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eggsploded · 5 months

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HOMESTUCK AND STAR TREK? :O

oh baby this posts gonna be long

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

HS: aradia and sollux. aradia is my favorite forever as my patron troll and sollux is just fun to draw because whys he look like that

ST: all the cardassians in general. garak is the best, im honestly more fascinated with andrew robinson himself and his dedication to the character. also damar who doesnt get much presence until later seasons and gets crushed by actually giving a fuck about his position. i took a shot of kanar (maple syrup) for his honor and it was agony.

dukat is excluded from this because he managed to curse the show into buffering on his face everytime i watched.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

HS: probably the beta kids before playing sburb. theyre all just little kids and best friends forever and it makes me tear up- in pesterquest dave literally talks about jade like shes his girlfriend that goes to a different school. all the kids were more than eager to see eachother in person and it sucks that it happened under the circumstances of.. homestuck

i dont have cuteness aggression for them theyve been through enough :-(

ST: in TNG's the enemy geordi helps out this genuinely pitiful romulan dude thats shaking like a chihuahua and i felt so much for that guy i wish he came back

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

HS: i think people are finally past portraying kanaya as a nothingburger, it was kind of funny 10 years ago that people were falling into her flimsy veil of Perceived Normalcy, like she doesnt regularly bite her friends and wasnt unforgivably delulu about vriska when they were moirails.

truly underrated might be the felt? their designs tickle me

ST: damar? maybe hes got more content now idk. honorable mentions are: keiko obrien, worfs parents (my favorite tng ep), hugh, the cardassian scientists that hit on obrien that one time, lwaxana troi and keevan.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

HS: any of signless' crew. like. we got shafted so hard with the dancestors its crazy. in my wildest dreams psiioniic didnt get utterly crushed by the vast glub and somehow escaped at the ripe age of 2000 sweeps and is now overgrown and too old and ancient for his own good, squatting in solluxs hive. we didnt get much content about how signless did his recruiting- did he just do speeches and demonstrations? did he fuck nasty? i know for sure it wasnt the cringe dialogue they strapped kankri with. same goes for dolorosas life before she raised signless, she should be at the club.

ST: background vulcans. especially in TNG when they just stopped giving a fuck about them, thank god tuvok exists or i wouldve had no incentive at all to actually watch part of VOY.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

HS: equius. its really a special day when a character cant be quantified with a simple archetype like the rest of the trolls. theres something so deeply strange and wrong with him that its captivating, i chalk it up to being the horse guy in a insect body.

hussie also just like, had it out for him at day one. gamzee got beaten to a pulp narratively but equius didnt even get a chance. its sad, and im more interested in what he couldve been rather than someone like eridan or meenah.

ST: kai winn. shes literally an alien white woman and its fantastic. she did her role so good that the poor actress got hatemail, and her insidiousness is just so well done. the final season of ds9 isnt that good but it was fun to see her go off the rails with dukat.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

HS: what do i look like? hussie? in truth when it comes to being a flop i like seeing kanaya flounder. shes weird guys. she is so fucking weird and she doesnt really know because her friends are Weirder. we dont always need her to slay, atleast in my book.

ST: riker. no further notes

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

HS: jake. if he has a deeper character i havent noticed because my eyes glaze over trying to read through this dialogue. he feels like a leftover shitpost character hussie couldnt fit on the dancestors. i havent reread act 6 yet, but i remember such a large chunk being some strange love triangle-square surrounding jake and i did Not Give a Fuck, and salt in the wound was dirk and janes friendship being so fantastic but overshadowed by jakes unceasing sex appeal cursing them.

ST: obrien because it was be a standard episode plot for him, i think hed come out fine

#egg asks #homestuck #star trek

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reasonmustbemytruenorth · 2 months

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@spock-in-awe

Oh the fic overall isn't very relevant to the Sam-Spock thing. The part I was thinking of is buried in the middle of an explicit Pike/Spock fic that assigned Sam and Spock on a mission alone together. (I wish the show hadn't given Sam this problematic arc, even though I guess he could grow from it? It's not like we can blame it on how he was raised.) I'll just copy/paste the section here:

“I was thinking of sending Kirk along to study the ruins while Spock handles the drop-off and science assist,” Number One said. “It’s not every day we get access to a planet with ancient Lumittian artifacts, given their location so close to the Romulan neutral zone. But I don’t want Spock to bite his head off after spending too long in a shuttle together.”

Chris scrunched his face. “Most of their interpersonal problems happened when Spock was not exactly himself. I’m sure they’ll work together fine.”

“His Human Hell Week aside, Spock’s been a little off since we first encountered the Gorn in hand-to-hand.”

Chris nodded. It was the mission on which they’d lost Hemmer. The sting of that loss would never go away. He and Number One had talked about that mission in depth, including the way Spock seemed to flip a switch at Kirk’s goading and go totally lethal. Through the mind melds, Chris knew even more what Spock had been going through since then.

“He’s much better lately, though, so good job on that,” Number One said as she tipped her head to him. “Whatever unsettled him, he seems to be working through it.”

Chris knew Number One meant for him to take credit for the mind melds settling Spock. He hadn’t told her about sleeping with him. Maybe he should.

Talking about their crew like this was nothing out of the ordinary. It was in fact their job to shepherd their officers along, launching their best and brightest into service for the fleet. And that included talking about their strengths and weaknesses. But talking about Spock now, especially after last night, was thorny. Chris didn’t feel very objective. On the other hand, he’d always played favorites, and he’d never been very objective when it came to his hand-picked few. Pike’s posse, as Number One so charmingly referred to it. She was of course the founding member.

“You’re probably right,” Number One said eventually. “They’ll be fine. Besides, Kirk needs the sensitivity training and/or the Vulcan equivalent of a restrained beatdown. There’s a difference between Spock getting pissy at him for leaving a mess on the table versus Kirk antagonizing him for not showing emotion. The situations are wildly different.”

Chris agreed wholeheartedly, but he couldn’t help but defend Sam, too. “Kirk’s been under a lot of stress. They both have been.”

“As if life on a starship is ever stress free?” Number One countered. “Every officer has to find their own way to deal with the pressure without making things more difficult for their fellow crew members. And that applies especially to respecting xenobiological differences. If Kirk can’t manage it, he should find another position.”

“I trust them to work it out,” Chris said.

“Of course you do,” she said approvingly. “You’re their captain, and you see the best in your crew.”

“You’re their first officer. I know you see the best in them, too.”

“Yep, I see their potential.” She grinned. “But maybe you should tag along as a babysitter.”

They both laughed.

“Well, hey, if it helps,” Chris joked, refilling her glass. “You know I’d never ask my crew to do something I wasn’t willing to do myself.”

“I know, Chris. Believe me, I know.”

#fic stuff #me being mad not at sam but at the writers for making me mad at sam lol #snw fic

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storymaker14 · 6 months

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A Man Twice Mourned

The year 2387

Vulcan

She sensed her daughter T’Val’s approach and hesitation to disturb her meditation… which probably spoke to how ineffective her meditation was. Even so, she chose not to acknowledge her until she spoke.

Which she did, soon enough. “Mother… it has been two weeks, and you have barely eaten in that time.”

She sighed internally, and opened her eyes. The candles arrayed around her had gutted and melted low, leaving them malformed and mostly liquid. “I know,” she said. “Between my grief, and my attempts to meditate to lessen my grief, more time has passed than I expected.” She began to rise to her feet, and T’Val reached out to help her; she gladly accepted. The age of 123 was not old, per se, for either her Vulcan half or her Romulan half, but the losses she had suffered in the recent past had sapped her strength.

Starfleet Vice Admiral (retired) Saavik smoothed her robes and tried to regain some composure, even if it was solely for her daughter’s benefit. “Thank you, daughter,” she said when she felt decently arranged. “I believe I am ready for food now.”

“I had prepared something in anticipation,” she replied. She, too, wore ceremonial robes of mourning, although of the two great losses Saavik had suffered, her daughter probably felt one far more keenly than the other. For that matter, she suspected she herself felt the same loss more keenly.

Two weeks prior, the Romulan sun had gone supernova, destroying the star system that contained Romulus, the homeworld of half her heritage. Losses totalled in the low eleven-digit range, an empirically horrible loss by any measure. And yet… Saavik’s grief and devastation at the loss of one person seemed to outweigh it.

The meal T’Val had prepared was simple but made with skill and care. Saavik had never been sure where this innate talent for food preparation had come from. She herself had never shown aptitude or interest, and her father–

Her father. Grief threatened to overtake her again, and so she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. It was not fully successful, but as the Humans might say, it did take the edge off.

“Would you prefer to eat alone?” T’Val asked.

“I would not,” Saavik replied. “I cannot guarantee I will be good company, but I would prefer to have yours.”

“Of course,” T’Val said. Together they sat, mother and daughter, with a third chair silently and mutually reserved for the person who ought to be there as well, but was not returning.

Saavik took a bite, and found it more than satisfying. “I should not have fasted so long,” she said.

“I was concerned,” T’Val said, and even through layers of practiced control, her mother knew it was true.

“I did not mean to add to your burden, daughter.”

“You are no burden. You are my mother. And I suspect that–” She tensed a moment, and Saavik could see that whatever she had been about to say, she was rewording. “That given our current circumstances, it is only proper that we keep a closer eye on each other’s state, whether physical, mental… or even emotional.”

Emotional indeed. Both of them, and for that matter her father as well, were only half-Vulcan, and so their discipline and control had come a bit harder-earned.

T’Val turned to her mother. “Would it trouble you if I spoke of Father?”

“Not at all,” Saavik assured her. “I think I would enjoy it.” Blatantly emotional language, but quite true.

Her daughter accepted the statement with a nod. “I was thinking of my birthday earlier this year. I did not expect him to arrive in person, given the importance of his research attempting to prevent the supernova, or mitigate its effect.” She paused, and there was undeniably a hint of an expression that told Saavik this was a treasured memory. “But he assured me that his daughter’s 100th birthday was an occasion that required special attention, and that it was only logical that he come to celebrate. His words showed no emotion, and yet conveyed his pride and affection so clearly. I will not forget that.”

It was just a bit too much for Saavik, who knew every word of her daughter’s statement was true. She reached out and took her daughter’s hand in her own, and they stayed like that a moment, their emotions and even their thoughts mingling at a low level. Saavik wasn’t quite ready to let go when she did, but she felt her own grief and pain at loss rising again, and that she did not want to heap upon T’Val.

There was a silence as both ate a few more bites. At last, though, T’Val spoke again: “He felt the same for you too, Mother. Even more so.”

“I know,” Saavik replied. “He made it clear to me, in so many ways, ever since–” She did not immediately finish her sentence.

T’Val waited patiently.

Another partially-successful calming breath, and Saavik continued. “What we shared began out of necessity,” she said. “When I discovered I was with child, he did offer to remain with me, but I did not wish to stand in his way. Even so… he visited as frequently as circumstances would allow. And once the Enterprise-A was decommissioned, he chose to find a position that allowed him to stay on Vulcan." Of course, all this was known to her daughter, but it was helping make the point she was about to make. "It was, of course, for your sake. But I have evidence it was for my sake as well… and his."

T'Val nodded, clearly either fully agreeing or accepting the evidence supported her hypothesis.

Saavik's brow furrowed in thought. "I still find it difficult to fully process our relationship. I suppose I must accept its ambiguity, even from the start. He rescued me from Hellguard, and put me in care of his parents; he was my role model, my mentor, my sponsor at the Academy. He–" Her voice hitched. In front of anyone else, she would have forced herself to regain control or excused herself, but her daughter had no illusion that she was emotionless, nor did she need one. "He saved my life, again, at the cost of his own." She remembered his funeral well. At the time, she had been ashamed of shedding tears. Now she allowed them to flow freely, both remembering him over a century prior, and feeling his renewed loss now. "It was fortunate how curious his rebirth was, or else I would have been quite overcome with delight."

T'Val rested a hand on her mother's arm. "You don't have to relive it all."

"I wish to," she stated calmly, but leaving no argument. "And then, as he aged so rapidly, and faced pon farr… I told myself it was rational and proper to save his life, even more so given he had saved mine." She met her daughter's eyes, and there was a hint, just so, of mischief. "I would not deny, though, that I found great satisfaction in it."

T'Val's hand tightened, just a bit, on Saavik's wrist. "I am not sure I need this sort of information on the circumstances that led to my existence." But T'Val was undeniably her child, and she saw her own incomplete seriousness reflected on her face.

Saavik sat back just a bit. "How strange it is, though, to mourn your father twice, over a hundred years apart. Once as a treasured mentor, savior, and near-kin, and once…" There again, grief threatened to swell, but holding on to how blatantly interesting the experience was helped her lessen it. "Once as the man with whom I shared a daughter, and eventually my life. He was not always with me in person, but he never failed to make his presence known. Or his affection, for the both of us."

A moment of silence passed between them, but it was no longer heavy. Speaking of him had made his loss clearer, but less painful.

"Do you think," T'Val said at last, "that you should have married earlier?"

Saavik gave that some thought. "Perhaps," she said. "It changed very few empirical details in our relationship, but there was something intangible that did seem… different. Improved." She turned to T'Val. "Of course, it did allow you the chance to do a more than satisfactory job in the ceremony itself, by my side. Any younger and you may not have accomplished it so well."

"I was fifty-seven years old, Mother."

"So young still."

T'Val conceded the point, no doubt realizing further debate against her mother would be fruitless.

Once they had finished their meal, Saavik stood, taking up her plate and utensils. "Would you be able to clean up from our meal and preparations? I am willing to complete it later if you are occupied, but right now, there is something I must do."

T'Val took the items from her hands. "Of course," she said, and Saavik sensed she knew what the something she must do was. "I will tidy for both of us."

"Thank you." She briefly touched her daughter's hand, then retreated not to where she had been meditating, but to her office. There she went to the console on her desk and said, "Computer… retrieve archived message from spacecraft Jellyfish." There had been only one; only time for one.

The computer gave a bleep of acknowledgement, then the screen lit up with his message:

Hello, my wife.

I regret that I cannot tell you this in person, or even in realtime. But circumstances have made it impossible to do this properly, so it must be done improperly.

I do not expect to return from Romulus. I am attempting to apply experimental red matter to stop the Romulan supernova from consuming more than it already has. Even if I am successful, however, I will not be able to return to you.

I grieve with thee on the loss of this world. I suspect you will grieve for me as well. In truth... I am sorry to give you further reason to grieve.

If I have not treated you with the tenderness you deserved, or have not made clear my love and desire for you, I am sorry for that as well. It was my intention to bring you joy and satisfaction, and a partnership that accomplished many things, both large and small – our daughter being far from the least of them. I hope I succeeded.

My logic fails me, my wife. So instead I send my deep and abiding love, and my sorrow at this insufficient goodbye.

I have no more time. So I must close and send this message before it is too late. Please tell T'Val that my thoughts were with you both as I completed my task.

Parted from me, and never parted, my wife.

Spock

The year 2263

New Vulcan

Commander Spock watched the shuttle from the Symmetry land, still not fully understanding the events that had led him here.

After the destruction of the Enterprise by Krall, and while the Enterprise-A was still under construction at Yorktown Station, he had requested and received extended leave. It was logical to seek rest after events of such intensity, and in addition, there were affairs in need of concluding. Nyota had offered to accompany him, but had understood when he declined. As agreeable as her company was, this seemed like something that ought to be done alone.

And so he went to New Vulcan to see what, if anything, needed to be done about his elder self – his late elder self, he often had to remind himself. How fascinating to mourn his own death, even if it was an older version of himself thrown back in time from an alternate future.

Unsurprisingly, given the man had arrived in the present in a small starship, he had very few personal effects. What little he had, then, he had either obtained here and now, or had been of critical importance. One such item was the image of the crew of the Enterprise, but older and only vaguely recognizable beyond Spock himself.

There were, however, three other items, and they were the ones that, five weeks later, had brought him -- and the shuttle from the Symmetry here.

The shuttle came to a halt and powered down; Spock looked back down at the two other images his future self had brought with him. One was of Spock, older than he was now but far younger than his counterpart, with a woman and a young girl, both with Vulcanoid features. The girl resembled both the older Spock and the woman with him, which was a clear implication of who the three of them were to each other. The second was of Spock and the woman, older yet, both dressed impeccably for whatever occasion was in progress. It appeared to be their wedding.

And then there was the note.

The hatch to the shuttle opened, and a number of people began to file out. All looked worse for wear; all had the pointed ears and sloped eyebrows of his people, but some… some had the divergent frontal development that spoke to Romulan heritage.

Just as the note had said, then.

Next from the shuttle was a contrasting pair: a woman in ragged clothes, and a man of dignified bearing and composure. The man spotted Spock close by, raised his hand in the Vulcan salute, and greeted him simply: "My son."

Spock returned the salute. "Father. I see the coordinates provided were accurate."

"They were," Sarek confirmed. "I still have some… dissonance about acting on information from the future. But," he continued before his son could object, "given the obvious divergences already from the future your elder self described, I suppose some flexibility is permitted."

Spock wondered if the rationale his father provided was the complete explanation, or whether even he was not immune to being influenced by grandchildren, even unborn ones unlikely to exist in this timeline. "Your influence in this matter was invaluable."

"My influence is at your disposal, my son," he said. A mutual nod passed between them, acknowledging the improved relationship that had resulted from the tragedies of five years previous. Then he turned to the woman who had accompanied him. "T'Pala, this is my son, Commander Spock of Starfleet. Spock, this is T'Pala." He looked as if he wished to say more, but he clearly knew full well that Spock and T'Pala would have more than enough to discuss. "I will take my leave, and allow you to speak." And so he did.

Spock had considered what to say to this woman when they finally met. Unfortunately he had not decided. So he allowed himself to, as his Human side might say, wing it. "Forgive me if I am being forward, with knowledge difficult to explain… but, are you pregnant?"

T'Pala raised both eyebrows. "I am," she answered. "I found out several days before the Symmetry found us." She tilted her head to the side. "I have told my husband Sivak and no one else. I will also be forward, Commander: how could you possibly know?"

So. That also explained why the note was not to be opened until a specific stardate. "It is a long story," he informed her.

"I appear to have a great deal of time," she answered.

Time indeed, reflected Spock. He recalled the words that his future self had written to, well, himself:

I suspect your future will not resemble my past, and you will never have the same interaction or relationship with the woman in these images. I had resolved to take these actions myself, then, when the time was correct. However, I now believe I will not live to accomplish them, and so the obligation I feel to her, no matter the timeline, falls to you:

Retrieve the survivors from Hellguard as soon after the date provided as is practical. Locate T'Pala and Sivak among them, and make sure they want for nothing. Enlist the aid of our father if possible.

And finally, if they have not already chosen a name for their unborn daughter, suggest the name Saavik.

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Author's Notes, both from the original posting elsewhere and from posting it here, can be found at this link.

#star trek #spock/saavik #vulcan #fluff #romantic #mourning #fanfic #spock #saavik

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isagrimorie · 3 months

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the benefits of watching TNG is realizing that romulans have always Been Like That. they self sabotage a LOT, they’re worse than cardassians and they will cut off their own nose to spite other people. And. It. Always. Bites. Them.

95% the reason they always lose is that they are their own worst enemy.

The reason why Federation wasn’t able to help during the evacuation was because the ROMULANS via the zhat vash BLEW UP THE FEDERATION SHIP YARD, out of an irrational fear of robots in their whole secret society thing.

i thought it was a new romulan thing in Picard, but no— its the part of the Romulan DNA.

sela, tasha yar’s daughter, blew her own plan by talking too much and being far, far too smug.

poor tasha yar.

honestly, all the federation, starfleet, and the vulcans need to do sometimes is just not do anything because eventually the romulans will frak up their own plans. especially since i think its hinted the romulan sun going supernova is also their own damned fault.

#star trek #romulans are kind of like #dr evil #from austin powers #maybe they are worse than dr evil

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within-its-cave · 2 years

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I love imagining Romulans and Vulcans with fangs and long, sharp claws. Well, more the former the second one, since I'm sure Vulcans would try to keep theirs dulled down. But Romulans I can see carefully maintaining theirs.

I also just love the headcanon that bite-marking is seen as an intimate and special thing with Vulcans and Romulans. And, in this case, with Romulans, probably scratches as well.

#Psy says stuff #romulans #vulcans #Star Trek

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punkbxt · 4 years

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me @starfleet while watching enterprise: this is why vulcans dont FUCKING LOVE YOU

#like????? they really just fuck their shit up LMFAO #bro.... starfleet..... pls just leave them alone its gonna bite you in the ass someday #why do you think romulans dont even interact?#they saw the dumb shit you be pulling on vulcans and they said nah bro fuck that shit its on sight #me too tbh #star trek #star trek enterprise #textpost

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ignatiusteto · 3 years

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lieutenant commander t’mava also adopted baby of space wives. half vulcan, half romulan, all sarcasm. does, in fact, bite.

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deepspacedukat · 4 months

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It's me again! Guess who's drowning in Rekar brainrot after my ask ?

Following your answer, he would definitely mark his territory by either offering jewelry or put his smell on you (with his perfume or directly with his skin's natural scent. Like...he just take you in a sensual embrace and WOOSH ! You are covered and ready to show the world you are his! Since vulcan seems to be sensitive to pheromones, there's no reason Romulans aren't). I think this guy can be quite feral at times...but it gets SO worse when he understands that he can trust you.

Also, I think it would be pretty easy for human women to seduce him. I clearly see Rekar as a "Wants badly what scares him" kind of guy. But whenever you show him interest, the man just go full paranoid mode xD

Meeeeee, I've been feral since that ask too!!

Rekar definitely would mark his territory. He's definitely the possessive type, if you ask me. The scent-marking: YES. YES YES, HE WOULD SO DO THAT. I have definitely written Romulans to be pheromone sensitive before, so I 100000% believe that. When he trusts his partner, he's doubly possessive.

Yeeeees, I firmly believe Rekar's bark is way worse than his bite. Humans would be able to seduce him very easily. Just yes. 100000% agreed with everything you said. He may be a Commander, but that doesn't mean he's immune to the seductive qualities of the Threatening Humans.

#deepspacedukat asks #zierzam

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wifeofspock · 3 years

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Vulcans like to bite, but refrain from doing so because the act of biting into someone looks undignified.

Romulans go right at it.

not even sexual most of the time, they just wanna *chomp*.

#vulcan headcanons #romulan headcanons #Vulcan #Romulan #vulcan #star trek #they are cats

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shangqinghua · 3 years

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Tell us about the star trek untamed au, please

(Love your blog by the way)

Ahh thank you! I’m glad you like it here :)) The Untamed Star Trek au:

Okay so. This AU is set in the TNG-DS9-VOY era because that’s my favourite

Characters and Species:

Wei Wuxian is a half-human half-trill. Later in life, but still very early by normal standards, is joined, but because of his half-human heritage there are some weird effects on the symbiont. He was adopted by the Jiangs after his mother (Trill, joined, though her symbiont died with her) and father (human) were killed on a planetside mission by a group of human settlers.

Jiang Fengmian is human, Yu Ziyuan is Klingon. Their style of showing affection is very different from each other. Both Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli act more human than Klingon, but Jiang Cheng does have the Klingon temper and Jiang Yanli picks has a bit of the obsession with honour, though not to the extent that other Klingons have.

Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen are both half Vulcan (father), half Romulan (mother). Their mother left their father just after Lan Wangji was born and they see her very infrequently. Their father then decided to partake in Kolinhar (purging of all emotions, the final step to pure logic) and they never saw him again.

Meng Yao is half-Betazoid (mother), half-Orion (father). His goal is to find his father and get revenge for what he did to his mother. His father drove her into an obsession with him while he was with her using pheromones he produces as an Orion (and an outlier, as these pheromones are usually only produced by female Orions) and then left her without warning. She was heartbroken, and even as a Betazoid had been unable to read his true intentions of never returning.

Jin Zixuan is half-Orion and half-Klingon, and slightly prejudiced against Klingons despite being half-Klingon himself. At first he is wary of Jiang Yanli, but after getting to know her he falls head over heels in love and starts biting anyone who disrespects his wife.

Nie Mingjue is half-Klingon (mother) and half-Betazoid (father). This leads to him being a very emotionally sensitive and confrontational person. He and Meng Yao bond over being half Betazoid. He constantly struggles with his empathic abilities and

Nie Huaisang is half-Orion (mother) and half-Betazoid (father). His empathic abilities are extremely weak, but not nonexistent. If he touches you, he can feel them very strongly, but he has almost no non-touch based empathic ability.

Wen Ruohan and sons are all Cardassians. After Cardassia joins forces with the Dominion (which is the main antagonist group that is trying to enforce, well, dominion over the Alpha Quadrant in DS9) he leads the Cardassian forces. It was also widely rumoured that Wen Ruohan was a high ranking member of the Obsidian Order (Cardassian Secret Service) and that he became slightly unhinged during his tenure.

Wen Ning and Wen Qing are also Cardassians, though they left the planet a while back. Wen Ning dies during a Borg attack and is assimilated, though Wei Wuxian manages to keep him from being taken back to the Borg Cube that attacked and he manages to remove the Borg programming.

Mianmian is Bajoran and was part of the Bajoran resistance before she joined Starfleet. Despite having been under the Cardassian Occupation, she holds no ill will towards the species in general, just those who held up the occupation.

#I'll update w actual plot tomorrow night lol i sleepy #and that part is... substantial and not all written #untamed #the untamed #star trek #sailor--diana #also i feel like i'm missing people on this list #please tell me im going to sit here forever stewing #(not side characters or prev generation characters though. just like wwx generation main characters)#ask me more about this id love to elaborate #sqh.txt

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kinetic-elaboration · 3 years

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September 17: 3x07 Day of the Dove

I am incredibly discombobulated today—usual weekend nocturnal shenanigans I guess! Anyway it’s somehow midnight. Gonna try to write up these note on the Classic episode The Day of the Dove in as efficient a manner as possible.

Hmm, a planet with wavy pink Fraggle plants. I like it already.

But where is Spock? Very suspicious.

I really appreciate Kirk giving a little speech to set up the overall question/issue for us. (I know he does this all the time with the Captain’s logs but this is out loud and so… more obviously expository.)

Oh no, it’s our old friends…the Klingons.

I will admit that this ONE TIME, the Klingon is being reasonable. Like, it is reasonable to think that Kirk and the Enterprise attacked his ship, given that his hip WAS attacked, and who else would it be?

Three years of peace between the Klingons and the Federation? That is inclusive of the show so all this tension must technically be “peace” and also implies there was something more like a direct war going on, like, right before Kirk got the captaincy.

Zoolander voice: What is this, a colony of the INVISIBLE?

“We have no devil. But we understand the habits of yours.”

No takers? No takers on the torture? No volunteers to be mercilessly tortured by the Klingons?

Star Trek Beyond could have had Kirk and Chekov bond over being brothers! I mean, to other people.

They’ll kill 100 hostages at the first sign of treachery. He does know there are only 400-some people on the ship right? Maybe you should pace yourself, Kang.

Kirk’s so badass he needs MULTIPLE guns trained on him just to use the phone.

Oh-ho secret message to Spock. Which version of the iPhone will be capable of doing THAT?

The Klingons are “suspended in transit” is an awfully nice way of saying they’re just dematerialized atoms in space. Philosophy major and/or Bones nightmare fuel.

How did Kang not see this coming, by the way? Like, he just says “I’m taking your ship now, me and my 6 men versus your 400-some men, and I’ll do this by simply declaring it to be so. Now let’s beam up to your ship, where I’ll be greatly outnumbered, and there are armed security guards all around me.” Guess he’s been reading The Secret!

WIFE AND SCIENCE OFFICER

Aka the most important part of this whole episode.

Kirk’s face is very ?????? You can have both????

It’s legitimately not even important for her to be the science officer tbqh. Like that is so gratuitous. That’s just in there to drive me insane.

"We're prisoners, somehow, after I demanded to come on the ship, assuming they'd just give it to me without any kind of fight. How DID this happen?”

Federation death camps lol—someone’s been watching Fox News.

I do kind of wonder… is this an actual rumor that goes around the Klingon homeworld or is it something that the alien entity put in her head specifically to make her angrier right now? I mean it really could be either.

I also appreciate this episode for being pretty much the only one to actually attempt to give the Klingons a reason for being as they are. The Romulans… maybe aren’t well-described, but they do have a sort of regalness to them, appropriate for being related to Vulcans, and you can kind of imagine that they are the way they are because they’re Vulcans without the intense self-control. Plus they’re literally only in 2 TOS eps and in the second, the Federation are the aggressors. But the Klingons show up a half-dozen times only to be depicted each time as just like Cartoonishly Bad, aggressive, violent, and selfish for basically no reason. And I mean, some people really are!! But TOS has so much nuance in other places, that it always seemed a little disappointing to me that the Klingons are really just like ‘well we’re just bad and we hate everyone and we really like killing I guess.” At least in this ep there’s a little more added to that: that there is poverty on their world, that they feel aggrieved, that they feel unprotected, that taking and conquering is how they look after themselves…

I think that’s later in the episode though.

He’s detaining them in the LOUNGE lol. With their favorite dishes available to them to eat. Absolutely barbarous conditions.

I can’t believe Chekov is hanging in the elevator with the cool kids. Like, one of these things really isn’t like the others.

Kang is officially sure of himself for someone currently imprisoned in the lounge, that most fearsome of Federation death camps.

Hmm, could the glittery light alien have taken over??

You know what, that's a lot of tasks for Johnson to do all by himself: search the whole ship, fix the engines, and free 400 people.

Sulu would love this: everyone gets a sword!!

“Bridge. I gotta show this to Sulu immediately.”

Klingons have maintained a dueling tradition. That’s interesting. Finally some characterization going on.

Spock is really living up to his logical nature today. Everyone else has gone off the emotional deep end and he’s like “have you considered this completely rational explanation that accounts for the actual, observed facts??”

Whoops Chekov is actually an only child. Scratch that previous Beyond headcanon. (Interesting that his dead brother does really resemble Sam though—killed on a research colony??)

Love that Sulu knows that about him though.

Oh, that’s a pretty schematic picture of the Enterprise. I want that on a t-shirt.

Lol the pan out to the armory, now filled with… swords!!

Do ALL of these men have a fetish for swords? Sulu and fencing, Spock displaying swords in his quarters, and Kirk in his San Francisco apartment, and Scotty salivating over this Scottish blade.

“Klingon units.”

Finally Sulu gets his sword! It’s what he deserves.

Love that the shiny light alien also has a fetish for swords.

Oh no, it’s our old adversary, an alien life force.

What is the alien’s purpose? Um, I’m pretty sure its purpose is to start shit.

“An appropriate choice of terms, Captain.” I don’t even remember what this is referring to but I think it’s pretty clear that Spock is enjoying himself during a crisis again.

Bones, being so dramatic. Were there atrocities? He’s talking about the Klingons as if they were literally hacking off limbs—it’s a few stab wounds here and there, chill.

Oooh, time to behave like military men—strong words. (But I thought it wasn’t the military?? @ S**** P****) (This might not even be my best argument, given the context of this episode, but I’m sticking with it.)

This is like a giant game of capture the flag.

AU that’s just about the Enterprise crew playing capture the flag with the Klingons.

Sulu in the background standing guard with his sword

Damn, turning on Spock with the slurs now!!

Spock was absolutely ready to kill him. Like he would 100% have taken him out with a blow to the head. And he’d been doing such a good job of not feeling the alien’s effects so far! Admittedly, that was a strong provocation though.

Honestly, I really like this scene. It’s uncomfortable and tense and you can really see how the alien is bringing out the worst possible influences of their respective races. And I liked how Spock was definitely full on pre-Reform Vulcan for a minute there. It was a more effective portrayal of what that might have looked like than All Our Yesterdays tbqh.

A result of… stress?

Kirk got himself out of it first. He’s so strong. He knows himself so well, he cannot be outsmarted by any alien.

“We’ve been taught to think in terms other than war.”

“The alien brings out the worst of us—patriotic drumbeating…even race hatred.”

He’s so sad; he can’t imagine thinking like that about Spock :(

Sulu in a Jeffries tube! A man of many talents. It’s okay bb, take credit for turning on the lights.

The alien must have been getting bored. The Klingons must have been doing too well, and the playing field needs to be leveled for maximum shit-stirring.

“Let’s find that alien.” That’s how I ALWAYS feel.

Oh, Kang, you’re so close—“What power supports our battle but thwarts our victory.” So, so close to getting it.

ALIEN DETECTED.

Spock takes his sword, of course.

“Jim.” Obligatory Jim moments hit differently when they’re not so obligatory.

“Jim—stop hitting my protégé. And put that sword down.”

Kirk looks so sad, picking Chekov up to carry him bridal style.

Also in addition to ‘race hatred’ I think we need to add ‘rape-y tendances’ to the bad stuff that the alien is inspiring here.

“A brief surge of racial bigotry. Most distasteful.” Spock winning for understatement of the year.

They're assuming the alien is trying to test out their relative powers but I think it just wants entertainment. I mean, doesn’t it look like a naughty little thing?

Mara’s outfit is… little shorts? Interesting. Usually not my style but she makes it work.

Spock doesn’t even look at Johnson as he falls lol. Another one bites the dust.

“It exists on the hate of others.”

What does this remind me of? Oh, the Vast of Night and the whole “aliens made us do every bad thing ever” conspiracy theory. At least this one makes more sense, in part because it is not quite so overwhelmingly broad!

All hostile attitudes must be eliminated, he says, and there's Mara right behind Kirk giving him a death stare lol.

Kang is so obviously posing. Google Earth, always taking pictures.

Only a few minutes before drifting forever in space becomes inevitable? Good thing Kirk works well under pressure.

“Well… do whatever you can, Scotty. You know the drill.” Doesn’t even bother giving real directions anymore. We’ve been in this scenario before.

“So we drift in space, with only hatred and bloodshed aboard.”

And the 392 people below just get to…live in Enterprise prison, I guess.

Star date: Armageddon. So dramatic!

I’m not even making that up; that’s an actual quote. Can you imagine being an Admiral listening to this?

“Stop the war now.” An actual line, really aired on television.

Spock wants to threaten the wife lol. That's the old pre-Reform Vulcan seeping through. Surak who?

Damn, Kang is cold. “Eh, she gets the concept of being killed in battle.” They’re gonna need marriage counseling after this.

“There is another way. Mutual trust and help.” Yes that’s my hero!!

“No one can guarantee the actions of another.” Can’t remember the context of this entirely anymore, but great line.

The entity is loving this—multi-person choreographed sword fight!!

"Those who hate and fight must stop themselves. otherwise it is not stopped.” Another baller line. Spock has a lot of deep thoughts today. And so does Kirk. And Kang.

Kirk tries to reason with the alien. Nice try.

“Shoo. Shoo, alien. Off the ship, go away.”

Omg that last moment—Kang slapping Kirk’s back way too hard, Spock’s completely ridiculous wide-eyed expression when he does, like some sort of combo of amusement and confusion, and then Sulu just passing on by in the background….

Then the alien just yeets itself into space. And that’s the end!

Always feels weird when there’s no wrap up on the bridge.

Also, what are they going to do with the Klingons? They have no ship. They really did come out of this a lot worse than Kirk and co. No ship, huge casualties—and no one to blame even, but the alien.

I feel like the alien messed up a little in killing so many Klingons. Like, it could have accomplished its purpose, angering the Klingons and turning them on Kirk, by attacking the ship a little less violently—you know they’d react to 5 deaths pretty much the same as 400, and then there would be many more people to fight forever and produce that sweet sweet anger!

Maybe the alien’s powers aren’t strong enough to influence 800 people though. Also it wants equal forces and 800 people wouldn’t fit on the Enterprise, one assumes. So it still makes sense.

That was, of course, an excellent episode. 100% agree with is classic status, even though the main things I remembered going in were the wife + science officer bit, and everyone laughing at the end in a really forced, fake way, in order to make the alien go away.

I thought the Klingons were a lot better/more interesting today than usual. First, I think Kang is a better character, or a better actor maybe, than the others; he has a certain way about him that is… more watchable, more sympathetic. And he’s always saying these really dramatic things that make it seem likely he writes patriotic Klingon war poetry in his off time. Also, including his wife made them seem more… not human obviously, but normal. Not just cardboard cut-out villains. And of course the actual lightly specific motivations I earlier mentioned helped too.

Also, the plotting was very good: it built up slowly but surely over time, so at first the alien’s influence wasn’t that obvious, and then it became more so, and then it became horrifically obvious and extreme. And then you had to re-evaluate earlier moments: was that the alien changing facts in their heads, or a real part of the animosity between humans and Klingons? And it wasn’t always clear, which I appreciated. The tension when the people were at their worst wasn’t overdone, like in that moment with Scotty, Spock, and Kirk—or even in Chekov’s assault on Mara, tbh. The various strategies of the different sides were very entertaining too; there was never a dull moment, and they fit in a lot of straight-up actions and twists into 50 minutes.

The possible threat was truly terrifying, also: stuck in a space ship, forever, unable to die, feeling the worst possible emotions all the time, besieged, angered, despairing, fighting a war that can’t be won, being injured and suffering only to recover and fight again, and it never stops… A perfect nightmare mixture of insanity and violence and pain. And the alien, in encouraging hatred and anger, doesn’t discriminate between sides: they turn on each other just as much as on the Klingons, breeding paranoia and infighting. For eternity.

The episode also felt much more strongly anti-war than I remember tbh. Like it was not subtle. Kirk literally says “stop the war” in so many words. He has a part in his speech where he talks about the possibility of other aliens out there, encouraging other wars. And while I do think “maybe the aliens are making us do it” is a cop out explanation, or would be if it were real, the scenario gave the show a lot of room to say, like, pretty ballsy things: to include “patriotic drum beating” along with “race hatred” in a list of corrupting feelings they were experiencing; to show how the same instincts that lead to warring also lead to sexual assault and the aforementioned ‘race hatred;” to reveal the true horror of an endless war by making the participants unkillable and sticking them in a singular space ship in the middle of nowhere; to imply that the combatants of war gain nothing from it, but outside or third-party entities will pull strings of their own design to profit from the conflict as long as possible; even to make an impassioned plea to camera to stop the endlessness of the conflict. Like I can’t even totally unpack this but it is a lot!

Finally, it was also a great Kirk episode, which of course is my most important factor. He’s smart; he’s strong; he’s so sure of himself and his values that he cannot be manipulated to mindless hatred, he represents the values of the Federation, and the show itself; he treats even his enemies with basic respect and humanity; and ultimately, he saves the day.

Okay I was not efficient in writing this up at all! It is very late!!

#the year 2021 #2021: star trek #2021: fandom thoughts #star trek tos

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starfleet-jelly · 3 years

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We’re Still Friends - Simon Tarses x Reader

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It had been almost a year after the trial where Simon had been accused of being a traitor and his Romulan heritage was reviled. It had been almost a year since he had stepped foot onto the Enterprise-D, but he almost felt relief when he did. Simon’s punishment for lying on Starfleet documents had been temporary suspension. He though he’d certainly be sent to some remote starbase when he was allowed back, however, Captain Picard had been kind enough to ask for him back. Simon nervously walked down the corridors of the Enterprise towards his quarters. He wondered what his crewmates would think of him now. They knew he was part Romulan, not Vulcan. He was especially afraid of what (y/n) would think of him. They were pretty close before the whole fiasco. Simon’s chest tightened a little. What if she didn’t want to be around him anymore? After all, he lied to her, he lied to everyone about who he really was. He was lucky Starfleet Command didn’t place him in jail for fraud.

Simon entered his quarters and dropped his belongs onto the floor. He sat down on he edge of his bed and placed his hands over his face. He felt relief when he first stepped onto the Enterprise, but the longer he was here the more he felt dread and guilt coming over him. Guilt that he no longer belonged here, hell never belonged here! He was a lair! A Romulan. Someone more qualified, more confident should be here instead of him, he messed up by lying. Simon rubbed his face and sighed as he tried to control his emotions. Even only a quarter Romulan, his emotions were still all over the place, hard to control and hard to ignore. Simon stood up and began to unpack his things. He shouldn’t be sitting here wallowing in guilt, that isn’t what Captain Picard brought him back for. As Simon unpacked his things is console beeped. Simon walked over and answered it. “Crewman Tarses,” The voice belonging to no other than the Captain said. “I would like to speak with you in my Ready Room please.” Simon swallowed hard. “Yes, Captain, right away, sir.”

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Simon stood stiffly as he entered the Ready Room. “Captain.” Simon greeted and Picard stood and smiled. “It’s good to see you again Crewman Tarses, welcome back.” Picard walked from around his desk and leaned against it. “It’s been a year since you were last on the Enterprise, I have a few PADDs for you about all the updates to code..”he started and handed Simon a couple of PADDs. “I have to inform you that I was unable to reassign you to your duties you had, and you’ll be doing research instead of the hands on duties you had before your temporary suspension.” Simon knew this already, it had been in the communique he received when he was first informed of his return to Enterprise. Picard locked his hands in front of him and looked up at Simon. “It may be difficult to reintegrate yourself back into the crew, if you cannot handle it, I will transfer you to a starbase if you would like.” Simon looked down and then back up at Picard. “Uh, N-no, Captain, I believe I’ll be fine, thank you.” Picard gave a quick smile and patted Simon on the shoulder. “Good, good. Your shift starts tomorrow” Simon nodded as he was lead out by Picard. “I’m glad to have you back Tarses, I hope to see good things from you.”

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He stood nervously at his station. Simon was supposed to be writing down and monitoring bacteria but he couldn’t focus, (y/n) was going to walk in any minute. The young man might have looked at the crew schedule sometime yesterday to see when she would be working. In 6 minutes she would come strolling through that door. The first time the two had met was his third day on the Enterprise, Simon had gotten horribly lost. All of the corridors looked the same and he was only trying to find storage. (y/n) found him on the completely wrong level and was nice enough to take him to the right area. When he first saw her his chest felt like it may concave. Again, two days later, Simon found himself lost and bumped into (y/n). She helped him again and proclaimed herself to be his new guide to the Enterprise, seeing as how he kept managing to get lost.

“I thought Vulcans had something like photographic memory, how is it you get lost so often?” she teased him, pushing his shoulder lightly.

“I’m only a quarter Vulcan, I guess impressive memory wasn’t one of the traits I was afforded.” Simon laughed shyly as they walked down the corridors.

Simon found himself smiling at the memory. After that encounter (y/n) and Simon spent a lot of time together. They most meals together, laughing and talking about work and things. He remembered one day he went to meet her for lunch and saw the cast that covered her right arm.

“What happened here (y/n)?” Simon asked worriedly motioning to her injured arm. She just shrugged and gave a giggle.

“Well, there was an accident in Engineering and one of the patients had gotten radiation poisoning, he was hallucinating, I was thrown across sickbay! I’ll tell ya, nothin gets the heart a pumping like being thrown effortlessly like a bag of potatoes!” (y/n) flailed her arms in the air dramatically. “Thank goodness you weren’t there Tarses!”

Simon’s chest tightened and he frowned, “If I were there, you wouldn’t have gotten thrown (y/n).” he said as he sat down and took her covered arm. “Does it hurt?” (y/n) gave him a half smile and shook her head.

“No, Tarses, it doesn’t hurt.” (y/n) playfully patted his shoulder and Simon felt is face heat up a bit.

Simon looked up from his station as he heard the doors his open. His chest tightened like it had so many other times he saw her. She looked the same as the last time he had saw her. He quickly looked down to his station before she could see him looking at her. Simon was so focused on not looking at her he didn’t even notice that she had walked right up to him until he felt someone shove his shoulder. He looked up with slightly wide eyes to see (y/n) giving him a wide grin. “Tarses! It’s good to see you again!” she chirped. Simon gave a half laugh and smiled. “(y/n) its good to see you again too.” She walked past him a bit “We should have lunch together Tarses” Simon looked at her and nodded, “I would like that.” (y/n) walked over to her station and began her work.

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Simon nervously sat down beside (y/n) in Ten Forward and she smiled at him. “Tarses, its been a while, how are you?” she asked. Simon gave a small smile. “I’ve been good, I was on Mars for a while, helping my mother with her practice.” She gave a nod. “It’s good you kept yourself busy.” she stabbed her food and moved it around her plate. “It’s kind of been a little dull since you left. There was like a whole thing with the holodeck, like there isn’t always something goin on with those damn things!” she rolled her eyes with a grin. “so many injuries, unique ones too, don’t often get to see dolphin bites, or head trauma from a coconut.” Simon looked at her in shock and then began to laugh. “I’m jealous I missed that. I bet it was a mess in sickbay.” Simon’s smile faded when (y/n) reached over and touched his arm gently. “I really wished you were there.” she gave him a smile. “I missed having you around, I really did.” Simon gave a smile and looked down at his hands and looked back up at her. “You’re not mad at me for lying to you, are you?” (y/n) shook her head. “I’m not mad, I’m a little sad you didn’t trust me, but I understand why you would lie about that, Romulans aren’t well liked, are they?” Simon nodded. “We’re still friends?” he asked. “We’re still friends, Tarses.” She gave a peck on his cheek. “Now lemme tell you how to treat a dolphin bite!” Simon’s face lit up and smiled.

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isagrimorie · 6 months

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Romulans really are more interesting enemies/antagonists than Klingons IMO.

Romulans and Cardassians.

I get the noble hot headed warrior thing. But I also kind of love the push and pull between Starfleet and the Romulans.

There’s almost a glimmer of respect from the Romulans towards Starfleet/Federation.

Balance of Terror has the Romulan captain respecting Kirk and the Enterprise. On TNG, there was a moment, in all that squabbling after finding the origins of their species when the Romulan captain acknowledged his ties and connections with the people on Enterprise.

But also, Romulans are always going 10 steps backwards too. They’re an interesting frenemy but also my god, are they a frustrating one.

Romulans loves biting off their own nose to spite their enemies.

And they’re always, always quick to blame the Federation— like for example being the cause of their own Sun going Supernova because a bunch of dodgy Romulan scientists/ military people were creating a weapon.

This set off a chain of events where a Romulan civilian cargo captain set about to ruin the past and create an alternate timeline creating AOS/Kelvin timeline.

And when mainline universe Federation was setting up rescue parties, another secretive sect of Romulans detonated Mars. Setting back both Romulan and Federation efforts and then, blaming the Federation from taking away the helping hand they scapegoated the Federation/Starfleet so most Romulans hate them.

But also they’re so interesting in that, they started out as Vulcans and split off enough from them that physically, Romulans have become so different.

And then there’s the Remans.

It’s all so fascinating, I really want to explore the political climate of 25th Century Alpha Quadrant with a dash of Gamma and Delta Quadrant.

I really hope we do get Seven and Enterprise’s show soon because that whole thing is ripe for interesting things happening.

That’s not even mentioning the Jurati Borg and their provisional membership to the Federation.

#star trek #star trek legacy #25th century star trek

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tough-girl9 · 4 years

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Five Moments of Feeling

Summary: Five moments in which Data experiences emotion and becomes just a little bit more human. A "if Data hadn't gotten the emotion chip" AU.

Part 2: Contentment

Part 3: Pride

Part 4: Offense

Part 5: Saudade

Also posted on FFN and AO3

A/N: Over the summer, I watched all seven seasons and four movies of the Next Gen universe and found myself unexpectedly hooked, particularly in regards to a certain cinnamon roll of an android second officer. This is my first writing foray into Data’s universe.

I began writing what will be a five-shot while I was still watching the series. As I watched Data’s character growth over the seasons, I loved the moments when Data becomes just a little tiny bit more human, when he masters some new aspect of human behavior (be it sneezing, tap dancing, or small talk) or when he has a revelation about some new part of humanity. Watching Data grow, I found myself hoping for him to slowly “discover” different emotions in the same slow, gentle way that he grew in other aspects. And so I wrote what would become the first of my five-part collection as a projection of what I hoped to see in the show.

Now that I have finished the seasons and movies, I know that this collection isn’t “canon” but I still wanted to write and share it. I had mixed feelings about the emotion chip from Generations. On the one hand, it allowed Data to experiment with a wide variety of different emotions and led to some great scenes (that one with Data and Picard in stellar cartography, wow), but I still would have liked to see Data slowly gaining the ability to register and process different emotions over time (at least in a more recognizably human way, since I fall solidly in the camp of Data fans who believe he had his own version of emotions all along). I would have liked to get to linger over and savor Data’s discovery of each emotion and the other characters’ reactions to it.

So, if you like, view this collection of vignettes as a “what would have happened without the emotion chip” AU. Enjoy!

Five Moments of Feeling Part 1: Humor

The first moment was in Ten Forward.

They were docked at Star Base 352 for standard repairs and inspections that would last at least a week, and as such the crew were on leave for the next several days. Spirits were high, glasses of real Terran beer rather than synthehol were being passed around, and the sounds of laughter and friendly camaraderie filled the room.

“And so the Romulan just looks at the Vulcan Ambassador and says, ‘Well, maybe you can, but I vulcan’t,” Riker finished, a huge grin on his face as he leaned back, anticipating his crewmates’ reactions.

Geordi groaned dramatically and put a hand to his VISOR, shaking his head at the Commander’s lame joke. Deanna put several fingers to her lips, hiding her small smile demurely. Worf snorted and shook his head, muttering something about “human humor” and taking another swig of his drink.

There was silence for just a moment, then sudden laughter.

Riker, Geordi, Deanna, and Worf all turned as one, staring in shocked surprise at Data.

“Data, did you just…laugh?” Geordi asked incredulously.

Data’s face had returned to its usual emotionless state. The android tilted his head slightly to the side, his lips curving downward into a curious frown. “Yes, according to my memory logs, it would appear that I did,” he replied.

“But why, Data?” Deanna asked, only just concealing a puzzled smile. “I have never heard you laugh like that before.”

Data’s guileless yellow eyes turned to the ship’s Counselor, his eyebrows quirking just slightly. “The joke,” he said. “The Commander’s joke, it was…funny.”

Geordi shook his head in despair. “Oh my word, Data, the very first joke you get and it had to be one of Riker’s.”

“Hey, it was a good joke,” Riker put in.

Data was watching them with a puzzled frown. “I do not understand. Should I not have laughed?” he asked.

Geordi shook his head, biting back a chuckle at his best friend’s bemusement. “No, Data,” he answered, shaking his head. “No, you laugh all you want.”

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