'll get married?

A few moments of silence spread between them.

Would it be presumptuous to say yes?

I don't think so.

I always thought the idea of supposedly traditional marriage was frivolous.

I had to attend many as a child and found that they were incredibly stuffy. And boring. Philippa stifled a laugh.

But I feel my mother would be rather...unhappy if I got married without her there.

Oh, my family would be very much assholes about it. Although…

Michael felt Philippa's brain churning. A mischievous smile came to her lips.

We could play a pretty hilarious prank.

Hmm?

My family still thinks I'm straight, with the exception of my mother. And they'd still associate Michael with a man…

Holy shit, Philippa. You are evil.

So if we get married, we'll do an actual marriage, just us doing something fun, and one where you get to see the very last homophobic family in the Sol system realize their relative is ‘a gay’.

Your family is garbage.

Serves them right. My mother will be falling over laughing the entire time.

Did you ever plan your wedding as a child? I was informed that was something normal children do.

Philippa chuckled.

I did, and I always wanted to do something non-traditional. Considering my family pitched a fit when my cousin wore a blue dress instead of a white one to her wedding, I could only dream.

How does anyone like that still exist?

I don't know. But my mental wife's appearance changed every time I thought about it. Except...oh, I can't believe I almost forgot about this! She wore lace gloves, always. Black ones. I found a pattern on the replicator for them, some vintage outfit. I printed them out, shoved them under my bed. I still have them.

Wow. I...never thought about marrying someone as a child. I had one relationship as a teenager, and it consisted mostly of making out behind the VSA building.

Philippa snorted in disbelief. Michael shrugged.

I mean, she was good at it. Her parents were not happy when they realized she'd been dating me. Sarek was...irritated that I hadn't told him. Amanda was perfectly fine with it. Sybok punched me in the shoulder and said ‘That's my sister. Get the girls!’

She smiled fondly at the memory.

Michael, I hate to interrupt your reminiscing, but I am three minutes away from collapsing.

Oh, I'm sorry! Her cheeks reddened.

“Float!” she ordered, and she and Philippa began to rise up to the surface of the water. The reflecting patterns sketched across Philippa's skin enhanced her exhaustion, the purple under her eyes more vibrant. Michael brushed her knuckles against Philippa's cheek.

Do you want me to carry you back to your quarters?

Normally I'd refuse, but if you don't mind…

They broke the film of water, heads bobbing above the surface. Michael towed Philippa the few extra meters to shore, who showed her gratitude by weakly splashing Michael's face.

Stop it.

No.

Please?

Michael pouted like a child, bottom lip extended and eyes wide.

You're lucky you’re so cute.

Michael picked Philippa up, carrying her over to their jackets and shoes. She slipped on her boots, handing Philippa hers and draping both jackets over her torso, in a substitute for a blanket.

Will you care if I fall asleep on our walk to my quarters?

Not at all, though I might have to wake you up when I put you to bed.

I'm not a five year old. Shut up.

The water evaporated off them as they exited the holodeck, Philippa twisting a strand of Michael's hair lazily around her fingers.

“We should punch a hole through our shared wall,” Philippa muttered, incoherent. Michael raised an eyebrow.

“Should we, now?”

“Uh-huh. And you should get rid of your bridge chair. You can sit on my lap.” Philippa's toes stretched and wiggled. Michael's eyebrow almost reached her hairline.

“I think Starfleet wouldn't like that.”

“Who needs Starfleet? I have you.” Saru rounded the corner, staring at Philippa's form huddled tightly into Michael's.

“I'm gonna take a nap, Mikey.”

“That's fine.”

Saru inhaled deeply and brushed past the pair, locking eyes with Michael, who shrugged. He blinked and opened his mouth, raising a finger, then thought better and continued on his way.

“Who was that? Didn't even say hello. How rude.” Michael punched in the code to Philippa's door,

“That was Saru,” Michael began, stepping into the familiar room of Philippa's quarters, “And he didn't say hello because I’m carrying you through the hallway. Which isn't a thing captains and first officers do often.” Philippa scoffed as Michael pulled back the sheets of her bed and tucked her inside.

“Why not?” Michael crawled into the mess of blankets, shutting off the light at the same time.

“You are a five year old. And because most of the time that's not something they have to do.” Philippa shuffled closer to Michael, who wrapped her arms around her waist and let Philippa snuggle into her. Philippa hummed with content.

“‘Night, Burnham.”

“Sweet dreams.”

—

Waking up in Michael's tight hug gave Philippa a positive outlook before the day had started. She grinned, refreshed, and pressed a kiss to Michael's lips to wake her up. She slipped out of her husk of blankets and replicated new uniforms for them as Michael woke up. Philippa's practiced speed of switching her uniforms came from years of experience. She finished pinning her badge when a bleary Michael stumbled into the room.

“Good morning, my lovely.” Michael groaned in response. Philippa chuckled and threw her new uniform in her general direction.

“Good morning to you, too,” she grumbled, traipsing back into Philippa's bedroom.

Philippa programmed the replicator for breakfast, picking her mug of coffee and croissant out of the tray and setting Michael's out for her. She leant back in her chair. In the back of her mind she could swear a few words from Michael's panicked mental rambling had worked their way into her head.

“What time is it?” Michael mumbled, plunking into a chair across from Philippa, taking a huge bite out of her croissant. Her hair was still unkempt, her uniform already creased.

“0755, Michael. You've got five minutes.” The remainder of Michael’s pastry was stuffed unceremoniously into her mouth as she asked the replicator for a hairbrush. She began to pull at her hair in a desperate attempt to keep it orderly. Philippa drank the last of her coffee and rested her hand on Michael's wrist, gently tugging the brush out of her grasp.

“Philippa–”

“It's fine, Michael. You don't need to keep it straightened all the time.” She ran a hand through Michael's curls.

And trust me, do not wear lipstick.

“Why not?” Michael questioned, between gulps of coffee.

“Just trust me.”

Michael shrugged and swept all the crumbs off her shirt. “We should go.” Philippa linked their arms.

“Onward!” she cried, dragging Michael along with her into the turbolift. The doors shut.

“Bridge,” Michael stated. She barely managed to get the words out before Philippa pulled her in for a bruising kiss, her hands around Michael's waist and thumbs pressing her against the wall. Michael stuck her fingers into Philippa's hair, toying with the messy strands. Philippa's lips pressed harder against Michael’s. Her hand rose to cup Michael's chin, the other still firmly pinning Michael to the wall.

Am I doing okay, Philippa?

Awkward but perfect, Burnham.

The ding of the lift and Saru’s tiny cough was enough to pull them out of their haze. Michael reddened. Philippa pulled herself off of Michael, seemingly still composed. She strode onto the bridge, placing her hands on the empty display in front of her. Michael retreated farther into the elevator.

Philippa smiled, all eyes on her.

“Well,” she started, a glint in her eye, “that's one way to find out your captain and first officer are dating.” A few chuckles emanated from the crowd. Michael shuffled of the lift, still mortified. She swallowed her embarrassment and stepped up next to Philippa, wrapping her arm around her waist. She smiled, just a tiny bit, and dipped Philippa into a dramatic, old-movie kiss, their thoughts blasting through each other's minds. Cheers rose from the bridge crew, a few whoop!’s from Ensign Connor’s director. Saru clapped, a fatherly expression on his face.

Awkward but perfect, Philippa?

Awkward but perfect.

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Kirk Prime grieving

If we ignore Star Trek: Generations. And if Jim outlived Bones as Spock did, there’s a good chance Jim was alive on the Enterprise E waiting in their shared quarters when Spock was taken into the anomaly. Beware, this post will squash your heart, put it together, and then tear it apart again.

He would have felt their bond severed because quantum mechanics. How painful it must have been for Jim. Imagine how heart broken he was. How soon do you think the grief would have overwhelmed him? He saw what happened through the window and he knows. Poor Jim is alone. Because everyone he knew is dead. Spock was the last one. Imagine Jim wavering through the stages of grief taking it pretty hard. Jim’s in denial that Spock is truly gone from his life. He packs what belongings they brought with them and notices their Enterprise crew family portrait is missing. He assumes Spock took it and that he is coming back soon. Spock knew he was going to die and took it with him because he rather not be alone because he discovered he has the onset of Bendii’s.. And Jim was right, he will die alone. Spock preferred not to bring Jim with him and wanted to be remembered the way Jim sees him now than a illogical,wasting irrational Vulcan. Spock wanted to spare Jim of seeing him fall apart.

Jim is approached by Picard who merely says, “I grieve with thee.” and Jim just has a forced smile thanking him for the comment. Jim thinks Spock could have survived. He could have survived. And he is hallucinating. The medical officer checks Jim over and recommends Jim goes to Vulcan to a healer to help him. Jim is approached by Geordi La Forge who knows how he feels about losing a loved one. Jim feels insulted because Geordi lost Data once not twice. Geordi mentions how they lost Data previously to a collector. Jim is dumbfounded. Geordi makes the point that Data came back just like Spock did and he is grateful for that, he also tells him that Spock would likely not want him to be going down that road. Geordi is right. Geordi asks if Jim still has some friends or family to be with him. Jim doesn’t feel appropriate to visit Peter Kirk’s family or Joanna’s grandchildren. He doesn’t feel himself at the moment to visit family. Jim sees Spock throughout the day and he has to remind himself that his Vulcan is gone. He then realizes he could have gone with Spock. He could have spared himself being alone. The Enterprise takes a few days to get to Vulcan. Jim gets a message from Deanna and Riker. He gets one from Alexander who is on another ship including a visit from Wesley.

Tryla Scott, a engineer, approaches Jim and tells him of how Uhura had raised her grandfather with Christine Chapel while being a product of Scotty and Uhura’s DNA. He grandmother raised her with some help from Scotty when she would not get her head out of hover cars while fixing them. Her father was a science officer. Tryla only knew Scotty for such a short period of time before he passed and offers her shoulder for him to cry on. She’s a commander by this point after her career was restarted for a fair chance at climbing the ladder due to the parasite’s involvement. Jim sees a lot of Uhura in Tryla and the twinkle in her eye that Scotty would have. Jim is thrilled to meet someone like her. He tells her stories of Scotty that he hadn’t written in his autobiography. Jim tells her some stories of Nyota Uhura’s time on the Enterprise. The embarrassing ones. They both share laughs at the humiliating Uhura stories. It helped them both with their still aching loss for their close friends. Tryla has to go on her shift and makes the wish that they had more time to talk with the sentence starter “If only. . .”

Jim wonders what would have happened if Spock got there in time. If the sun never went supernova. If Spock came back then everything would be okay. If the Vulcan managed to succeed. If he could go back in time and beam Spock out from his death. . . Jim then does research about the age of the planet’s sun to discover it was done by someone. It was set to supernova prematurely. Jim is outraged. He goes into a holodeck and sets up a room full of breakables. A replica of his quarters post the wrath of khan in San Francisco. He destroys everything. And he terminates the program with wet, teary red eyes and struggles to regain his composure. He goes past several ensigns, Klingons, who are going to have exercise in the holodeck. Jim visits the counselor of the USS Enterprise E. He needs someone to talk to. He drinks some hot chocolate and talks about how he is feeling lately. It’s a good session. Jim leaves the counselors office feeling better but depressed. He has had nightmares of different time where his father died heroically, growing up reckless and bold and his brother running away, and meeting Bones on a recruitment shuttle. And nearly losing Captain Pike to a mad Romulan. Spock and he not on good terms with a love-hate relationship. Spock, alive, alone---it’s his worst nightmare when he sees a dream of Spock in a cave during the ride to Vulcan. “James Tiberius Kirk, how did you find me?” with what relief was in his voice. That dream made him wake up crying. Jim’s certain its his mind plying tricks on him and that his wish for Spock to be alive is torturing him.

He is mellowing out and spends most of his time in the quarters with a headache. The headache is painful and it is hurting. It feels like someone yanked his entire being out. The noble, living organic half is gone. And all that is left is a vulnerable man with glasses and a big, kind helpful heart. Jim weathers it because he has gone through worse. He thinks of the Tarsus Nine and it makes him even more depressed because he is the only one left. Everyone he knew is gone, enemies, frenemies, old friends, and so on. Koloth is gone. Trelane is still around but he refers to himself as Q. Those Jim knew personally from his time are gone. The new people here make Jim feel like he doesn’t belong. Like he is a relic of a golden era. That is bygone. He expects Spock by his side and McCoy,too. It feels unreal not to have them. It makes Jim feel emotional how he is still alive when Spock was supposed to be the one who outlived the crew. Not Jim. When he’s alone on the way to the healer he talks to himself. It’s helpful for Jim to feel not alone and it comforts him that they are with him in some way. He sent his findings to Star Fleet with the entire report written in caps. He arrives to the healers place of work and he doesn’t look fine himself. The severed bond is repaired and his mental shields are put full throttle up. Jim leaves Vulcan and goes to Riverside to the old house. Sometimes he thinks he hears McCoy talking to him. The medicine Doctor Crusher had given him when he came to her ‘med bay’ is working with the hallucinations and they don’t continue as the severed bond condition has been taken care of. Jim’s nightmares get worse. Spock meeting Spock. Seeing his Spock looking down at the photograph. Awakening in the middle of the night from that image. He recalls a conversation he shared with McCoy when they were sitting back and relaxing on shore leave from a recent adventure on the USS Enterprise A contemplating a point made by one of the natives regarding how powerful of a force the triumvirate are. Largely considered a entity on the planet. “What are we, science or magic?” “A tragedy,darlin'.”

He has machines that take care of the house when he doesn’t feel like it. Jim eats less and does not go to town often. He is utterly depressed. And these nightmares are not helping. Jim sleeps in often and he attempts to make a new life without Spock. Somehow,four months later a stray cat sneaks into his house and curls up beside Jim on a empty bed. The cat makes Jim a lot better. He ends up adopting a lot of stray cats and taking care of them and ooops, he’s the neighborhood catman. McCoy would have been highly amused. Jim can hear his husbands comment on this in his mind. The kids on the farm come pouring in with rat problems and Jim happily gives away the kittens the cats make when they are old enough. Before Jim knows it, he has moved on and accepted that Spock’s gone now. Now all that is left is that one cat which entered his life. Christmas was a blurr to him and he doesn’t remember celebrating it nor Halloween or thanksgiving. Jim feels light on his feet and himself again with a cat perched on his shoulder when he goes to town. No one is surprised anymore with the cat that has no eyes. Jim calls the cat David. Jim, a retired admiral living off his pension, goes sailing with the cat to distract himself. The pain’s better now. Just a gentle ache in his heart. And goes out of his way to help people he comes across. The cat is usually on his shoulder. The cat is what wakes Jim up every morning and comes over to him to be petted when he is feeling sour/bitter/sad. It can sense these things. One day, David acts strangely in the morning. Jim lets him out and attends to house chores when he sees a familiar figure in the hall. He drops the empty mug. The machines clean the mess as Jim processes what he just saw. He admonishes himself for thinking who he thinks it is because they are dead and he is not. It breaks his heart to see a hallucination. Jim shoves down that heartbreak and vaporizes it internally. He gets another mug and makes himself coffee. He misses Spock and McCoy. He misses McCoy worrying about Jim and his health. Spock gently reassuring the doctor that he is fine even some reassurance from Jim himself. He misses hearing them and seeing them. He misses his crew. His sleeping habits have improved because of the cats and the nightmares are over.

Tryla gets a promotion to captaincy earlier so then she arrives to Riverside. She is excited to talk face to Face with her grandmother’s mother’s commanding officer because he feels like family and tell him the news rather than talk through messaging. Jim had been sending message after message to her regarding Scotty and Uhura that spills to stories about the core command crew. She could make a collection of stories or a documentary series with Jim as the talking head in them. She would rather make it when it feels appropriate. He had so much time on his hands. He did the recording in front of a aesthetically pleasing wall. He just sent her that morning a copy of the holovid he sent to Spock for becoming Ambassador because he ran out of stories to tell. She drives the hover-car rental to the Kirk residence. She get out then knocks on the door until she notices the door is unlocked. She calls Jim out as the camera goes through each room that is empty and intact. The kitchen,the living room, the dining room, the guest rooms, the closet,the bathrooms, as Star trek: TOS song plays gradually turning into the cinematic version of it, and the main bedroom with the bed made where above it is portraits of the crew. Tryla grows frantic searching for Jim until she gets to the backyard. Jim is lying by the garden motionless with his eyes open and wearing gloves with a garden shovel resembling Voyager in his right hand. It is even modeled and designed to be that way. Try attempts to resuscitate him and calls the authorities. Jim Kirk died alone. He is formally pronounced dead thirteen minutes later. Somewhere, far away,Spock just arrived into a alternate timeline with a severed bond. It is guaranteed with his ailment, he will not die alone.

The End.

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Weekend Top Ten #413

Top Ten Episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation

So, the Star Trek: Picard of it all. At the time of writing I’ve only seen the first episode, and although it was a touch exposition-heavy, and bounced to a slightly distracting degree from one location and event to another (France! San Francisco! Japan!), it was really very impressive. It felt utterly like a sequel to the Next Generation era, whilst also feeling like something new (my wife compared it to Blade Runner). A more contemplative sci-fi experience, which suits the legacy of the series.

I’ve talked a little about Star Trek before. The Original Series is one of those things that’s baked into popular culture at this point, like Superman and Star Wars. I’ve no idea when I first heard of it, but I don’t remember not knowing who Kirk and Spock were. But I never watched it, even in repeats (not the way I watched, say, Batman ’66). I came to Trek through the films, chiefly The One with the Whales and, later on, Wrath of Khan and Undiscovered Country. The first thing I remember about The Next Generation was my cousins telling me that this week the captain is taken over by the Borg; I have a funny feeling that the first episode I saw was “The Best of Both Worlds, Part II”, with the whole “Resistance is futile” bit coming in the “Previously on…” section. And, to be honest, I wasn’t hooked. I didn’t really get into it until my teens, through repeats. But I saw enough for it to become my favourite of all Treks, and – like the original cast – I saw the movies and fell in love even more (Star Trek: Insurrection was one of the first films my now-wife and I saw together as a couple).

The 2009 reboot movie, and subsequent Kelvin Timeline universe, have been interesting and often entertaining, but they’ve not felt like “proper” Star Trek to me. A bit too flashy and gung-ho, more like space adventure movies; I feel like Trek should be more like Close Encounters and less like Star Wars. That’s not to say they weren’t enjoyable, just not Trek-y enough (and the less said about the second half of Into Darkness the better). I loved the original universe, with its sense of history and its forward momentum; my favourite stuff from the Kelvin ‘verse was the knowledge about life after Star Trek: Nemesis, with the destruction of Romulus and all of that. I wondered what Picard thought of it, how it played out politically, how the Federation had responded. Really, I just wanted to know what my favourite characters were up to. Was Riker still captain of the Titan? Did Crusher go back to Starfleet Medical? Was Geordi still being creepy on the holodeck? And did Data stay dead? With Discovery being another prequel series, I thought it might be a long time before we got any answers.

And so to Picard, a series I kinda thought I’d never see. Something I was very keen on was to go back and re-watch all of The Next Generation in preparation. I say “re-watch” but it turns out I’d seen a whole lot less of it than I thought, or at least had forgotten most of it. So it’s been a wonderful and rewarding experience for me, Code of Honor notwithstanding. I feel I’ve got a much better and more rounded view of the characters and the series than I ever had, which is nice. And it was fun in the first episode of Picard to spot some of the deep-cut references, from Bruce Maddox to Captain Picard Day.

Anyway, this is a really, really long preamble for me to say that this week’s Top Ten is my favourite episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation.

The Best of Both Worlds, Parts I & II (Season 3, Episode 26/Season 4, Episode 1): yes, both parts; it’s inseparable to me. Massive and dramatic but loads of great character stuff: Riker becoming captain, Picard as a Borg, Guinan… Star Trek’s Lord of the Rings.

The Drumhead (4-21): a brilliant examination of institutionalised prejudice, honour, justice… but really what sticks in the mind is arguably Picard’s best speech, when he explains the concept of a “drumhead trial”. Outstanding stuff from Patrick Stewart.

The Measure of a Man (2-9): another fantastic courtroom drama episode, another brilliant Stewart monologue. This also has the benefit of being an existential look at what constitutes life, and potentially seeds plot points in Star Trek: Picard.

All Good Things… (7-25): one of the greatest finales of all time, it has everything: Stewart on top form, trippy timey-wimey shenanigans, the Enterprise blowing up, Q… and an incredibly touching final scene. The sky’s the limit indeed.

Family (4-2): after the epic bombast of both Worlds, we come back down to Earth, literally, as a broken Picard recuperates at his family chateau and mends fences with his disapproving brother. An unusual but simply beautiful episode of TNG.

The Inner Light (5-25): boy, these are all Patrick Stewart showpieces aren’t they? Here Picard lives a full life in forty minutes as an alien probe shows him the death of a civilisation. Incredibly bittersweet and an episode that left subtle character ripples.

Sarek (3-23): bringing back an iconic Trek character is one thing, but giving him a tragic mental illness, one that feels very true but also suitably sci-fi, is a masterstroke. Brilliant performances from Mark Lenard and, yes, Patrick Stewart.

Chain of Command, Part II (6-11): Part I has some cool sneaky stuff and tense character work on the Enterprise, but Part II is where the meat’s at: a phenomenal Stewart cruelly tortured by a terrifying David Warner. Star Trek does 1984, superbly.

Remember Me (4-5): woah, a non-Picard-centric episode! Gates McFadden on fine form as Crusher questions her sanity on a ship with disappearing crew, the Twilight Zone premise artfully realised in a gripping bottle episode.

Q Who (2-16): arguably, this is where TNG really begins. The always delightful Q brings our heroes face to face with the franchise’s Big Bad, the Borg. Here they are unknown, terrifying, unlike anything we’ve seen before; the seeds of so many stories are sown.

This was quite a tricky list to formulate, to be honest. The top half was fairly set, but there could have been any of a dozen episodes bringing up the rear. Another bottle ep that I adore is “Disaster”, which manages to be goofy, great fun, tense, and have some superb character work. Similarly I’m surprised I didn’t find room for “Yesterday’s Enterprise”, another iconic episode and another of the timey-wimey ones I love so much. And Q only appears twice, both times in episodes that don’t really centre on his brand of off-beat humour. It’s also interesting that so many of my favourites centre around Picard, and so many of them seem to – at this stage – feature plot elements that are going to be referenced in the new series (Bruce Maddox, artificial life, Romulans, the Borg… I hope Q gets a look-in too!). Anyway, TNG is great, I’m loving Picard, and what more is there to say?

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