Benevolent- Chapter IBenevolent- Chapter I5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fan Fiction by DigitalsatsumA/ joHa-ej-pIn
From the gloom of his alcove, six of eight heard an unspoken command. Aroused from his slumber, he wordlessly departed, and headed to fix a broken plasma injector, one of 11,000 drones on cube 1027; travelling towards Earth at a speed barely imaginable, Traversing the corridors, he took no notice of how alone he was; there was a world of voices inside his head. After an hour or two, he reached the correct injector, and with a tubule, he injected the entire machine with fresh Nano-probes.
Before he was assimilated, a year previously, he was called John Cooper, an engineer aboard the Geordie, an old excelsior class vessel that strayed a bit too far towards the delta quadrant, and paid dearly for it. Before any of the crew knew it, they found themselves linked to the collective, all personality purged. He had been a tall, dark haired Human, just twenty years of age; such life ahead of him. In one short year, he had
X-Men - Target Frost Part 1Alison Blaire was glowing. Her blond tresses sparkled brilliantly and her supple skin glittered underneath the dim lights of a Manhattan hot spot. Her body formed an elegant s-shape as it curled onto the glass table in front of her. Alison's hands cupped her bottle of water and could feel the crisp coolness dampening her skin. "When was the last time we did this?" She asked, her voice crackling with enthusiasm.X-Men - Target Frost Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It's been a long time." Betsy answered. "I'd say we haven't been out like this since our little mall adventure."
"Goddess, has it been that long?" Ororo added.
All thoughts of being part of the X-Men were drowned out by the loud music and even louder conversations. Superheroism and mutant politics were far from the minds of Alison and her friends. For tonight, they were four women having a couple laughs and a few drinks in the process. Alison had ditched her leather combat suit for a chic gold dress and sky-high Louboutin platform heeled shoes, their red bottoms hugging the met
Hotel Wawanakwa 05THE HOTEL WAWANAKWA: Part FiveHotel Wawanakwa 054 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.
STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: PrologueSTC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Prologue3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
February 22, 2270
The smell of cooking food woke Magik from her nap; she sat up from where she was stretched out on the sofa and looked around. Garadun was in the living room’s little kitchen nook and tending to something in a frying pan. He was clad in a loose fitting grey t-shirt with the Starfleet Academy logo and NOT A GRADUATE OF STARFLEET ACADEMY on it in navy blue, and a pair of faded blue jeans.
Trilling in anticipation, she hopped off the sofa and trotted over, jumping up onto one of the kitchen’s tall-legged chairs at the dining counter.
“Hey there, sweetie,” he said, turning to give her a smile. “Want some lunch?”
She miaowed happily.
“Okay. It’ll just be a few more minutes.”
Magik licked her chops and waited as patiently as she could. Although the kitchen was equipped with its own food dispenser, just as
Star Trek: Dawn of the Century (Prologue)Star Trek: Dawn of the Century (Prologue)3 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"First Officer's log, Stardate 64475.7. After receiving a priority one order from Starfleet, the Challenger has altered it's course heading for Romulan space. Unconfirmed reports have claimed that the Hobus Situation has gone critical. If the star which was reported to be in the final stages of it's own demise has finally gone supernova, countless worlds within the Romulan Star Empire are at risk, including it's home world. I am unsure what has become of Ambassador Spock, who was sent to induce a singularity to consume the supernova. We have been sent, along with any other ship in the vicinity to set a course for Romulus, and investigate. If the Romulans are in need of aid, we have been ordered to assist in evacuation as needed, and to keep watch out for Spock, as his contact was lost."
"Still no contact, captain." Arlen spoke. "All sensors register clear. I am however picking up the Enterprise not too far from our posit
TNG: Q or DareQ or DareTNG: Q or Dare5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sela paced her quarters. So far all of my plans have been thwarted...I have been sinking lower and lower with each failure. My mnhei'sahe has nearly run out. But today, all of that will change.
The door chime to her ready room beeped softly. "Enter," Sela said. Two guards entered, dragging with them a rather tall man dressed in what appeared to be an admiral's outfit. He certainly looked like a Romulan, but his demeanor suggested otherwise. The man was bound in what looked like simple silver ropes, pinning his arms to his body like a straitjacket. Apparently, he was having difficulty getting himself free.
"So," Sela gloated, "This is the omnipotent Q."
Q tugged at the ropes that had pinned his arms to his sides. He managed to free his hands and forearms, but his shoulders remained bound. "Oh come now, Commander," Q complained, "Is this how you treat all your guests?"
"Only those whom I suspect of treachery," Sela said coldly. "And you are not my guest. You've wo
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
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<
Klingon Translator/ Klingon PhrasesKlingon Translator/ Klingon PhrasesKlingon Translator/ Klingon Phrases3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
By TheChibiKlingon }};-D
English - tlhIngan Hol
Hello-nuqneH (it literarily means ‘what do you want?')
How are you? - bIpIv'a' (Are you healthy?)
I am healthy. Are you healthy?-jIpIv. bIpIv'a'
Long-time no see- qaleghqa'mo' jIQuch (I'm glad because I see you again) /
qaleghqa'neS (I am honoured to see you again)
What's your name? - Nuq 'oH ponglIj'e'?
My name is...- ...jIH / ...'oH pongwIj'e’
Where are you from? - munglIj nuq / nuqDaq bIbogh
I'm from... -... vo' vIpawta
Pleased to meet you-qaqIHneS / qaqIHmo' jIQuch
Good night- QaQ yIQong ("Something is good. Sleep!")
Good luck- yIghoSDo' (Go onward with fortune)
Cheers/Good health! - 'IwlIj jachjaj
I don't understand- jIyajbe'
I don't know- jISovbe'
Please speak more slowly- QIt yIjatlh
Please say that again- 'e' yIjatlhqa'
Please write it down- 'e' yIghItlh
Do you speak Klingon? - tlhIngan Hol Dajatlh'a'?
Yes, I speak a little- HIja'. LoQ vIjatlhlaH
Thank you- qatlho' [Not all Klingon
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.”
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
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
Hated Part 4Hated Part 44 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
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 2STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 21 year 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