so with data being alive again and after 22 years of absence does he finally get that backdated promotion of commander ? i mean giving up your life to save the ship should at least get something... right ?

I watched Tacoma Fire finally and found out about Mr. Rutherfords kinks for powerful women. HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH TENDI JUST GOT SO MUCH BETTER I NEED TO REWATCH EVERYTHING NOW

Kurt Bendera is dead. Chakotay and the others are saying nice things about him at the memorial. It's your turn now. What did Kurt Bendera do for you? I'll start:

He loaned me five strips of latinum and he never asked for it back. He told me not to worry about it. We're in the Delta Quadrant now and they don't even use latinum. Just take him out for a drink and a game of pool at Sandrines and we'll be even. We never got around to it. 😭😭😭😭😭

Have you ever wanted to see how the average Vulcan logics? How an Andorian farms an ice moon? How a Klingon klings?

I propose a series within universe where a Rick Steves type travels to all the local spots on various Alpha Quadrant worlds. Each season focuses on one planet and goes top to bottom of the hidden away places you need to visit when on vacation.

By focusing on one planet a season costs can be kept down with reusing costumes, sets, cgi assets etc... as well have the added benefit of them being recycled for the half dozen other Star Trek series in production. More detail can be put into other aspects of the other shows because the travel show footed the bill prior.

As an ex genocidal dictator benevolent ruler of a planet, I somehow ended up the emissary in a cult for some of the easily led most devout people of the previously subjugated happy planet. Aboard an old forced labor work placement station, I humbly accepted the role in leading the gullible my followers on a peaceful path, one of faith, forgiveness, openness (especially the females) and wearing earrings on a different ear. The gods also told me that my followers should lead pure lives, and that when chosen, only the best looking most devout would be blessed with a child.

It was good for a while, we decorated the old station with lots of dark banners and my followers started wearing red armbands and erecting statues and painting flattering paintings of me. We also indulged in a a bit of an assassination attempt a prank on a federation captain and a little bit of kidnapping ding dong ditch of a kernel whose mum I used to bang knew.

And then it happened, one of my followers, a truly blessed female, really blessed, (oh yes) fell pregnant, and it was a joyous occasion. Up until the damned miraculous child was born, because lo and behold it looked like me, for some reason the gods decided to honor the miracle child with my visage. I saw this as a problem good thing, a truly celebratory moment. However the ungrateful bastards my followers did not see it that way, and I am now barricaded in my quarters as they bang on the door shouting that they are going to throw me out of an air lock.

How do I convince them this truly was the work of the gods and not the actions of a horn dog ex dictator who never could get enough of subjugated poontang a huge misunderstanding?

As we all know, the world is in crisis. Global warming threatens the continued well being of the human species. Being sustainable is important for our continued existence as a society. As such I applaud Enterprise for being ahead of its time. It used sustainable material throughout the ship. But especially on the bridge.

A carpenter was the main designer and builder of the NX-01 bridge. He used wood everywhere. Most notably, a block of wood at tactical, at communications, and at the helm.

The punnier the better.

I'm absolutely sick of Starfleet. My recruiter lied to me. Gonna be doing cool shit out in space my ass. I got a post on this supposed top ship, gotta go to crazy places and find new life to hook up with. Lies, this place is just a hotel, all we ever do is courier missions and "diplomacy'. Who the hell decided that beige was a good color for a ship anyway?

I got moved to security, get to blow stuff up and shoot phasers. Yeah, our captain never lets me shoot anything, until our weapons are down, then he says to shoot. I just stand there my entire shift, getting ignored when I say we should shoot ships that aggressively come at us. "I wonder if that ship coming towards us weapons hot is hostile"? Nah, better talk to them with shields down.

I said enough of this targ crap, and decided I was out. I could just get fired, but unemployment is underfunded. Can't quit either, unless I want Starfleet to stop paying back my tuition. So my only option is faking my way out. Get "hurt", and collect worker's comp for the rest of my life.

I traded an engineer some Holo-porn for help setting it up. Idea was I'd be doing inventory, and some "unsecured" equipment would "fall" on me. Even made sure the barrel was empty for safety. Anyway shit fell on me and I'm "crippled". Easy right?

Well no, luck had to fuck me raw. Problem is the crew are a bunch of pricks. Captain keeps mentioning how my culture practices suicide, saying how cool it is and I should try it. The first came around to tell me my kid, whom I am very close to and a great father to, is a little bitch, and he can kill me to be a man. Our doctor is an unethical quack, she's planning to replace my spine, even though she doesn't know how.

So I either get caught in my lie, or hope the doctor is sober enough for once, not to fuck it up.

Fully functional and all that, right?

The most disappointing aspect js that he has a right hand, and not a Borg cybernetic tool… 🫣 🔨

The stitched abs are another joy to behold.

So I'm due some shore leave after a long few months of being assimalated, deassimilated, infected by macrophages, ect ect. So the federation has some new resort world, like Risa but you don't need to be immunized for 20 different space STDs just from stepping into the biosphere. So I thought I'd try it out right?

turns out, the planets generating its own warp field or something, so what was meant to be a week vacation turned into 10 years while 10 seconds passed on the ship.

I had a life, I had kids, I got addicted to drugs, I spent an entire year learning how to carve wooden flutes. sounds great doesn't it? no because when I came back 10 seconds later their time, they said I needed to get back to work!

Genuinely lost for words. The quality of this has blown me away.

I’m not sure whether my favourite feature is the head width or the thigh gap.

🖖🏽🫣🫣

I go by Mitchell Grady II and am very creepy

Could you, perhaps, be of any assistance?

What do I get them?!

Any ideas?

What should I do to her food?

I have no evidence but if I am right I am going to not shut up about it for the next 10 years. And I mean, prime bareil REALLY liked holes and was very overt and creepy in his pursuit of holes. And mirror bariel IS in another dimension..

Tuvok easily accepted a smaller room. It was impossible to get the smell of Talaxian cloaca and Klingon double puss out of the room.

All the furniture was probably stained.

He let Harry think he was getting an upgrade

Cultures that invent practical FTL travel create bubbles in subspace that advance time "normally" for the occupants. It would figure that aliens whose planets are significantly more or less massive than Earth would experience customized time dilation to synchronize with the clocks on their home planet. Beaming to one of these vessels during warp would cause the person to experience a change in aging like they would beaming to that planet's surface.

But on the ship it's only been a few seconds do you get a year's pay?

Do they mark on your records that your age has gone up by a year?

Are you now closer to retirement?

Have I given this too much thought?

the Romulan counterpart: Greekhan

Or perhaps a cavulcan. I need an etymological answer that does not exist so someone make it up.