#fanfic with tribbles

[amethysttribble]

Father had personally asked Feanor to stand for this portrait, so he was. Father had quietly suggested that perhaps this could be a painless exercise, which did not actually mean ‘painless’ but rather ‘silent’ for Feanor, but he agreed. Father told him this painting did not symbolize anything but his own desire to have a record of all his available loved ones around him, and Feanor was trying to see it that way- for the sake of his own sanity.

Because his stomach was roiling, and there was a heaviness in his chest, a great emptiness which his heart was pounding against, echoing, echoing, echoing.

Father had one hand on Feanor’s shoulder and the other was upon Indis’s. She was sat in front of them, smiling beautifully, little golden-haired Arafinwe in her lap. Around them, her three dark-haired children were gathered. Findis on Father’s other side, Nolofinwe with her, and Lalwen in front of Feanor.

To the unaware eye, Feanor knew, they must all look like they matched. Like they went together correctly. Like a family.

When the portrait was complete and those dark haired children were gathered around the mother and father, who would guess that one child was out of place? Who might glance at all that paint representing their faces and think anything but-

You could almost be her son, Feanor thought, and then his mind replied, But you’re not.

He was so still and he dared not move, because if he did, he’d never get back in place. If Feanor flinched once, the sharp, jagged pieces of him that never fit right in this puzzle would scratch one of them. They’d be annoyed and that would be it: he’d combust in anger, he’d shatter across the floor, snapping and snarling at everyone unnecessarily until he ruined their perfect little scene. Father said this might be a painless exercise. No, no; this was to be a silent, still exercise.

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

How good a painter was this person Father hired? How varied his faces? Would he capture that Feanor’s nose resembled that of none of the people here? Could he represent that his frame was already different from his father and little half-brother’s?

Would he lie and throw a pleased smile on Feanor’s face? Not even Father had asked him to smile.

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

Feanor’s presence made them fit together so symmetrically, maybe that was pleasing enough to hide the wrongness of this scene. Maybe that’s why Father made him come here today, the pretty scene. Why he asked him to suffer, even as the longer he stood here, the more and more Feanor felt like he was about to be sick all over the floor.

A ghost, a ghost, there was a ghost looming over their shoulders ruining this perfectly symmetrical scene. Couldn’t they feel her breathing down their necks, icy chill against sweat? Didn’t their perfectly posed heads feel her long, clever fingers wrapped lovingly around their necks?

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

Feanor’s gaze slipped down to the back of Indis’s head. Her beautiful golden hair. She didn’t wear a crown, this was a family portrait, and that felt worse. So much worse.

If he let his eyes unfocus and his mind wander, he could try to lie to himself that her hair was much lighter and the faces of the children around them more closely resembled his own. The woman in front of him loved him, and she fussed over his hair before they sat for this portrait, and he’d let her do it.

The worst part was Feanor did know that Indis would help him with the ties of his robes, if only he let her.

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

She’s not, she’s not, she’s not. It was a simple statement of fact. It was scandal enough that the father replaced the wife, when one at least chose a wife, but what freak replaced his own mother?

What would the people who saw this portrait think? Would they see Finwe’s happy family or would they see Feanor’s blaring, uncomfortable intrusion upon what gods and men declared to be a better order of things? Father wanted him to belong here, but he didn’t.

He just didn’t.

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

A painless exercise. Painless, painless, painless, for them. Silent, still Feanor, a happy accessory to the triumphant union of Finwe and Indis, a grateful stray dog permitted to drink from the bowls provided by Indis’s family.

This exercise was just meant to capture the image of all Finwe loved, nothing more. Don’t think too hard about it, Feanor. You might make the children unhappy.

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

You should pretend you are, though. That’ll make them like you.

Because they did so disdain him, most of the time. They disliked how he glared at their mother and started fights at family dinners and ignored them in the hallways. Why shouldn’t they? Feanor would hate a person who did those things to his family, too.

He just couldn’t stop, though. He wanted to, sometimes, when the exhaustion and loneliness caught up, and then he remembered that he wasn’t Indis’s son and never would be, and remembering that made him angry. Wouldn’t it just be so damn convenient for them all if he was almost her son?

But he wasn’t.

He was Miriel’s son. That was her name. He had no portrait with her. He loved her.

He loved Miriel, but it was Indis he posed with and-

When the session was done, Feanor jerked away from his father and shoved his way past Lalwen. As he went, Indis looked up at him, caught his eye, and he couldn’t help the sneer that crossed his face.

He hoped that was painless enough for her.

When he returned to his chamber, he went to the wash room and heaved in the pot there. The gagging and retching made wetness prick his eyes, and the sudden tightness of throat made him choke all the harder. The sickness and heaving stayed long past when there was anything in his stomach to lose.

No one came. Feanor hoped maybe Father would, but really, why would he? Feanor had been mostly good, just a little rudeness wasn’t worth either reprimand or comfort.

No, they were together. Maybe admiring their portrait, happy and pleased, or complaining about his behavior again. Really, why couldnt that Curufinwe just accept nice things?

I need to get out of here, Feanor thought, face and body wet with both sweat and tears. I need to leave this place.

He was a good son, and he could do anything else his father wanted but betray his mother any more.

Feanor couldn’t pose as Indis’s son even a second longer. He would destroy himself, if he had to think one more time-

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

#I understand what it’s like to be surrounded by people all telling you that you belong and it’s okay and just /be nice/ #just play ball and settle and you can everything in the world #but you know you don’t belong #and you never will #and pretending is killing you #you won’t you can’t and you’re just so fucking sick of them pretending you can fit if you’re just /nice enough/ #because they’re lying to you and themselves #just don’t be angry?? omg why are you angry? stop being angry and enjoy what we say you should want teehee #anyway I love feanor and don’t think he should have just gotten over his mothers death #tolkien #the silmarillion #feanor #tribble post #fanfic

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[aki-draws-things]

For the sake of me writing more and more and MORE angst. 🙂🙂 I present you the fic I will most likely NEVER write because this wip just caused me anxiety... 😂 No, honestly.. If anyone wants to take this plot Tribble for themselves amd go ahead and make the most painfully heartbreaking thing ever, be my guest. I'd read it, but not sure I'll ever write more than little wips...

Enjoy...

(@miii-chaaan i said I was writing pain... I wrote pain. That's perhaps a little too much pain.)

Married Icemav, but at one point Mav is deadly sure his husband is cheating, disappearing for days, being unusually silent, not telling him where he goes, who he sees, only answering as "it's classified" over and over. He never doubted him, not like that, but now he does and damn, that hurts so much.

So he throws himself into tests and flying and everything to keep his mind away from that as long as possible.

Things just keep getting worse, though, ice receives calls at any given hour, he leaves in the dead of the night without explanation, throwing clothes on so fast, hell, even half tripping over the chair, waking Mav up. He's tempted of following, he wants to know, he wants to understand what ended wrong between them, making Ice take such a decision of cheating so blatantly. But he doesn't, because he still wants to trust him, somehow. Because something in the back of his mind tells him that Ice still loves him, and he must have valid reasons for acting that way.

Besides, Ice still is his guardian angel, keeping him out of bigger and bigger troubles with other admirals, so he must still love his husband, right?

Until he's called back at top gun, and Ice is not answering a single text he sent for a couple of days on a row, and now Mav is worried. Did something happen to him? Is he sick? Or just so damn busy? So busy not to text him? Not even a little good morning? Or goodnight? Nothing?

Well, Ice shows up at top gun too, in full uniform, but with disheveled hair and red eyes, like he spent the whole flight there crying his eyes out and just barely managed to stop. It's a sight Mav absolutely hates as he runs up to him, checks him all over, hands brushing over his face and cheeks and the dam just breaks again, and they both slid on the tarmac in front of the little daggers, and a shocked Mav too. But Ice, oh, he just can't stop sobbing so hard, so loud, so fucking desperate.

"how? How did you do it, Pete?" Mav can hear between the sobs, and he'd be damned if that doesn't break his heart despite not understanding. "when Carole passed?"

What? What about her? Ice knew well how he made it after, he was there, he stood at his side, he held him as he cried, as he lost the one who was like a sister to him. Ice knew, why was he asking now? "when goose--"

He chokes on his words, trembles, breaks into a louder sob and maybe, maybe Mav understands now, not completely, not everything, just a little little bit. But he has no answers for him, all he can do is kneel there and hold his admiral so tight, so close, until he will be ready to tell him.

At the funeral ice can't get out a single word, he should give a speech, as the higher rank between them, as the best friend. He should be the one saying a couple of words to remember Slider because he was his RIO, and they've been glued to each other since forever. But he can't.

Mav calls him the best RIO he ever flew with after Goose. One who deserved the world. The sky. Everything. One who stayed by Ice's side through everything, who looked at him with so much pride that made him, Ice husband, feel jealous. Mav is, in the end, the first to punch the wings on the coffin, even though they never called each other friends, it was left unspoken, but it was real. A pilot and his RIO, like ice and Slider. Like him and Goose.

Ice still doesn't tell him everything, just that he was there, holding his hand as life slipped away, further and further, like Mav did with Carole, just the same. And he's sorry, for not telling him, for keeping it a secret, but that's what Ron asked him to, not wanting Mav to know, because it would be too painful for him. Too much.

There's a will left, nothing official, a letter, old-fashioned, that gets delivered to Mav a couple days later, from Slider, in a crooked handwriting, trembling, and damn, it's almost painful to read it too.

"make it alright." it says, and Mav knows he's talking about Rooster, still looking out for him, still being who baby Goose called Uncle Sli. "once more, I leave my pilot in your care, he'll need you, more than ever."

But he needed you too, Ron. Mav finds himself thinking as he reads through.

"be good to him, understand him. Stay with him when he'll try to push you away, he will, I know that stubborn cat our Admiral is. Fly with him. Fly him to the sky. And when night comes show him the way back home."

He knew those words, Mav thought, holding the letter close to his chest. He nodded to the empty room, like answering a silent plea.

"I wish we had more time, Slide..."

He muttered before reading the final lines and break into a choked laughter.

"wish we had more time, Pete. It had been a honor flying with you. Until next time."

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[startrek-by-secret]

THE TRIBBLES!!!! OUR FAVOURITE BISEXUAL ALIEN SPECIES! I love them. And I love how they incorporated the old footage into ds9.

#absolutely in love #tribbles #TRIBBLES!!!!!! #star trek #ds9 #star trek ds9 #star trek fandom #deep space 9 #star trek tos #odo #worf #julian bashir #miles o'brien #uhura #our queen #pavel chekov #a person I have read an unhealthy amount of fanfic about #mainly because I was looking for sulu fanfics but there were only fics when he was shipped with chekov lmao

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 2) Chapter Twelve

Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Twelve: Trouble with Spies

Summary: Tribbles and infestations in the quadrotriticale are not the issues (Y/N) wants to deal with. Spies are a little more interesting.

            Spock and (Y/N) walked back onto the Bridge, expecting to have to deal with how to smooth over the incident with the Klingons; instead, though, they found a room filled with tribbles. On the consoles, on the seats, on the bannisters, the trilling creatures were everywhere.

            “Wow. Uhura, how has your tribble managed to multiply this much?” asked (Y/N), picking up several tribbles and depositing to the side of their console.

            “I have no idea,” sighed Uhura. “I got one. At least they’re cute.” She happily petted the one sitting with her.

            “Troublesome, though,” said Spock as he removed the tribbles from his station.

            “Dr. McCoy, how did these get on the Bridge?” asked Kirk. “You were looking over them in Sickbay.

            Bones shrugged. “It’s the tribbles that keep multiplying. We can’t stop it. Or, at least, we haven’t figured out a way. But if we don’t get them off this ship, we’re going to be hip deep in them.”

            “Would you explain that?” asked Kirk.

            “Well, the nearest thing I can figure out is that they’re born pregnant,” said Bones. “Which seems to be quite a time saver.” He chuckled. “And from my observations, it seems they’re bisexual, reproducing with whatever tribbles are around them at will. And boy do they got a lot of will.”

            “Captain, I am forced to agree with the Doctor,” said Spock. “I’ve been running computations on their rate of reproduction. The figures are taking an alarming direction. They are consuming our surprise and returning nothing.”

            “Oh, but they do give us something, Mr. Spock,” said Uhura vehemently. “They give us love. Well, Cyrano Jones says that a tribble is the only love money can buy.”

            “Uhura, even I like the emotions the tribbles create in us, but they’re interrupting our work and disrupting our life,” said (Y/N). “We need to figure out a way to remove them from the ship.”

            Uhura sighed, knowing they were right. “I know.”

            “Get the maintenance crew to clean up the entire ship,” said Kirk. “And then contact Mr. Lurry and tell him I’m beaming down.”

            “Aye, aye, sir,” said Uhura.

            “Have him find Cyrano Jones and hold him,” ordered Kirk. He sighed. “And get these tribbles off the bridge. (L/N), Spock, with me.”

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            “Captain Kirk, I’m mystified at your tone of voice,” said Jones incredulously. His friendly tone was belied by the nerves of his emotions. “I’ve done nothing to warrant such severe treatment.”

            “Oh, really?” said Kirk.

            “Press him, he’s nervous,” murmured (Y/N) to Spock.

            He listened to them. “Surely you must have realized what would happen if you removed the tribbles from their predator-filled environment into an environment where their natural multiplicative proclivities would have no restraining factors.”

            “Well, of course…What did you say?” Jones was thoroughly confused.

            All the better for Spock to press him further. “By removing the tribbles from their natural habitat, you have, so to speak, removed the cork from the bottle and allowed the genie to escape,” he said.

            “Well, if by that you mean do they breed quickly, well, of course!” Jones chuckled. “That’s how I maintain my stock. But breeding animals isn’t against regulations, only breeding dangerous ones. And tribbles are not dangerous.”

            “Just incredibly prolific,” remarked Kirk dryly.

            “Precisely, and at six credits a head—eh, well, that is, body—it mounts up,” said Jones happily. He stood hurriedly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

            Kirk stopped him. “You ought to sell an instruction manual with those things.”

            “If I did, what would happen to man’s search for knowledge?” asked Jones. “Well, I must be tending to my ship. Au revoir.” He left before they could say another word.

            As he left, Baris and Darvin walked into the meeting room.

            “Go ahead, sir, tell him,” said Darvin.

            “Captain Kirk, I consider your security measures a disgrace!” declared Baris. “In my opinion, you have taken this entire very important project far too lightly!”

            “On the contrary, sir, I think of this project as very important,” said Kirk. “It is you I take lightly.”

            “I am going to report fully, to the proper authorities, that you have given free and complete access to this station to a man who is quite probably a Klingon agent!” cried Baris.

            Spock raised an eyebrow. “That is a very serious charge.”

            (Y/N) crossed their arms. “A Klingon agent? Who?”

            “The man who just walked out of here!” said Baris.

            (Y/N) deadpanned. “Cyrano Jones—a Klingon agent?”

            “You heard me,” said Baris.

            “They did. They simply could not believe their ears,” said Spock.

            “What evidence do you have that Jones is a Klingon agent?” asked (Y/N).

            Baris’s smug emotions were overpowering as he continued. “My assistant here has kept Mr. Jones under close surveillance for quite some time, and his actions have been most suspicious,” said Baris in satisfaction. “I believe he was involved in that little altercation between your men.”

            “Anything else?” That is flimsy. The most involved Jones was was drinking at the bar while we had our “altercation.”

            “Well, Lieutenant, I checked his ship’s log, and it seems he was within the Klingon sphere of influence less than four months ago,” said Darvin.

            (Y/N) cocked their head. Even Baris’s assistant had such negative and fervent emotions that they cringed.

            “The man is an independent scout. It’s quite possible that he is also a Klingon spy!” cried Baris.

            “Spock, what do you think?” remarked (Y/N).

            “We have already checked on the background of Mr. Cyrano Jones. He is a licensed asteroid locator and prospector. He’s never broken the law, at least not severely, and for the past seven years, with his one-man spaceship, he has obtained a marginal living by engaging in the buying and selling of rare merchandise,” said Spock. He sighed slightly. “Including, unfortunately, tribbles.”

            “But he is after my grain!” cried Baris.

            “Do you have any proof of that?” sighed Kirk.

            “You can’t deny he’s disrupted this station,” said Darvin angrily. His emotions were a bundle of nerves and anger. The nerves were unusual, but the anger was as strong as Baris’s.

            “People have disrupted stations before without being Klingon agents,” said Kirk. “Sometimes all they need is a title, Mr. Baris. Unfortunately, disrupting a space station is not an offense. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a ship to tend to. Au revoir.”

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            Aboard the Enterprise, tribbles had taken over the entire ship. They were in every meeting room, everyone’s quarters, and even the cafeterias and food dispensers.

            “It’s even in my tea,” sighed (Y/N), putting down their cup sadly.

            “Fascinating,” murmured Spock as his food came out covered in tribbles.

            “They spread through the ship so quickly,” observed (Y/N). “It’s not just their multiplication that’s impressive, it’s their ability to spread, too.”

            Spock nodded. “Most likely, they found their way into an air vent.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Like the air vents that go to the space station?”

            Spock furrowed his brow worriedly. “And the storage compartments.”

            “Oh, no. The quadrotriticale,” realized (Y/N). “We have to tell the Captain.”

            Spock nodded, and in sync, they put down their food and drinks and quickly left to get Kirk and return to the space station. Disaster may have struck the precious grain.

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            “What’s wrong?” asked Baris as he and Lurry met Kirk, Spock, and (Y/N).

            “Plenty, if what we think has happened has happened,” said Kirk grimly.

            He led the way to the quadrotriticale storage containers where two guards stood watch.

            “Guard, is that door secure?” asked Kirk.

            “Yes, sir, nothing could get in,” said the guard.

            “Good. Uh, open it,” said Kirk.

            The guard pressed in the code and tried to open the door, but it didn’t budge. “It’s not working, sir. It seems to be stuck.”

            (Y/N) sucked in a breath. That wasn’t a good sign.

            “Here, let me try,” said Kirk. Still, the door didn’t budge.

            (Y/N) stepped up and pulled at the trapdoor of the container. They successfully slid it open, and as they did, hundreds, no, thousands or tribbles tumbled out down and around in a fluffy avalanche. Kirk was buried in them, but Spock reached out and pulled (Y/N) out of the torrent of the tribbles. They stumbled back into him, and his hands rested on their arms to steady them as their back pressed against his front. It was an intimate position for “colleagues,” but (Y/N) and Spock didn’t mind since their hearts felt more than just friendship for one another.

            Finally, Kirk freed himself from the pile of tribbles. Spock removed himself from (Y/N)’s side as business returned to normal, and he picked up a tribble.

            “They seem to be gorged,” he observed.

        ��   “Gorged?! On my grain?!” cried Baris. “Kirk, I am going to hold you responsible! There must be thousands.”

            “Hundreds of thousands,” agreed (Y/N).

            “1,771,561. That’s assuming one tribble, multiplying with an average litter of ten, producing a new generation every twelve hours over a period of three days,” said Spock logically.

            “And that’s assuming they got here three days ago,” sighed Kirk.

            “And allowing for the amount of grain consumed and the volume of the storage compartment,” added Spock.

            “Kirk, you should’ve known!” cried Baris. “You are responsible for turning the development project into a total disaster. And I am through being intimidated, Kirk!”

            (Y/N) sighed as his stupid anger burned. It was growing irritating.

            “Now, you have insulted me. You have ignored me. You-you’ve walked all over me,” declared Baris. “You have abused your authority, and you have rejected my requests. And this, this is the result. I am going to hold you responsible, Kirk.”

            “Mr. Baris, I’ll hold you in irons if you don’t shut up,” said Kirk, clearly over the situation and Baris’s dramatics.

            “Jim!” said the (strangely) cheerful voice of Bones as he walked into the room. “I think I’ve got it. All we have to do is quit feeding them! We quit feeding them; they stop breeding.”

            I feel like I’ve entered a farce, thought (Y/N).

            Kirk sighed. “Now he tells me.”

            “Captain, this tribble is dead,” said Spock, frowning.

            (Y/N) examined a few others. “So are these.”

            Bones scanned the mountain of tribbles. “A lot of them are dead. A lot of them are alive, but they won’t be for long.”

            I think I’d feel sadder if they’re not already repopulating on our ship, thought (Y/N).

            “A logical assumption is that there is something in the grain,” said Spock.

            “Yes. Bones, I want the tribbles, the grain, everything analyzed,” said Kirk. “I want to know what killed these tribbles.”

            “I haven’t figured out what keeps them alive yet,” said Bones. Another tribble fell from the open hatch onto Kirk’s head, and Kirk deadpanned. Bones held up his hands. “Alright, if I find out anything, I’ll let you know.”

            “That isn’t going to do you any good, Kirk,” said Baris. “This project is ruined, and Starfleet is going to heart about it, and when they do, they will have a Board of Inquiry, and they will roast you alive. And I am going to be there, Kirk, to enjoy every moment of it.”

            “Until that Board of Inquiry, I’m still the Captain, and as Captain, I want two things done. First, find Cyrano Jones, and second, close that door.” Poor Kirk was still getting hit by tribbles periodically falling from the container.

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            “Really, Captain Kirk, I must protest this treatment,” cried Jones as guards pushed him and his handful of tribbles into Lurry’s office.

            “Ah, Mr. Jones, and an armful,” said Kirk. “A couple questions—”

            “Captain Kirk!” said Koloth, storming into the office.

            (Y/N) scowled as Kolax followed him in. Not only were the Klingons’ emotions a negative cloud, but (Y/N) didn’t want to see Kolax after his insults. Spock’s eyes narrowed as he saw Kolax, and he stepped up beside (Y/N). If Kolax tried to approach them, he’d have to deal with a tall, imposing, strong Vulcan prepared to protect his Celian.

            “Yes, what do you want?” asked Kirk, keeping his tone polite but starting to lose it as the situation got more and more difficult to handle.

            “An official apology, addressed to the Klingon High Command. I expect you to assume full responsibility for the persecution of Klingon nationals in this quadrant,” declared Koloth.

            “An apology?” repeated Kirk incredulously.

            “Yes. You’ve harassed my men,” said Koloth. “You’ve treated them like criminals. You’ve been most uncourteous, Captain Kirk.”

            “Uncourteous?” Spock raised an eyebrow, drawing attention to himself. “I believe it was first your own First Officer to insult one of our officers.” Spock glanced at (Y/N), and everyone understood what he meant.

            Kolax knew Vulcans avoided conflict, but he had the distinct impression that he should stay silent as Spock’s level gaze fell onto him. There was something warning in his eyes, and Kolax wasn’t going to mess with it.

            (Y/N), on the other hand, felt perfectly safe beside Spock. In fact, they turned a little pink as Spock defended them in his logical, Vulcan way.

            Koloth coughed slightly as Spock caught the Klingons’ lie. “Well, that may be, but if you don’t want a diplomatic incident, you’ll still—”

            “No, Kirk, you can’t let him!” cried Baris, joining the conversation. “That will give them the wedge they need to claim Sherman’s Planet.”

            “I believe that more than the word of an aggrieved Klingon commander would be necessary for that, Mr. Baris,” said Spock coolly.

            Koloth was determined to win his battle, though. “Mr. Spock, as far as Sherman’s Planet is concerned, Captain Kirk has given it to us already.”

            (Y/N) cocked their head. Happiness had entered Koloth’s emotions, which made sense if he believed Sherman’s Planet would be the Klingon’s, but alongside it was a dull happiness associate with satisfaction. They had a suspicion the Klingons were up to something. Obviously, the insults had been planned in order to create a conflict that was “started” by Starfleet, but there was something else going on. After all, something was wrong with the grain.

            (Y/N) looked at Kirk and nodded. Their observations matched with the theories Spock had come up with.

            “Well, we’ll see about that,” said Kirk, responding to Koloth. “But before I take any official action, I’d like to know just what happened. Who put the tribbles in the quadrotriticale, and what was in the grain that killed them?”

            “Captain Kirk, before you go on, may I make a request?” asked Koloth.

            Kirk sighed. “Yes?”

            “Can you get those things out of here?” Koloth gestured distastefully at the tribbles in Jones’s arms.

            Kirk waved a hand, and the guards picked up the tribbles. As they went to the door, it slid open, and Darvin and Bones appeared. The tribbles screeched as they grew close to Darvin.

            (Y/N) cocked their head. “Remarkable,” said Spock.

            “Hold on a minute,” said Kirk. He glanced at Jones. “I thought you said tribbles liked everyone.”

            “Well, they do,” said Jones. “I can’t understand it. The last time I saw them act this way was—

            “—at the bar. With the Klingons,” realized (Y/N). They walked over to the guards and picked up a tribble. Bringing it near to Kolax and Koloth, (Y/N) saw the tribble screech and try to get away. “Tribbles don’t like Klingons.” They pushed the tribble a bit closer, and they smirked as Kolax jerked back. Next, (Y/N) brought it to Spock. The tribble didn’t react. “They like Vulcans, though.” (Y/N) grinned at Spock.

            “Obviously, tribbles are very perceptive creatures,” said Spock.

            “Obviously,” teased (Y/N). They took it to Baris. “They like you, too. I guess their taste is somewhat questionable.” Finally, (Y/N) brought it to Darvin. The tribble screeched vehemently. They cocked their head. “But they don’t like you, Darvin. Why is that?” They noticed the obvious nerves coating his emotions. He was full of anxiety.

            Kirk nodded to Bones. “Check him.”

            Bones took his tricorder and scanned Darvin. “Heartbeat is all wrong. His body temperature is…” Bones’s eyes widened. “Jim, this man is a Klingon.”

            Spock automatically stepped up beside (Y/N) in case Darvin tried anything.

            “A Klingon?!” cried Baris.

            “I wonder what Starfleet Command will say about that,” remarked Kirk coolly to Baris, making an obvious point. “What about the grain, Bones?”

            “Oh, yes, it was poisoned,” said Bones.

            “Poisoned?!” cried Baris.

            “Yes, there was an implanted a virus,” said Bones. “The virus turns into an inert material in the bloodstream. And the more an organism eats, the more inert matter is built up, so after two or three days, it would reach a point of where they couldn’t take in enough nourishment to survive. The tribbles starved to death.”

            “In a storage compartment full of grain, they starved to death,” said Kirk.

            “That is essentially it,” said Bones.

            (Y/N) held the tribble out towards Darvin again. Darvin jerked back as it screeched angrily. “Mr. Darvin, have anything to say?”

            “No,” said Darvin, but his anxiety couldn’t be hidden from (Y/N). They held the tribble closer, and Darvin flinched. “Alright! I poisoned the grain! Take them away.”

            “And the tribbles had nothing to do with it?” asked (Y/N).

            “I don’t know—I never saw one before in my life, and I hope I never see one of those fuzzy, miserable things again,” said Darvin.

            “I’m sure that can be arranged,” said Spock, protectively staying beside (Y/N) as Darvin stared daggers at the tribble and them.

            “Guards,” ordered Kirk. “Take him.” Darvin was unhappily escorted out to a waiting holding cell.

            Baris coughed uncomfortably. “If you’ll excuse me, Captain.” He made an exit before Kirk could point out that Starfleet wouldn’t care about Kirk’s “unhelpfulness” in comparison to Baris employing a Klingon spy.

            Kirk turned to Koloth. “Now, Captain Koloth, about that apology…”

            “Yes?” challenged Koloth.

            “You have six hours to get your ship out of Federation territory,” said Kirk curtly.

            Koloth, knowing he couldn’t fight since he was undoubtedly connected to Darvin, made a hasty exit with Kolax. (Y/N) smirked at his scared expression.

            “That was satisfying,” they said to Spock.

            Spock quirked an eyebrow in an expression of amusement. “Yes. I imagine it was.” It was for him as well. Spock enjoyed seeing the man who had insulted (Y/N) so nervous and fearful. It was very satisfying.

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            “Captain, Starfleet was able to divert that freighter,” said Spock as Kirk walked into the Bridge.

            “Good. That means Sherman’s Planet will get its quadrotriticale only a few weeks late,” said Kirk. He glanced around hesitantly. He saw no tribbles and frowned. “I don’t see any tribbles around here.”

            “And you won’t find a tribble on this entire ship, Jim,” said Bones proudly.

            “Bones, how’d you do that?” asked Kirk.

            Bones coughed. “Well, I cannot take credit for another man’s work. Scotty did it.”

            “Scotty! Where are the tribbles?” asked Kirk.

            Scotty blinked uncomfortably. “Oh, uh, Captain, it was really Mx. (L/N)’s recommendation.”

            “Of course. (L/N)?” asked Kirk.

            (Y/N) smiled awkwardly. “Well, Spock did the actual calculations.”

            “Mr. Spock?” asked Kirk, raising an eyebrow.

            Spock cleared his throat and crossed his arms. “Based on computer analysis, of course, taking into account the possibilities of—”

            “Gentlemen, I don’t want to interrupt this mutual admiration society, but I’d like to know where the tribbles are,” said Kirk.

            “Tell him, Spock,” said Bones.

            Spock avoided the question. “Well, it was Mr. Scott who performed the actual engineering.”

            Kirk heaved a sigh. “Mr. Scott. Where are the tribbles?”

            Scotty cleared his throat. “I used the transporter, Captain.”

            “You used the transporter?” Kirk furrowed his brow in confusion.

            “Aye,” replied Scotty.

            “Well, where did you transport them?” questioned Kirk. Everyone avoided his gaze. “Scotty, you didn’t transport them into space, did you?”

            “Captain Kirk, that’d be inhuman,” said Scotty, aghast.

            “Well, where are they?” asked Kirk.

            “I gave them a good home, sir,” said Scotty.

            “Where?” demanded Kirk.

            “I gave them to the Klingons, sir,” said Scotty.

            Kirk’s eyes widened. “You have them to the Klingons?”

            “Aye, sir. Before they went into warp, I transported the whole kit and caboodle into their engine room,” said Scotty, clearly pleased with himself.

            “Where they’ll be no ‘tribble’ at all,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            Kirk smothered a laugh and failed. He, Bones, and Scotty chuckled at (Y/N)’s pun while they just grinned. Spock even raised an eyebrow in amusement. (Y/N) was happy, and that was what mattered.

Taglist:

@a-ofzest

@grippleback-galaxy

@genderfluid-anime-goth

@groovy-lady

@im-making-an-effort

@unending-screaming

#logos and pathos #s'chn t'gai spock #ambassador spock #star trek spock #mister spock #spock #tos spock #spock x reader #star trek the original series #star trek fanfic #star trek tos #star trek #star trek x reader #tribbles #trouble with tribbles #x reader #x gn reader #gn reader #x nb reader #nb reader

[aquamonstra]

We finally get the real explanation for both how Data ended up adopting Spot AND how there could be un-neutered male cats running around a Starship.

Podfic of Starcat Distribution System, written and read by RobotBoyfriend

length: 7:45 minutes

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#podfic #fanfic #fanfiction #star trek #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #data soong #commander data #data star trek #spot the cat #spot star trek #cat distribution system #tribbles

[elephant-in-the-pride-parade]

Despite my endless love for KJ and Chakotay (and mountain of WIPs) I have accidentally stumbled my way into a Denzit/Q fic. ...

Damnit, now it has chapters. 🤣🙈

#Denzit Janeway #Kathryn Janeway / Q #i need the plot bunnies to stop appearing #there are too many #and they replicate like tribbles #plot tribbles #worse than bunnies #star trek: voyager #beyer books #voyager fanfic #elephantwrites

[saritaadam]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Characters: Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk Additional Tags: Trans Character, Trans Male Character, Trans James T. Kirk, Tattoos, flower tattoos

Summary: The flower tattoos on Jim's chest fascinate Spock, almost as much as the man himself does.

A small spirk fic I wrote over a year ago for the USS Tribble Threat discord servers zine that never came to be, but I decided it was time for it to be publish on the internet.

#star trek #spirk #star trek tos #spirk fanfic #uss tribble threat

[anewstartrekfan]

Reading an old Star Trek book and to my surprise Jim Kirk has always had Daddy issues

So the only Star Trek book I’ve read was the one explaining how the tribbles episode was made and the aftermath, so trying to read Enterprise (1986) with some basic knowledge of trek post 2009 is fascinating. Cuz you see where the breadcrumbs of some of the characterization and even backstory come from.

In chapter 2, Sam Kirk and Kirk’s mom show up to Kirk’s ceremony where he takes command of the enterprise. They talk about George Kirk Sr. being in Starfleet, (he’s dead here too) something that I don’t think was in any of the episodes or movies. And how he was always distant and away. And they’re clearly going for some parallels/dramatic irony with the Wrath of Khan when it comes to Kirk not believing he could’ve developed a relationship with his father as an adult. And it plays into the tragic aspect I love about Kirk.

Upon reflection he’s happy that Carol rejected him (he proposed to her in chapter 1) because he doesn’t want to leave anyone behind while on the job, only returning for sparse visits the way his father did. But at the same time, Jim craves companionship. And he can’t get it in his current job because as captain, it is not ethical for him to date anyone else on the Enterprise.

Anyway the long and short is if we take this book into account, Kirk has always had daddy issues. It’s just in TOS EU it was abandonment issues whereas in 2009 it was dad sacrificed himself so high expectations issues.

The little details like the mom’s name getting carried over into the aos movies are a good touch, but then seeing George Kirk being a Starfleet officer actually get incorporated into the 2009 movie as an important plot point, and then also using his absence in Kirk’s life but just in a different way as part of Kirk’s backstory is so cool to me.

A difference though is unlike fanfic tropes, Winona is actually a good mom and wants Jim to succeed in his career where his father failed in his Starfleet career. Unfortunately though Jim appears to be falling into the same pitfalls. As in lack of communication and unwillingness to play workplace politics.

That last burn from Winona tho… like damn girl I felt that.

Another thing I want to backtrack to, Sam Kirk. Sam being the alleged chosen child, the one that was supposed to follow in George Kirk’s footsteps but didn’t, and then Jim strolled in and did even more than what Sam was supposed to do, and Sam and George never reconciled. Like dudes this book is almost 40 years old and this stuff was in strange new worlds last year. Tho xenobiology appears to have morphed into xenoanthropology (tho according to the fan wiki he’s still a biologist so idk what the deal is)

For the record Sam’s characterization isn’t remotely the same here. Likely the choice to keep him out of Starfleet all together removed any sort of resentment of Jim potential like he has in SNW. There’s still tension though, as Sam tries to force Jim to confront why he’s reacting like this to his first mission for the enterprise being an escort job for a flying horse.

Shifting gears back to Jim needing to learn how to play workplace politics. The assumed reason for Pike leaving the enterprise. While SNW is doing the whole, Pike knows he won’t fly the enterprise forever and about the disfigurement and is cool with it, I find if fascinating that he’s more, sad about it here and that he got promoted out of the way for pushing too many buttons. It would be a sad ending but I wonder if SNW would incorporate that into its eventual ending. Hell I wonder if that’s what happened to Kirk between TOS and TMP.

Anyway big picture is this book is a fascinating time capsule and it’s fun seeing just how much has stuck around over the years both in fandom and in the franchise itself. Whether or not that’s the book’s doing is questionable but still. Fun to think about.

#star trek #star trek tos #james t kirk #spock #star trek enterprise #Star Trek enterprise 1986 #it’s a fun read #sam kirk #Star Trek meta #Star Trek analysis #star trek strange new worlds #strange new worlds #snw #star trek the original series #Star Trek enterprise the first adventure #Star Trek AOS #star trek alternate original series #Jim Kirk meta

[fangsenjoyer]

i watched trouble with tribbles, saw a gif of spock holding a cat and read quite a few 'vulcans purr' fanfic. so naturally *waves hand*

#everyone on the bridge is cooing in the background #s'chn t'gai spock #star trek tos #my art #(i will learn how to draw spock (and the rest) one day) #(maybe)

[amethysttribble]

“I do believe I am a very bad person,” Finrod said, and Celegorm sighed around the lip of the bottle.

“We were having fun, I thought we were having fun,” he groaned, stretching languidly over the arm of the couch. He and his ‘king’, the King of Nargothrond, were laying together, legs tangled together like a couple of youths, drinking wine. They’d been laughing, singing, naught but a second ago. Ah, but wine was a changeable drink.

“I was just thinking,” Finrod said, cradling his own bottle to his chest tenderly, “about the time Grandfather found us in the royal wine cellar, how scared we were that we were in awful trouble, how he smiled and said, ‘well? Won’t you pour me a drink?’ I loved him so much.”

“We all loved him,” Celegorm muttered bitterly and he tipped the drink back and drank until only droplets were coming to his tongue.

He tried not to think of Grandfather. Or the other grandfather. Or Mother. Or Father. Or-

“I wanted to rule something beautiful like he did,” Finrod was sighing, “Something glorious; powerful and intricate and built entirely in my image. Mine. All mine, in the palm of my hand, and then people would look at me like they looked at Grandfather. Someone beautiful, glorious. Worthy. Worthy of his name, not because I did what he did, but because I made something all my own. I wanted it. I wanted it so badly I spat on my father’s kind heart, and trampled over my cousins’ blood, and scorned our uncle, and… Turko, Grandfather never wanted us to come to this land.”

“‘Two sons at least thou hast to honor thy words’,” Celegorm said with a sneer. He let the bottle roll from his hands and stared at the ceiling, not daring to close his eyes and face the spinning. “I remember. Those words ruined my life.”

Those words spoke in jealousy by Fingolfin had seen Father banished and started this unending nightmare.

It always came back to the same question, stay or go.

Oh, but Celegorm wished he’d stayed.

“He would be disappointed in us now,” Finrod said, “If he caught us now. No drink for him but tears, to see us in this land, that wasn’t what he wanted. We did all this in his name, but it wasn’t want he wanted. What selfish children we are, always pilfering from his stores and caring nothing for how long that wine aged. Now we age it ourselves and it is vinegar. And yet I still want all the glitters. How foul is that?”

“Why are you telling me all this, Felagund?”

“My brothers are dead.”

And that was all there was to it.

“Right,” Celegorm grunted as he swung his feet to the floor and sat up. “I’m going to go throw-up, and I suggest you do the same before you vomit up anymore useless words.”

He swayed on his feet but managed to stay upright. He might have made it to the privy had Finrod not grabbed his hand as he passed. When Celegorm looked down, it wasn’t the king who looked back. It was the little cousin Tyelkormo knew, full of sunshine smiles and mischief, who he used to have such fun with; but now that boy’s face was blotchy with tears and sorrow.

They had been having fun. Weren’t they?

“This doesn’t end well, Turko.”

Yes, well, Celegorm had guessed that. Had felt it in the gnawing void in his chest that called and called and called and received no answer. It was shredding him, and in the open wounds crept in fear. Celegorm was so tired of being scared.

Finrod’s eyes did nothing to quell his fear, instead they inflamed the terror. Those eyes… Celegorm suspected this ended pourly, but Finrod’s eyes knew. An animal sort of fear wrapped around his throat, and Celegorm’s chest heaved, his heart hammered like he was naught but a rabbit caught in a snare.

He didn’t know what to do with the knowledge that dauntless, peerless, kingly Finrod was frightened, too.

And it was not quite the same expression on his little cousin’s face, but it bore a distant relationship to the nervous, startled look Finrod had shot him when Grandfather caught them drinking in the wine cellar. Turko, Turko, he asked, what do we do? Both times, Celegorm wanted to demand, how should I know?

He really wasn’t that much older.

And yet-

He meant to sink to his knees, but instead collapsed onto his ass heavily, and, ah, that was going to smart in the morning.

“Felagund,” he slurred, reaching up to take the bottle away and then to run his fingers through Finrod’s hair. “Shut up and go to sleep. When the night’s not fun anymore, that’s when you should go to bed. Isn’t that what I taught you? Go to sleep before you make mistakes you can’t take back.”

“Don’t go,” Finrod cried and Celegorm shushed him. He started to sing.

And, as Finrod’s eyes slipped shut and his quickened, guilty breathes evened out, if the words Celegorm moaned were the hymn they would sing to the doomed and dying animals…

Hopefully, they were both be too drunk to remember in the morning.

#let’s give it up for random stuff I wrote in bed at 11 o clock at night #celegorm #finrod #tolkien #the silmarillion #Tribble post #fanfic

[subterraneanna]

This critique of 1964 deep cut Where Love Has Gone asks of DeForest Kelley’s Sam Corwin: “…is he gay? Impotent? A satyr? Maybe it’s clearer in the book.” Well, you don’t have to read the book to answer one of those:

✔️He’s a hedonist ✔️He hangs with baddies ✔️He scampers around with panpipes a tobacco pipe ✔️It's implied he's not a real man (so maybe half man?) ✔️He’s preoccupied with sex (and endlessly tries to bang his equally promiscuous married friend with zero discretion) That’s a satyr, folks. And while he’s only drinking in one scene, this randy fellow's natural habitat is a wine-soaked gallery opening so it’s safe to say that’s another box checked off. Most unusual for a satyr, however, is his apparent shape shifting ability as he majestically emerges from his cut-to-the-present chrysalis as an upstanding silver fox, ready to stir up all your daddy issues. 

This painting is in various states of completion, but I stepped back and got hit with a Dogs Playing Poker vibe 😬 so I think it's time to call it quits. After all, it was only intended to be a 30-minute sketch but somehow turned into a nearly 3-month painting. At some point I realized working this hard on something inspired by an unpopular garbage movie probably wasn't the best use of time, but there was no turning back. Hopefully it finds its way to the small fraction of people who've seen this film. If you're wondering why there are two Sam Corwins, one explanation is that I painted two, couldn't choose between them, and forced both into the composition. But in keeping with WLHG’s trashy, sex-fueled melodrama, let’s instead imagine that after Valerie’s departure, Sam found comfort in the tufts of a wayward tribble (hey, "when you're dying of thirst, you drink from a mudhole"), unleashing a pestilence of bisexually asexually-reproducing, lusty tribble-goat-men upon poor, unsuspecting San Francisco. Could this be the 200-years-in-the-making backstory here? It's all coming full circle. I've never written fanfic, but I'm suddenly giving it some serious consideration... BTW if anyone knows the location of “Dr. Sam’s old stand”, please send the address. I’m just, you know, looking to get a professional review of some, uh, artwork… Obviously. Prints available

#my art #deforest kelley #sam corwin #where love has gone #baby!de #not sure if 2 years pre-trek counts as baby #traditional art

[thegeminisage]

wow it is star trek update time. last night we watched ds9's "blood oath" and tng's "journey's end," which is one of the strongest quality ricochets we've had yet.

blood oath (ds9):

okay, so the summary said "three klingon legends" but what i didn't realize is that they were all REAL KLINGONS FROM THE ORIGINAL SERIES

i have to pain this picture for you, whoever is reading this. the three klingons in this episode appeared in "errand or mercy" "the trouble with tribbles" and "day of the dove." like, they really came back to reprise their roles almost 30 years later. i'm going to paste a picture but uhtw 60s blackface

now, if you're a tos viewer, you may recognize that fella in the middle as also having played the titular squire of gothos in. "squire of gothos." now, as an episode, i find "squire of gothos" to be pretty mid, but there is one specific scene that really did something for me. to me? it did something TO me. what it did to me was send me off the fucking deep end, i wish i could convey the depths of my madness with human words

(still screenshot grabbed from this infinitely more amazing gifset, give it up for @maulthots for enabling me, no literally please go through her gif tag and reblog her gifs)

anyway, before my good and wonderful friend so kindly made this gifset for me, i did maybe sit in front of my pc and replay the clip upwards of [mumble] times a day because i was very, very unwell. when i watched this scene for the very first time what happened to me in that single instant was the bone-deep realization that james t kirk (tos and aos) ate fascists on tarsus iv, probably, and he'd fucking do it again because nobody tastes better than a fascist! i wrote an entire fanfic about it, sorry for the spoilers.

what does squire of gothos and tarsus iv have to do with ds9? well first of all every star trek episode is secretly about tarsus iv so jot that down

but secondly, i've watched this clip so many times i have to hide my face when this man shows up in trouble with tribbles. now, i'm not so good with faces, but i KNOW THAT VOICE. but i know him AS the squire of gothos. i frequently forget entirely that he also plays a klingon, so i didn't recognize his name. so when i heard the squire of gothos's voice come out of a random klingon's mouth in ds9 my immediate kneejerk reaction was "no i am hearing things that can't be--" BUT IT WAS. i PAUSED the episode so i could look iy up, realized that the guy in the drunk tank was kor or "do you have a tongue you will be taught to use it" fame, and then to my eternal glee, kang shows up next

i remembered reading once that kang came back later and i was like ??? no one comes back later on tos BUT HE DID! I JUST HAD TO WAIT FOR IT!!!!! mystery finally solved...........

once i recognized them this episode was a blast. absolutely loving these 100 year old klingons getting ready for a rip roaring rampage of supercentenarian revenge. i was VERY sad that they died at the end but at least presumably they all died together (didnt see the last one go down but im just assuming he lived long enough to eat the albino's heart and then die)

(the albino is a really funny concept by the way like he's not even albino he's just a white klingon)

other notable things about this episode: firstly, quark hiding behind odo at the beginning. classic. secondly, dax actually being a good fighter ?!?!?! and finally, a true passing of the bechdel test where dax asked kira some alarming and upsetting questions about killing people and kira immediately took her aside and MADE her talk. i love. Women. and also women who murder people. i support womens wrongs.

i even love that the ONE time sisko doesn't back up one of his people it's for a good reason (doesn't want the 27yo reincarnation of his father figure to die on a klingon suicide mission)

10000/10, absolutely stellar ep, zero complaints

journey's end (tng):

oh boy.

just about the coldest bucket of fucking water...

you know, we tried to give this episode the benefit of the doubt actually. we were like "maybe this was progressive in 1994. i mean they ARE saying that moving these guys forcibly would be bad" and i mean like what would we know about what was progressive in 94? we were 5. so we checked and um i don't think anybody liked it in 1994 either

devastating that THIS has to be a wesley episode bc i wanted a better sendoff for my boy. "i had a vision and now i'm leaving starfleet" and yes they said the word vision in the most derogatory way possible. jesus christ

TRAVELER ALIEN RACEFAKING? HE PRETENDED TO BE NATIVE AMERICAN TO GIVE WESLEY THE VISION? and then he was like haha don't you know all that stuff is fake. (picard earlier in this episode "i am sooo respectful of your beliefs")

furthermore when picard was like "oh yeah this guy blames me for the crimes of my colonizer ancestor" girl at no point did he say that. idk if white people should go around accusing other white people of white guilt so i don't say this lightly but jesus christ captain picard can you tone it the fuck down buddy

i came across a gifset today of picard from season 5 (idr the episode) going "starfleet doesn't want officers who blindly follow orders sayign you're just following orders has been used to justify too many tragedies in our history" and then smash cut to this episode where he's like "well i tried but yeah i'm gonna have to move you sowwy :/" like good lord.

anyway it's a bummer these last few eps of tng have been less than great bc ik tng is capable of good episodes and i was hoping this series would go out on a high note. but it's going to end the same way it began with us waiting for something good to happen and throwing popcorn at picard

TONIGHT: ds9's "the maquis part i" and tng's "firstborn." i am Braced. for trouble.

#personal #star trek blogging #ds9 lb #tng lb #and you know what? #tos lb #just for fun. i went into a lot of detail here.

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 2) Chapter Ten

Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Ten: Trouble with Bureaucrats

Summary: (Y/N) and the Enterprise have to deal with government dramatics, grain, and Klingons. Luckily, they get to enjoy some shore leave and cute critters.

            Captain’s Log: Deep Space Station K-7 has issued a priority-one call. More than an emergency, it signals near or total disaster. We can only assume that Klingons have attacked the station. We’re going in armed for battle.

            “Main phasers armed and ready, sir,” reported Chekov.

            The Bridge officers leaned forward as the station came into view. They expected holes, debris, destruction, but all they saw was the station. It seemed perfectly fine.

            Chekov was the first to voice it. “But…there’s nothing there. Just the station.”

            “Priority one distress call? It’s just absolutely peaceful,” said Kirk.

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow and looked at Spock. “What do you make of it?”

            “Either the emergency is already within the station or there has been an unnecessary priority-one call,” said Spock thoughtfully. He raised an eyebrow. “However, that would unlawful, so I fail to understand why they’d issue a false emergency.”

            “(L/N), break subspace silence,” said Kirk, sighing in exasperation at not knowing what was happening.

            (Y/N) flipped the channel on. “We’re open, Captain. Go ahead.”

            “Space Station K-7, this is Captain Kirk of the Enterprise. What is your emergency?” asked Kirk.

            “Captain Kirk, this is Mr. Lurry, manager of K-7,” came the prompt reply. “I must apologize for the distress call.”

            (Y/N) and Spock raised an eyebrow simultaneously. Kirk frowned and said, “Mr. Lurry, you issued a priority-one distress call. State the nature of your emergency.”

            “Uh, well, perhaps you better beam over,” said Lurry. “I’ll try to explain.”

            “This has gotta be good,” murmured (Y/N) amusedly. Spock glanced at them, a faint tinge of diversion in his eyes at their comment.

            “You’ll…try to explain,” said Kirk slowly. He huffed. “You’d better be prepared to do more than that. Kirk out.” (Y/N) shut off the channel. Kirk sighed. “Mr. Spock, (L/N), I’ll need your help. I have a feeling I’ll need some logic and good communication with Mr. Lurry. Mr. Chekov, maintain battle readiness. Lieutenant Uhura, see that the Transporter Room is standing by.”

            “You think Mr. Lurry will have a decent excuse?” asked (Y/N) as they walked to the Transporter Room.

            “It would have to be an excellent one,” said Spock.

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            Once aboard K-7, Kirk wasted no time accosting the manager. “Mr. Lurry, if there was no emergency, why did you issue a priority-one distress call?”

            “That was my order, Captain,” said someone, undoubtedly a bureaucrat.

            Lurry cleared his through. “Captain Kirk, this is Nilz Baris.”

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, the smugness radiating from this guy was unbelievable. They could tell he was going to be a pain.

            “He’s out from Earth to take charge of the development project for Sherman’s Planet,” explained Lurry.

            “And that gives you the authority to put an entire quadrant on defense alert?” challenged Kirk.

            “Mr. Baris is the Federation Undersecretary in charge of agricultural affairs in this quadrant,” said another new face.

            (Y/N) cocked their head. There was something resting below the impertinence of this man’s emotions. It was anger. At them, most likely, for interrupting his boss and questioning their power.

            “And that gives him the authority,” admitted Spock.

            “Oh,” said Kirk.

            “This is my assistant, Arne Darvin,” said Baris.

            “This is my First Officer, Mr. Spock, and my Negotiations and Communications Officer, Mx. (L/N),” said Kirk.

            “And now, Captain, I want all available security guards,” declared Baris. “I want them posted around the storage compartments.”

            “Storage compartments? Storage compartments?” asked Kirk.

            “The storage compartments containing the quadrotriticale,” said Darvin.

            “Quadrotriticale?” asked (Y/N) curiously.

            “Here.” Lurry handed over a small bag.

            (Y/N) poured out some of the contents into their hand. “A type of grain?”

            Baris smirked. “Well, not just grain. Of course, I wouldn’t expect you, your Captain, or Mr. Spock to know about such things, but, uh—”

            “Quadrotriticale is a high-yield grain, a four-lobed hybrid of wheat and rye,” said Spock, shocking Baris. “A perennial, also, if I’m not mistaken. Its root grain, triticale, can trace its ancestry all the way back to twentieth century Canada.”

            (Y/N) suppressed a grin. Spock may claim not to be claimed by emotions like annoyance or tempted to be petty, but that…well, he schooled Baris, and that had to be satisfying.

            “Quadrotriticale is the only Earth grain that will grow on Sherman’s Planet. Now, we have several tons of it here on the station, and it’s very important that that grain get to Sherman’s Planet safely,” explained Lurry. “Mr. Baris thinks that Klingon agents may try to sabotage it.”

            “You issued a priority-one distress call for a couple of tons of wheat?” said Kirk incredulously.

            “Quadrotriticale,” correct Darvin.

            “Uh, of course, Captain, I realize that we—” began Baris.

            “Mr. Baris, you summoned the Enterprise without an emergency. You’ll take full responsibility for it,” declared Kirk.

            “What do you mean?” asked Baris.

            “Misuse of the priority-one channel is a Federation offense,” said Spock.

            “I did not misuse the priority-one channel,” said Baris obstinately. “I want that grain protected.”

            “Captain, couldn’t you at least post a couple of guards?” asked Lurry, trying to compromise. “We do have a large number of ships passing through.”

            “That seems an acceptable arrangement,” said (Y/N), looking at Kirk. “After all, Sherman’s Planet is important to the Federation.” Spock nodded in agreement.

            Kirk sullenly took out his communicator. “Kirk to Enterprise.”

            “Enterprise here,” replied Uhura.

            “Secure from general quarters, and, uh, beam down two, and only two, security guards. Have them report to Mr. Lurry,” ordered Kirk. “Authorize shore leave for all off-duty personnel.”

            “Yes, Captain,” said Uhura.

            “Kirk out.” He flipped the communicator closed.

            “Captain Kirk, how dare you authorize a mere two men for a project of this importance!” cried Baris. “Starfleet Command will hear about this!”

            “I have never questioned the orders or the intelligence of any representative of the Federation,” said Kirk. “Until now.” (Y/N) could not suppress their grin this time.

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            Kirk was still huffing about the ordeal in a briefing room with (Y/N) and Spock when the bosun whistled.

            Kirk hesitated, hoped it wouldn’t be more issues, and then answered. “Yes, what is it?”

            “Message from Starfleet, Captain, priority channel,” said Uhura, back on the job after her shore leave.

            “Another priority channel message. It’s popular today,” observed (Y/N).

            “Admiral Fitzpatrick speaking,” announced Uhura.

            “Put it on visual, Lieutenant,” said Kirk.

            The computer screen flicked on, and Admiral Fitzpatrick spoke. “Captain Kirk.”

            “Kirk here.”

            “Captain, it is not necessary to remind you of the importance to the Federation of Sherman’s Planet. The key to our winning of this planet is the grain quadrotriticale. The shipment must be protected. Effective immediately, you will render any aid and assistance which Undersecretary Baris may require,” said Fitzpatrick.

            Oh, boy. This is not gonna be fun, thought (Y/N).

            “The safety of the grain and the project is your responsibility,” continued the admiral. “Starfleet out.” The screen turned off.

            “Well. That’s just lovely,” sighed Kirk.

            “But not totally unexpected,” said Spock.

            “Baris is going to be insufferable,” sighed (Y/N).

            Spock nodded. “He will undoubtedly make many demands.”

            “Captain Kirk! Captain Kirk!” came Uhura’s panicked voice.

            “Yes, Lieutenant, what is it?” asked Kirk.

            “Sensors are picking up a Klingon battle cruiser, rapidly closing on the station,” reported Uhura.

            “Go to Red Alert, notify Mr. Lurry. We’ll be right up,” said Kirk.

            “Today is not our day,” remarked (Y/N) as they headed up to the Bridge.

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            “What is the position of the Klingon ship?” asked Kirk as he entered the Bridge.

            “One hundred kilometers off K-7,” reported Chekov. “It’s just sitting there.”

            “Captain, I have Mr. Lurry,” said Uhura.

            “Put him on visual,” commanded Kirk.

            “Aye, sir.”

            Spock stepped slightly closer to (Y/N). If Klingons did attack, he wanted to be ready to protect them if needed. It was illogical as phasers couldn’t be stopped by anything but shields, but Spock knew that if the ship was rocked at all, he wanted to be by their side to protect them from even minor injuries. Of course, as illogical as it was, it was reasonable with one explanation: love.

            “Mr. Lurry,” said Kirk as the manager of K-7 appeared on screen. “There is a Klingon warship hanging one hundred kilometers off your station.”

            “I don’t think the Klingons are planning to attack us,” said Lurry.

            “Why not?” asked Kirk incredulously.

            (Y/N) frowned. They make a big deal about quadrotriticale, but a Klingon warship is no big deal?

            “Because at this moment, the Captain of the Klingon ship is sitting right here in my office.” Lurry let his camera pan out to show two Klingons sitting across the table from him.

            Spock and (Y/N) exchanged glances. This was a development that could prove disastrous if not handled correctly.

            “Cancel Red Alert,” ordered Kirk. To Lurry, he said, “We’ll beam right down.”

            “What do you think, Spock?” asked (Y/N) as they walked to the Transporter for the second time.

            “Quite the development,” said Spock.

            “Do you think they’re planning something to interfere with Sherman’s Planet?” suggested (Y/N).

            “We do not have enough information to come to a conclusion.” Spock looked at them. “Your empathic abilities will be useful.”

            “I’ll let you know if I figure anything out.”

            Spock nodded. “Good.”

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            (Y/N) stepped into the office with Spock and Kirk and found the Klingons sitting calmly across from Lurry.

            “Ah, my dear Captain Kirk,” said Koloth, an infamous captain of the Klingons.

            “My dear Captain Koloth,” replied Kirk coolly.

            “Let me assure you that my intentions are entirely peaceful,” said Koloth. “As I’ve already told Mr. Lurry, the purpose of my presence here is to invoke shore leave rights.”

            (Y/N) assessed his emotions as he spoke. No nerves lay within them, but that in itself didn’t mean he wasn’t lying. It could just mean he was a good liar. However, (Y/N) couldn’t trust his words. There was aggression beneath his curt politeness directed, undoubtedly, at the Federation officers. And where there was aggression, there could be problems.

            “Shore leave?” questioned Kirk.

            “Captain, we Klingons are not as luxury-minded as you Earthers.” Koloth’s eyes landed on Spock and (Y/N). “Or Celians.” He did not comment on Vulcans. “We do not equip our ships with…how shall I say it? Non-essentials.”

            “We have been in space for five months, and what we choose as recreation is our own business,” said Koloth’s right hand.

            “I might also add that under the terms of the Organian Peace Treaty, you cannot refuse us,” said Koloth with smug satisfaction.

            “Yes, well, I don’t make those decisions,” said Kirk with a polite smile. “Mr. Lurry is in charge of those matters.”

            “Captain, may speak to you a minute?” asked Lurry, pulling Kirk aside. They spoke for a moment before Kirk turned to face Koloth again.

            “My dear Captain Koloth, you may indeed bring your men down on shore leave,” said Kirk graciously. “But only twelve at a time, and I assure you that for every man you bring down here, I shall have one Enterprise officer.”

            Koloth smiled with a barely contained disdain lying just beneath it’s surface. “There’ll be no trouble.” He chuckled. “Captain Kirk, there’s been no formal declaration of hostilities between our two respective governments. So naturally, our relationship will be a peaceful one.”

            Koloth and his right hand left the office, and Kirk turned to (Y/N).

            “On the next round of people I send down, I want you among them. It won’t be suspicious that way, but I need you to keep an eye on the Klingons,” said Kirk.

            “Yes, Captain,” said (Y/N).

            It didn’t take an empath to know that he was definitely planning on causing trouble. Whether that would entail sabotaging the Sherman’s Planet development or just picking a fight with the Enterprise crew was left to be seen. Who knew? Maybe they’d do both.

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Transported to another universe

ya'll this is my first time tryin to make a fanfic, i hope that i will get better soon or imrpove this fanfics huhu

WARNING: fights , complicated relationship, angts , random characters! Pls don't attack me whenever this is not kinda canon of pantalone 💀 might have miss spelled or miss type words

[ Pearing: Pantalone x fem reader ]

suggest some tips lolll it's my first time bro

You suddenly woke up in a unrecognized place you where under the tree waking up when the sun light disturb you, you suddenly sit up and observing the place and try to remember where you are

y/n pov: " ugh.. where am i-?? "

You couldn't remember anything about this place so you got up and felt weird you process your mind while you where walking around the forest, you walk by the river and you look at your appearance you look different you where shock for a second that you jump a little.

y/n: " i think i have been transferred from this kind of place-.. god- "

You're hair was curly and short with brunette colored hair and you had some freckles and you also have unique colored green eyes with the mix of blue you look kinda dirty also and your clothes where like for poor people on the streets.

Time past and it's night already and your still trying to find a place to stay a little bit, until you found some fatui guards in your area you where curious about them and so you kidnapped one and beat the living hell out of him after that you hid his body from a place no one will notice, you also stoled the guard clothing and then blend in through the other fatui guards.

You soon lined up or followed the guards from what they where doing that is to stand beside the entrance and guard, the door opened and there it is a tall figured man with black long hair his face looked like a god that you would kneel and worship for but the face was just a mask for show his glasses shines and his aura was just powerful you saw a black haired girl walking beside him she was also beautiful it's like they where lover's in your eyes. The guard's soon greeted them both with a bow and you also followed bowing.

At the next day you again dressed as one of the guards no one still know about you and you where walking with some guards to go with the black haired girl you saw last night, and there you know her name ( Ying Yue ) she was the black haired man lover that you saw she ordered you to follow her going shopping while the rest of the guards stayed, you where kinda nervous and a little bit scared for some reason you kinda feel like someone was spying on you but you ignored it.

After ying yue shopping spree you're arms where tired of carrying the thing's she buyed you wondered how much money does her lover have little did you know he was one the fatui but you don't know about the fatui things since you just got transported into the world.

You started to miss your own place that is every night you would think of a way to go home but it always fails you cried silently sometimes when you sleep in your room [ which is it was the guard room that you killed ] at the next day you again was ordered to protect the lady it was annoying all the time since she has bad attitude she would be braty and sometimes at night you would hear them both doing sexual things and it just disturb you.

The day that the lady was ambush by some men and hurted her and you failed to prorect her... You're heart was tribbling and you feel nervous scared and you feel suffocate when you know that you would be blamed maybe something will happen to you after the lady was hurt, you heared so many rumors that the lover of the lady was really cruel when it comes to his lady being hurt or worst.

Then they said he would torture the one's that are involved especially the guard that is with his lady your head was about to go crazy after hearing those rumors, there was only one thing to do.

And that is to run away as soon as you can when you still have your time you didn't want to die or something bad happend to you yet since you just arrived you decided to escape at night after pantalone came rushing back to the mansion after his works all day and also the news he received. And you did you run as you can your heart was beating so fast it was midnight you where still running through the woods and it was dark and cold.

And you stop when you see there where no one you can see you sat down under the tree once again crying because of what the heck is happening you just wanted to burts all of your emotions instead of keeping it inside you all the time, you heard something from the shadow of the forest you suddenly froze for a second you got up and ready to defend yourself from whatever that is last thing you know you where knock off.

You woke up from a room that is so luxurious you where tied up and then there he is the man standing and looked all scary to you pantalone walk closer to you and said the words you where hella scared of.

Pantalone: " did you really think you could just escape me dear? "

he chuckled for a moment he grab your hair and raise you up he's holding your hair to tight that it hurted. You where sweating and tears start to show you where scared you where shaking you wished this was all a dream to you but it wasn't he then called the guards and ordered them to lock you up for now since he has some " business " to do.

I'll post part 2 if you guys think this is not weird as heck 😭🤚

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it could be the sleep deprivation! but it is also possible. that i unironically like space waltz BECAUSE!

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it reminds me a lot of red dwarf. WHICH!

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isn't to say that it's good like red dwarf is. only that, as a parody of the space exploration/space opera genre, it also manages to be its own thing. you look at, for example, unser traumschiff. it's a one-to-one parody of star trek tos. the characters, set design, costume, even sound effects. when you watch unser traumschiff you are essentially watching Bad, unliscenced Star Trek, on purpose. red dwarf, while a sitcom that parodies, goes out of its way to make New Lore. New Characters. New Motivations. (and is also a pastiche of many scifi works.) when you watch red dwarf, you are just... watching red dwarf.

and that's the weird thing about space waltz. because it strikes a weird balance between an unser traumschiff and a red dwarf. the primary parody is star trek tos, and this is obvious. you have a character standing in for uhura, a character that references sulu (a botanist that also flies the ship), a character that appears to reference both data from TNG and kryten from red dwarf in the form of an android.

but.... the costume design, the sound design, the set design, even the props.... they don't follow the norm for a parody in this genre. you have this weirdly haunting music that plays over most skits. a bright white ship interior that ALSO differs from more modern blockbuster takes of sci-fi, it's like its own... uncanny sort of thing. and then the uniforms are a mashup of navy, pirate, super hero??? reflective tape??? rubber/PVC???

and then we have the characters. the captain isn't there because he's skilled... he's a nepo baby with absolutely no expertise. a māori descendant, weirdly, of the colonizer captain cook. he has a literal pirate ship steering wheel (which... may? or may not? work?) and his first officer, a pāhekā with a te reo name, Rangi. meaning sky/heaven and, as one fanfic author pointed out, one letter away from "ranga" (derogatory slang for a red-haired person). he's a knowitall, spent 6 years at the academy, and resents his inexperienced captain for outranking him. also there's a guy that has kirk and spock "dollies" that he plays with at his station.

then plotwise, the purpose of their mission is specifically to find a planet to evacuate the aoteoroean population to, as rising sea levels have already swallowed the north island and are beginning to swallow the south island. in one skit, the PM says that they are doing this so the kiwis won't have to go to australia. but, paradoxically, we do also see a group of australians in space? and most of australia's population is concentrated on the coastline. so perhaps the australians, too, are in search of land to evacuate to. unclear.

anyway. all of this is like. genuinely kind of compelling to me? which is weird to say because this was made as part of like. an objectively terrible, unfunny, aged-like-milk skit show. the goal of which was to be as LOL RANDOM XD and offensive as possible, apparently. so even though space waltz is undoubtedly the best skit segment, it's still........ well. it's still radiradirah. the premise of one "episode" (collection of related skits?) is that the ship has been infested by tribbles (called "meeple" here) that can only be killed with human farts. the premise of another episode is that captain hemi """gets schizophrenia""" from looking into a black hole (which results in. what you would expect. unfortunately.). and in the same episode, the uhura stand-in character makes a comment that she's worried about being sexually assaulted if first officer Rangi mutinies and takes over the ship. (which like. deeply upsetting to begin with. but also there's no basis at all for the character to do something like that. it, like many other radiradirah skits, chucks in SA as an Edgy Shock Humor Joke).

if you do check out space waltz, i recommend doing so by watching the compilation someone made on youtube. radiradirah itself isn't worth it. i gave up on episode 4. and also... do be aware that it is still radiradirah. and with it comes... well. what it comes with.

now all of that being said. i do kind of want to see a take of space waltz that's more like red dwarf. like, still silly. completely absurd. but also... a little more effort put in. some more lore building. little less trek. really showcase the bits of the world that are actually interesting and new.

like, it's fucking strange that captain hemi talks into a vacuum cleaner hose on his belt to record his captain's log. that's awesome. give me 500 more details like that

alcohol is illegal? why? what happened? prohibition 2? give me the fake earth history

but more importantly. put men back in those shiny suits and hats. for me, specifically