Hotel Wawanakwa 05THE HOTEL WAWANAKWA: Part FiveHotel Wawanakwa 053 years ago in Horror More Like This
Approximately two hours must have passed since ensemble of Total Drama had been first thrown into this nightmarish game. In that time no one had yet to find the hidden prize money, three contestants had been eliminated, and at least three interns were hunting their prey. The ground floor had become rather quiet in that time, Trent's team choosing to move up a floor after crossing paths with Noah and Eva twice. Team E-Scope was looking a little thin, missing two party members, but Noah had decided it was better that way. Brains and muscle, he and Eva were enough of a team to turn the whole hotel on its head.
Eva somehow must have heard the inner dialogue as she upturned a large vase, emptied it of debris, than let it smash to pieces on the tile below. Noah internally frowned, he didn't mean for her to literally turn the place upside-down.
"Eva," he gestured with his hands, "Calm down."
"I am calm!" she snapped back, stomping back towards the lobby.
Star Trek: Delta Expedition - Chapter 3Star Trek: Delta Expedition - Chapter 31 month ago in Settings More Like This
Captain’s log, Stardate 55655.6
”It took the return of an old friend to right the Expedition. The fact is the new Warp core design is a step backwards that most Starfleet Engineers would find hard to understand. With all the crew aboard, I called a Mission Briefing in the Briefing room with the Bridge staff. Only my First Officer and I know about our mission, and it's my hope that this ends well.”
Vanessa sits at the head of the table with a chosen seat arrangement of her choice. To Her Left is the ship’s Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Gunn. He seemed to be the most experienced at the table. He had a strong chiseled look to him compared to the others at the table, and appeared to be the oldest of all at the table. To his left is the Operations Officer Lieutenant Juliet James who appeared human but is half Betazoid. She was followed at the table by Flight Controller Ensign Mikita Sidania, whose gold tinted skin and six arms which were b
Polaris Writers' ManualStarship PolarisPolaris Writers' Manual5 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Space. The final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Polaris. Her mission: to explore strange new worlds. To seek out dangers and wonders. To boldly go and make a stand!"
For everyone who was inspired by a small ship which went against the big wide world
I. The backstory
During the Earth-Romulan War, Starfleet was busy pushing forward to Romulus. What they didn't know is that the Romulans are also pushing toward Earth. In the wake of a destructive attack, a group of Human pilots, gunmen and merchants decided to put together a fleet to hold the line should the Romulans arrive. Using old and outdated starships and led by a small fleet of seventeen privately owned light cruisers, they laid the cornerstone of what became the United Earth First Fleet. They held the line when the Romulans came and found their way after the founding of the United Federation of Planets as a permitted "member fleet".
As the decades went by, the First Fleet crossed p
Star Trek: Delta Expedition - Chapter 2Star Trek: Delta Expedition - Chapter 21 month ago in Settings More Like This
On the Expedition, we find the Captain in the Conference Room working at the main table, going over reports from various departments as the door chime sounded.
“Enter” she would exclaim as she continued to go over the reports. Vanessa was not fond of the situation, using the Conference room for a ready room. She turned to the open door to see her First Officer Ashley Morgan enter.
“Sorry, I didn't come to see you beam aboard. I spent some time with my sisters.” she stated.
“I trust you didn't tell them about our mission.” replies Vanessa.
“Of course not...but it was difficult.” she says as she steps in front of the replicator and ask for a cold glass of Root beer. She then takes the glass and turns back to the Captain and takes a seat next to her. “How difficult could it be to tell your family you may not be home next year...if not ever?”
Vanessa smirked as she looked at Ashley in disbelief. “Quite a defeatist attitude y
Vignette - Captain Isabel FuentesVignette - Captain Isabel Fuentes2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Hard to port helm. Evasive at your discretion…Tactical, update!”
It was the dream again.
“Shields at 27 per cent Captain. Warp failing, weapons still at 75 per cent.”
Same old dream. In just a second…
“Captain, Dominion battle cruiser…” Yes, there it was. “Bearing 045 mark 022, closing.”
“Helm, what have we got?”
Fuentes checked her board as she always did, dream or no dream. She could no more prevent herself from doing it than stop herself breathing. Scattered before her were far too many amber and red lights, and nowhere near enough green.
“Sluggish but she’ll fight Captain.”
Brave words for a dying ship.
“In that case, tactical stand by for a spread of torpedoes on my mark. Helm, I’ll want this ship to drop like a stone when we fire.”
Hated Part 4Hated Part 43 years ago in Settings More Like This
Chapter 4: Wrath
Harper's eyes were the size of grapefruits as she turned back to her team. "Well?" Sammy asked impatiently, drumming her fingers against her forearms.
"Guys, there are at least two dozen guards outside the office!" Harper sounded all but panicked.
"It's OK, Harper," Alice gripped Harper's shoulders, "I'll distract 'em. Then, we'll attack all together."
"OK," Jo-Jo grinned, "Good luck, kiddo." Alice nodded and looked at L for a moment before creeping up the tree. Silent as a shadow, she jumped into the next tree. This tree was just above the guards; when they heard the rustling leaves, they all aimed their guns at the branches. Alice froze, barely allowing herself to breathe.
"You think it was a squirrel?" A man asked.
"Nah, too big to be a squirrel."
Bad luck kicked in. The branch Alice was gripping snapped. With a surprised yelp, the were-cat landed on her chest after fifteen feet of branches.
"F*ck." She cursed.
"IT'S THE BOSS'S NIECE!" One of the guards shouted, "KI
History of the Tzenkethi WarThe history of the Tzenkethi WarHistory of the Tzenkethi War4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Some historians consider the Tzenkethi War the Federation's military showoff for the emerging superpower of the Cardassian Union. Others say this small war which ended with a total Federation victory and the humiliation of the proud Tzenkethi race that knew no defeat for uncounted centuries was the continuation of an ages-old conflict within the Federation itself. Thus, it was a proxy war, fought between those who stood for the ideas of the Federation's regime and those who opposed it.
The conflict, they say, began in 2273 AD, when the third starship to bear the name "USS Polaris" (NCC-2782) was dispatched to investigate the war the Tzenkethi fought for the conquest of the Kzinti Patriarchy. Unknown to most of the Federation military, the UE First Fleet starship was tasked with a secret agenda by Leningrad Command: the crew was to help one side to win the war, and whom to support was their choice. The rest is history the crew chose the unknown Tz
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 2STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 210 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 25, 2268
The Cargo Exchange was the central processing centre for a great many of the merchants and traders who came to Orion on business. It was here that cargos were unloaded and then shipped on to their next destination, or were taken delivery of. Likewise, goods that were destined for offworld ports were loaded aboard freighters; or the arrangements for their loading were made. It was not where goods were bought and sold. Rather this was the hub for much of the interstellar shipping itself.
Although there were numerous large transport companies throughout inhabited space (many of which had offices on Orion) there were just as many, if not more, independent freighters and cargo ships plying the trade routes. They were popular among merchants because they generally had open schedules and could therefore handle emergency jobs and all the other last minute problems that routinely came up with import-export.
One such merchant was Kora
STC: Risan Holiday: PrologueSTC: Risan Holiday: Prologue10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 25, 2268
The view of the Orion homeworld from the large window in the captain’s office was a good one, and Captain Cera Rigel leaned against the wall as she took in the sight. This was her first time in the system and she was, to be perfectly honest, rather nervous.
The Orion Syndicate was a well-known galactic power with an infamous reputation. The Orions didn’t have the military might or vast territory that the United Federation of Planets or the Klingon Empire had, but the touch of their green fingers could be felt for hundreds of light-years. They were merchants and pirates, businessmen and slavers. They didn’t care how they made their profits so long as the profits kept coming in.
Unauthorised ships who came to Orion without legitimate business were seized and the crews put into the slave markets. They were notably suspicious of any vessels from the Federation and checked their credentials carefully. Cer
Zombie StoryRun. Eat. Sleep. Life doesn't seem much different from those rotting corpses walking around. How many times can you beat the antithesis of what life used to be into a quivering pile of flesh? In fact, how many times could you stand to hear another human being, a survivor just like you, scream in agonizing pain while they are being eaten alive? I hate to break it to you, Billy. You have to get used to it real fast. After watching bits of skull fragments and brain matter hit the wall so many times it stops having shock value. Put a person under extreme circumstances for so long and they become numb. I sometimes ask myself, what is the point anymore?Zombie Story8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You can't let them win, you have to survive.
Yeah. You keep telling yourself that. I am going to tell you something different. This is where our story begins.
It all started with reports o
The Tribble SongHere's a tribbleThe Tribble Song5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
There's a tribble
And another little tribble
Tablet, brick, potato
I was once on a Star Ship
I lived in Uhura's Shirt
But I never saw the way
The orange slayed the red shirt
I was only 3 years dead
But it told a tale
And now listen little child
To McCoy Squeal
Did you ever see a tribble
Kiss a tribble
On the tribbke
Tastes of Tribble
Half a tribble
Twice the tribble
Not a tribble
tribble in a car
Alarm a tribble
Is that how it's told now?
Is it all so old?
Is it made of lemon juice?
Doorknob ankle cold
Now my song is getting thin
I've run out of luck
Time for me to retire now
And become captain of a Star Ship
Things Kirk would never sayThings Kirk would never say5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
~ ''I will stay here on the bridge while you go down to the planet surface.'' InnocentRedShirt
~ ''Let's surrender!'' InnocentRedShirt
~ ''I'm sick of space and the Enterprise!'' InnocentRedShirt
~ ''I like Klingons.'' InnocentRedShirt
~ ''I hate woman.'' InnocentRedShirt
~ ''I'm sick and need rest.'' ~InnocentRedShirt
~ ''I don't know what to do..'' ~InnocentRedShirt
~ ''I hate being superior!'' InnocentRedShirt
~ ''I'm not the romantic type..'' InnocentRedShirt<
KlingonJ.R. GirouxKlingon7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Never wash your clothes or you wont smell like a warrior; never wash an enemys clothes because they dont deserve to smell good anyway; endure the heat of Earths puny sun; eat your food raw, it tastes better; cleanse your wounds with good alcohol; when buying weapons dont take anything that doesnt have secret compartments for knives and phasers; rub salt into your enemys wounds; is it true that you cried in sword fighting class?; always eat your food in such a way that it turns someone elses stomach; in a war try to march with purpose and not like the wretched human youre so bent on becoming; dont cry in sword fighting class; you mustnt pay attention to Cardassians unless they try to dishonor you-then you may slit their throats; but I wasnt crying in sword fighting class and never at all during hand to hand combat; this is how to sew; this is how to sew up a gaping chest wound so you may c
Star Trek: Delta Expedition - ProlougeStar Trek: Delta Expedition - Prolouge1 month ago in Settings More Like This
Communique from the Office of Starfleet Command
To the Federation Council
Admiral Owen Paris
Vice Admiral Kathryn Janeway
Subject: Aiding the Talaxian asteroid colony in the Delta Quadrant.
Ladies and Gentlemen:
As you may be aware of, the Pathfinder project is continuing to serve as a Subspace communication device to the Delta Quadrant. Seven months ago, with the return of the USS Voyager (NCC-74656), we were deluged with a lot of data of alien species, new civilizations, and stellar phenomena. Among the first alien species discovered was the Talaxians.
The Talaxians are a diverse people in the Delta Quadrant, covering some 75,000 Light years as their race warp capability has proven them resilient. As of Stardate 54868.6, no less than 500 Talaxians reside in the colony, seeing their home world Talax is occupied by the Haakonian Order. The colony maintains Shield Generators for protection from those who wish to remove them for profit. The Talaxians are considered non-
Star Trek: Delta Expedition - Chapter 1Star Trek: Delta Expedition - Chapter 11 month ago in Settings More Like This
It was a bright sunny day in Palmdale California, home of Triton Grull Enterprises Propulsion Laboratory. Seeing it's close connection with Starfleet, it wasn't unusual for Starfleet personnel to be seen on sight. A tall brunette Starfleet Captain made her way to the Warp Technologies and Physical Plant building. Her hair was in a Spanish Updo as it bounced with every step, and she garnered some second looks from the male employees that were about. After she entered the building, she made her way to the reception area where she was greeted by the building directory clerk.
“May I help you?” the young man asked behind the desk.
“Yes, I am looking for Candela Greene. Could you direct me to where I may find her.” she replied.
He glossed over the console which was part of the desk. “Yes, she should be in the Practical lab.” He stands and points her to a corridor. “Head down here to the second junction, then enter the door at the end to the left.
STC: Federation Graffiti: PrologueSTC: Federation Graffiti: Prologue3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 4, 2269
The worst thing about being in the brig was the boredom. There was nothing to do except sleep or sit around and think. No music to listen to, nothing to read, not even cards to play with. Jan Koor, the Calypso’s transporter chief, was currently occupying the cell’s only bunk, asleep and snoring slightly. Since there wasn’t even a chair, Garadun was sitting on the floor with his back to the wall. Starbase security had relieved them of their weapons and communicators – at least as far as they knew. The two men had been given a search after being arrested, but it hadn’t been a very thorough one.
Which was why security hadn’t found the switchblade Garadun kept in a hidden pocket beneath his jacket collar, or the small stiletto Jan had stashed in his right boot, the sheath concealed in the thick leather. They had no plans to use the weapons, yet it was nice to know they were there. The Sta