Brony Trek, Chapter 1 -by Gail Gerard @AvgSupermom
Apr28

Brony Trek, Chapter 1 -by Gail Gerard @AvgSupermom

Captain’s Log, stardate 2445.5 We’ve come upon a planet which resembles Earth in many ways. Like Earth, it is mostly covered by water and it has a variety of different environments, from grassy plains to mountainous regions, a desert and even polar regions that are covered by ice and snow. For the past three months, Starfleet has had a scientific survey team down on the surface, studying the equine-like sentient beings that live there. They are small creatures, no taller than a man’s knee, according to the survey team.   Data, fascinated as always by new life forms, stared out of the viewport in the duck blind that the survey team had set up not far from one of the larger towns they had discovered on this planet. The beings that lived there called it “Ponyville”. Presently, one pony, who he’d discovered was called Pinkie Pie, came bouncing into view. She was one of his favorites… always bouncing around like a mad thing, a goofy grin on her face. “Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched secretly, and that the person watching you doesn’t want you to know they’re watching you, but you know they’re watching you, and you know they know?” Pinkie gushed, the way she almost always did. Half the time what she said didn’t make any sense to anybody but herself. Applejack tilted her head and pushed her straw hat back off her forehead with a forehoof. “What in tarnation are you talking about?” she said, her voice drawling a bit. “According to my Pinkie-sense, somebody’s been watching us in seeecret!” Pinkie cooed, drawing out the last word as she tried to sound a bit spooky. Applejack stopped dead in her tracks. “Now, why on earth would somebody be watching us in secret?” she asked her friend, and Pinkie Pie shrugged. “Beats me,” she said, and walked forward… right into the duck blind, which was being hidden by a holographic generator. There was a clanging of metal and she bounced off, shaking her head. “Ow! I didn’t know air could be so solid,” she muttered. Applejack walked up to where Pinkie Pie had just run into an invisible something. She tapped the air with her hoof, making the same metallic clanging sound that Pinkie’s head made when she ran into the… whatever it was. “There’s something there, alright. You didn’t just run into solid air, Pinkie. I dunno what it is, but whatever it is ain’t right. Why don’t you come with me and we’ll go get Twilight. She’ll figure this out.” the orange-furred pony instructed her bright pink friend. Pinkie Pie nodded, rubbing...

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A Time to Live -by Renee Roberts @mress_1701
Apr25

A Time to Live -by Renee Roberts @mress_1701

This story includes characters and plot elements from Star Trek: The Original Series, The Animated Series, Enterprise, and from the novel „Cold Wars“ by Peter David. No infringement is intended. A Time to Live -by Renee Roberts “To every thing there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the heavens: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pull up what is planted” -The Bible, Ecclesiastes 3:1,2 For Sam Ugbo, my dear friend, mentor, and the big brother I’d always wished for. You will always be a part of me. And for Brian Baker. You touched uncounted lives through your podcasts, and were a wonderful friend to all who knew you. You will always live on in our hearts and minds. Introduction: Lt. Shiboline M’Ress was Second-Shift Communications Officer on the USS Enterprise during the latter part of its five-year mission under Captain James T. Kirk. One of the few Caitians in Star Fleet, she often felt out of place, but was very attached to her family and a few close friends. One of those friends was a lovably anachronistic lawyer and friend of Kirk’s, whom she had met at Star Base 11 while on leave after her term of service on the USS Hood. Over the years he had become a sort of elder brother figure to her, and they had remained in close touch long after she took up her duties on the Enterprise. Sadly, he suddenly passed away shortly before the events of this story. He left M’Ress a data card with a holodeck program especially for her. She carried it with her everywhere, but she hadn’t had the courage to play it yet. Not long after her friend’s death, M’Ress, and later her shipmate Lt. Cmdr. Arex, were drawn through an Iconian Gateway into the 24th century. After re–training, they were assigned to the U.S.S. Trident under Capt. Elizabeth Shelby. Arex adjusted quickly, but M’Ress still deeply grieved the loss of her friends, family and all she had known. The holodeck program was all she had left. Lt. Cmdr. Gleau had helped her upload it to the Trident’s holodeck computer, encrypting it for privacy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lost in thought, Lt. Shiboline M’Ress stood in the corridor at the entrance to the holodeck. After all that had happened to her recently, making even the simplest of decisions was often a struggle… such as deciding what to do right now. A boisterous voice behind her startled her out of her reverie. „Hey Shib! Are you going to run your holo-program? I have a racquet ball...

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10 Ways for Armus to pass the time  -By Rick Austin @EvolvedRick
Apr10

10 Ways for Armus to pass the time -By Rick Austin @EvolvedRick

  His track record consists of killing Tasha Yar for no reason whatsoever, swallowing up Commander Riker and spitting him out, making fun of Data and Geordi and keeping Deanna Troi hostage. While Picard pitied him and was bound by the Prime Directive to keep the creature alive, he certainly didn’t help him out in any way either- and who can blame him? Armus wanted a vacation and vengeance, Picard gave him complete isolation and blew up the remains of the shuttlecraft on the surface of the planet just in case. So how does Armus pass the time on his own, with nothing but debris for company? Here are some ways that he could make the centuries just fly by… 1) Drop a Log: No, a Captain’s Log! Sifting through the debris, he may find a recorder that’s still functioning or even a pencil and paper to write with. Keeping a journal isn’t the most exciting thing to do, but just imagine all the stories he could tell about his existence. Coming soon to bookstores near you: Eat – Torment – Hate, Why I Despise You All So Very Much and 50 Shades Of Black by Armus. 2) The Big Show: Making the most of eternity, Armus may decide to create and perform a series of one-being plays just in case anyone who has no problems ignoring Federation warning buoys and fancies enjoying an unusual off-off-off-off-off-off-off-Broadway production may want a night out. Unfortunately it could be a thrilling dinner-and-a-show evening, with the viewer being the dinner, or even an audience participation event, with the viewer being absorbed into Armus’s oily mass. 3) Go Figure: Before the shuttlecraft gets destroyed, Armus managed to retrieve a magazine of puzzles from the wreckage and sets himself a new task – to become the universe’s greatest Sudoku master. Let the others have their games of Strategema and Parises Squares, this is a real test of intelligence and skill. Also it’s nice that the puzzle magazine had a photo of a puppy on the cover. 4) Helping Hands: Some people are just bad at making friends. This doesn’t have to always be the case though, and sometimes the best way to make friends is to actually make them. Being able to extend his chocolate sauce soft centre in all directions and into a variety of humanoid-looking extensions allows him to create the galaxy’s best-looking hand puppets as companions. Yes, deep down it really means he’ll just be talking to himself – possibly a sign of mental instability and one that Deanna Troi could have dealt with if she’d taken more time to get to...

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Return to Sivao, Part 9 -by Gail Gerard @AvgSupermom
Apr01

Return to Sivao, Part 9 -by Gail Gerard @AvgSupermom

This series has been given a rating of PG-13 (US) and 12A (UK) Chapter 9 Slipping the ring delicately onto her finger, Dreamfinder sighed and bit her lip. She thought that because she’d played the mating game before with Silverspot, the father of her two kits, she knew what she was doing now. After all, she had led Silverspot on quite a merry chase with all her flirtations and teasing, before they got down to business. But Data is not Silverspot, she reminded herself. Although she had quite a bit of experience now in dealing with the males of her own species, she had none in dealing with the males of other species, and Data was a species unto himself. Briefly, she wondered if the bartender she’d spoken to last time she was aboard was still tending bar in the Ten Forward lounge. “Kits, I’m going out! I’ll be back soon. Behave yourselves!” she called out towards the bedroom, and her son, a mouthful of candy, yelled back, “We will, Mom!” Dreamfinder strode down the corridor as quickly as she dared. The doors to Ten Forward slid open noiselessly, and Dreamfinder took a moment to get her bearings and look around. The bar was on her left, and as she glanced over at it, she noticed the distinctive, platter-shaped hat that capped the dark head of Guinan, the bartender. “Looking for someone?” Guinan asked smoothly as Dream slid onto a stool before the bar. “You, as a matter of fact. I seem to recall you are a Listener, is that right?” her voice trembled and she fought to keep her hands from sliding off the bar, they were so slick with nervous sweat. Guinan nodded and reached behind the bar for a squat crystal glass. “What can I get you? You look like you need a drink in the worst way.” Dreamfinder shook her head. “I don’t want a drink … I just … need advice. I spilled my heart out to somebody, and he accidentally broke it. I know now that he didn’t mean to, it was just his way of reacting to what I said. When he tried to make it up to me, I threw him out on his ear. Now I’m afraid that he’ll never forgive me.” the little felinoid said, burying her face in her arms on the bar’s slick white top. Guinan reached over and stroked her head, eliciting a soft purr from her throat. She continued to stroke Dreamfinder for a few minutes, as if she knew this was exactly what was needed. “You know, humans say you hurt the ones you...

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Kurtzman, Orci and Lindelof confirm new Trek TV series  -by Rick Austin @EvolvedRick
Apr01

Kurtzman, Orci and Lindelof confirm new Trek TV series -by Rick Austin @EvolvedRick

            It’s been 9 years since Star Trek was last on the small screen, but after two successful movies, Paramount is convinced the time is right for its return. The new series, entitled Star Trek: Final Frontier, signals a return to television for the writers of the most recent big screen adventures. Alex Kurtzman, Roberto Orci and Damon Lindelof – whose previous credits include Fringe and Lost – will be producing the new series, but will be doing it without director JJ Abrams at the helm. “It’s a shame that JJ can’t join us, he’s got a busier schedule than we do, but he’s given us his full blessing,” Lindelof said. “We promise that we’ll do our best to carry on from where he left off, and try to do the fans proud.” Abrams was instrumental in the reboot of the Star Trek franchise, and while he originally maintained that he would be on board for the third film in the new series, he angered some fans by accepting the directing job on the new upcoming Star Wars film. Roberto Orci has dismissed rumours of Paramount pulling the plug on the next movie in favour of the show. “We’re still working on the next one, we planned the films as a trilogy and we’ve been in talks with [director] Joe Cornish about what we’ve got in mind. It’ll definitely be something smaller this time though, due to budgetary issues. Until then, we’re looking forward to getting the ball rolling with the new show.” Star Trek: Final Frontier will be set in the alternate universe from the films, and will focus on the missions of Captain Robert April and the first USS Enterprise, before it later became the ship of captains Pike and Kirk. “He was originally going to feature in Into Darkness, but he was cut, and only featured in a comic book series I wrote,” Damon Lindelof stated. “In that, he was a villain, so this is a chance to go back and show what drove him to that. He’ll be a very human hero, one who makes mistakes.” “Setting the show in this time period made sense,” Orci added. “We can’t go forward, especially not to the Next Generation universe. We took a gamble with rebooting the original series, and we can’t get too far ahead of ourselves. This way it fits within the technology and budget of a television series. We know it can’t look as grand as the movies. We’ve been through the arguments about that, so setting it in the past works best.” The casting call has already gone...

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Return to Sivao, Part 8 -by Gail Gerard @AvgSupermom
Mar16

Return to Sivao, Part 8 -by Gail Gerard @AvgSupermom

This series has been given a rating of PG-13 (US) and 12A (UK) In a little over 36 hours’ time, the Enterprise would arrive at Sivao and Dreamfinder would depart, possibly from Data’s life forever. He knew that he had hurt her, saying what he had, and he wanted to make it up to her. The question was, how to do it? It was hard enough figuring out human females, let alone the females of any other race. Counselor Troi had said that the usual flowers and candy might work, so Data set about replicating the most beautiful roses, that had never been seen anywhere; not on Earth and certainly not on Sivao. Along with the roses, he planned to give her a small box of sugared fruit of the type commonly found on her world. Although he did not need to breathe, Data found himself taking a deep breath anyway. “Wish me luck, Spot.” he said, gathering the flowers and the candy in his arms. Spot only let out a piteous meow. The door chimed and Silver jumped up from the game on the computer panel she’d been engrossed in. Dreamfinder’s ears jerked as the door opened. “Missah Data! Missah Data!” Silver squealed, jumping up and down. Data nearly tripped over the youngster, spilling his gifts everywhere. Silver immediately looked sorry for what she’d done and started to pick up the flowers and the scattered candies, one of which she surreptitiously popped in her mouth. “Is it for you, Mama?” she said, holding the box out to her Mother as Data knelt, picking up the last of the dropped roses. Dreamfinder sighed and took the small box from her daughter. “These are for you, Dreamfinder. I am sorry for any pain I may have inadvertently caused you the other evening.” Data explained as Dream sniffed the roses. “Here…take these sweeties and share them with your brother in the sleeping area. Go on now. I need to talk to Mr. Data in private.” Dream said, shooing her daughter and son from the room. Then she turned back to Data, a sad smile on her face. “Data… the other night I spilled my guts and all you did was trample on them. I know you’re trying to make things right by bringing me these presents, but that doesn’t make up for what you did.” she said, settling on the couch, a single rose in her hand which she twirled absentmindedly. “I did say I was sorry. Is there nothing more I can do or say to make this right, Dreamfinder?” Data said, catching her free hand with his. He looked into...

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10 Reasons why the Ferengi were so goofy… -By Rick Austin @EvolvedRick
Mar15

10 Reasons why the Ferengi were so goofy… -By Rick Austin @EvolvedRick

The Ferengi are one of the coolest races in Star Trek. They rank up with the Klingons, the Vulcans and the Bajorans as one of the most fascinating alien species out there, with their culture being richly explored in the series Deep Space Nine. With regulars Quark, Rom and Nog as our most frequent guides, we got to see their world and how their society functions. There were entire episodes dedicated to exploring what makes them tick, and their set of business/ethical guidelines, “The Rules Of Acquisition” , has been published for all to enjoy. The Star Trek universe would be a less interesting place without them. But it wasn’t always that way. When they were first mentioned in TNG’s Encounter At Farpoint, they sounded mysterious and Picard hinted that they may be cannibals. Hardly surprising, since the Federation knew little about them, and Picard’s only dealings with them were in battle. Then we met them in The Last Outpost, and… well, they were goofy little fellows. They may be deceptively strong and are certainly cunning, but the ones we saw weren’t anywhere near the smooth-talking businessmen we’d later come to know and love. As viewers, we know why: they were a race of beings newly-created for TNG, and like the Klingons in the original series, they hadn’t been fleshed out as characters. But the episode The Last Outpost exists, and nothing can change that. So there has to be another reason why they were hunched over and waved their hands above their heads. So from logical explanations to the downright silly, here are 10 of the best. 1) Rule 22:The Rules Of Acquisition is a great set of guidelines, and the 22nd states that a wise man can hear profit in the wind. The planet they beamed down to had thunder billowing constantly as lightning storms raged. They clearly didn’t like this, and maybe they were taking the rule literally, trying to streamline the sound waves around them so they could hear potential business. 2) Big for Bears: When confronted with bears, some people try to make themselves look “big” and show they’re not intimidated. Maybe the Ferengi viewed humans in the same way, and were waving their arms high to try to fool them? It’s a similar trick to showing their heads up close on viewscreens, they want people to think they’re bigger than they are. 3) Fast and Furry-ous: Those fur skins they wore at the time were just awful, and PETA would have been angry at them. It looked like they made them from giant tribbles, and we’re glad they later switched to business suits....

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My Away Mission to Destination Star Trek Germany -by Renee Roberts @mress_1701
Mar02

My Away Mission to Destination Star Trek Germany -by Renee Roberts @mress_1701

Personal Log, Star Date 2014.222 (Saturday, 22 February 2014) The mission began in Munich at 05:00 hours, when I awoke to the rousing sound of the TNG theme from my cellphone, which doubles as my alarm clock. After a quick breakfast of a muffin and a steaming cup of Earth’s closest approximation to raktajino, I headed for the train station. I arrived in plenty of time to pick up provisions for the trip, consisting of a couple of sandwiches, a bottle of water, and of course some more raktajino. Unfortunately I’d forgotten the backup battery for my phone, a point which will be of some importance later on. The train left the station right on time at 06:40 a.m. With no backup battery, I kept the phone off, except for checking my messages every hour or so. When I next turned the phone on, I found that fellow crewmember Anna Lena had skyped me her phone number to call when I arrived, so I could meet up with her and some of her friends, as we had planned. Since I had the message on Skype, I didn’t save the number or write it down, thinking „What could possibly go wrong?“ Hold that thought. … My second message was from our own Commander-in-Chief Wayne Emery, who really surprised me by telling me he’d arranged for me to get a press pass on arrival. He said he just wanted me to have a good time, see all the talks I wanted to, and take lots of pictures. That was awesome, and I’m incredibly grateful! Hold that thought too. … The train ride was uneventful, and I arrived in Frankfurt at a few minutes before 10 a.m. I got to the convention center with no problems, which is a miracle for me. Never mind 3 times; I get lost if you turn me around even once! When I got there I turned on my phone and found…(cue: dramatic music)… no more message from Anna Lena! What the heck?? The message before it was there. The message after it was there. But the most important bit, the meat in the sandwich so to speak, had been wiped off the face of the earth, it seemed. I think some Nanites had infected my phone and eaten it, or maybe the Romulans were to blame, who knows! I had skyped her my number too, but I later found out I’d sent it too late for her to get it before she left home. So I just hoped we’d somehow, by some miracle, run into each other there.  The Media 10 staff were very helpful, and...

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pung ghap Hos? Klingon cabinet member quits High Council seat in Human-language speech  -by Rick Austin @EvolvedRick
Feb03

pung ghap Hos? Klingon cabinet member quits High Council seat in Human-language speech -by Rick Austin @EvolvedRick

Decoded by Nyota Uhura, Stardate 2258.97 A minor cabinet member has chosen a memorable way to step down from his High Council seat, an event notable less for what he said than how he said it: The speech was submitted in the Human language known as English. Korlok, a representative from the House of Maktor in the Ketha province, invoked the language of the enemies of the Empire known as Humans in saying that he wouldn’t serve under the leadership of his own House. According to the Imperial Records, Korlok, son of Dankor, provided the English-language speech in the Great Hall of the First City “as necessary attack to preserve the Klingon Empire.” “Many do not know me, and they may say that my actions and deeds are reckless,” he told the keepers of the Imperial Records. “Honour is more important than life.” In order to make it accessible to those not fluent in human language, his speech has been deciphered by a universal translator and he said the following: “Teach (the) House of Maktor true honour. I will return in time to (witness) victory. I declare that my battle within the Council is finished on this day. Today is a good day to resign.” Maktor, was furious as the Records show. “It is an insult to the Chancellor to use this language of those weak Ha’DIbaH and a dishonour to our glorious Empire,” the House’s leader was quoted as saying. Korlok did make a lengthier speech in formal Klingon afterwards, in which went into greater detail about his reasons for leaving the High Council. “For the past year the House of Maktor has been filled with more deception, pointless conflicts and a lack of ghob than I can no longer bear witness to. Their links with Human traders such as Harcourt Fenton Mudd has led me to believe that they have no honour themselves. If a warrior ignores duty, acts dishonourably, or is disloyal then he is nothing,” he said. His term resign is a typical Human word that implies a form of surrender when performing a duty. Korlok’s use of the Human language may have angered those within the High Council, but some have viewed it as a way to get his statement across. Council Member Koloth, known to be in disagreement with Maktor for many years, stated, “A Klingon does not run away from his battles, and by bringing this to our attention in such a way he has made his point as bravely as any warrior could. I do not know what fate awaits him, but he has allies in other Houses that shall aid...

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Star Trek the Animated Series, Seaon 1, Episode 14–The Eye of the Beholder by Gail Gerard @AvgSupermom
Jan26

Star Trek the Animated Series, Seaon 1, Episode 14–The Eye of the Beholder by Gail Gerard @AvgSupermom

  Hey kiddies it’s a new year, which means it’s time for me to get back to reviewing Star Trek: The Animated Series. Today, I’ll be bringing you a review of season one’s fourteenth episode, “The Eye of the Beholder”, AKA The One With the Adorable Elephant Slugs. Out of all the episodes I’ve seen so far, this has been one of my favorites. Mostly because the alien of the week is so freaking cute you just wanna hug ’em and love ’em and squeeze ’em and call ’em George. The episode starts in a familiar way with Captain Kirk making a log entry as they orbit the planet Lactra VII. A six member Federation science team has gone missing and it’s up to Kirk and the gang to figure where the heck they went. Are they alive, dead, eaten by wild animals? Nobody knows, but Kirk is going to find out. Several members of the crew beam aboard the science team’s abandoned starship to see if they can find out anything. We open with a scene in the conference room with Kirk and company gathered around a screen watching a log entry made by a Lt. Cmdr. Markel (the senior officer in charge, I suppose) who has decided to take what’s left of his team and go search for some missing science officers even though it was against orders. McCoy quips, “His need was apparently desperate.” Well ya think? Kirk shoots back that the captain of a ship, no matter his actual rank, must go by the book. I snorted out loud at that one. Kirk’s M.O. seems to be taking the ‘book’ and throwing it right out the window when he feels like it. Grumping that Lt. Cmdr. Markel didn’t follow the rules is like the pot calling the kettle black. Spock reminds Kirk that following the rules seems to be something that humans are incapable of, which nets a grumpy “You are such a stick in the mud” -type statement from McCoy. “Bones… dude. Chill.” says Kirk. He then asks Spock what’s the deal with Lactra VII, which is a class M planet with Earth-normal gravity. Nobody seems to know much about it and the only information they have is that which the survey crew logged before they disappeared six weeks previous. Well, five weeks, three days, two hours and four minutes…if you wanna be precise about it. Which Spock does. Spock refuses to speculate what kind of life forms, if any, inhabit the planet until Mr. Arex finishes his sensor sweeps. Screw that, says Kirk. It’s going to take too long to do a comprehensive...

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