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Paldor II, Partha Expanse – Attack on Deep Space 26 Reveals New Details After responding to a distress call from Deep Space 26, the USS Chin’toka made some disturbing discoveries about the attack. The rescue mission, though relatively successful, ended with the destruction of the Chon station. It was later learned that sabotage by a […]View the full article

I voted for Strange New Worlds for a couple of reasons. Briefly I list them here but I could ramble and ramble on and on about these and more. But these I think are the strongest, most compelling. I remember reading review of The Original Series. And that it wasn't until TOS went into syndication that it really started to gain traction. That's how I first saw Star Trek - in syndication. And I think that SNW has that same kind of appeal. Exploration, meeting the new and the strange. Equity and Equality. It wasn't until Season 2, Ep 2 "Ad Astra, per Aspera" that we got back to a courtroom drama about individual rights. And I knew right then that this was going to be a great series. I liked everything before this episode too. The strong characters and the pace and the storytelling, camera work and editing. The cast is great. But that episode was, for me, the high water mark. And I've loved every minute of it since.

written by Christopher Caldwell Alright, Trekkies, let’s boldly go where many polls have gone before… but with a new twist! We’re diving into the expanding universe of “new” Star Trek. For the purposes of this discussion, let’s define “new” as the shows launched since 2017, beginning with Star Trek: Discovery. We’ve seen a starship crew […]View the full article

Isaac just has me going...

Just gonna pluck that from 'Red Shirts Don’t Cry' cause oof I felt that.

@Jania Nis has a spreadsheet because there is so much gossip on our ship

@Talia Ohnari You are an awful awful woman.

Doctors see everything.

Oof. More accurate gut punches.

So glad people took to my characterization of Dekas absolutely HATING shoes and ran with it in their own way. Like @Karrod Niac for example 😂

Okay- I've got a bit of an odd reasoning here. I voted for Prodigy, though I haven't watched much of it yet, because my youngest son absolutely loves watching it with me. For me, the experience of sharing Trek with my kids, just as my father shared it with me, is what Trek is all about. Personally though, I immensely enjoyed Strange New Worlds. It was everything good about Star Trek, the characters was fantastic, the story lines were so deep and still fun. The only complaint I had about SNW was the musical episode. UGH! No musicals in Star Trek, please and thank you!

Join us for another in a series of interviews with winners of awards from our 2024 Awards Ceremony. Our goal is to give you insight into how our fleet’s best simmers write, and imagine their characters, as well as their out-of-character contributions and achievements. This month, we’re interviewing the writer behind Commander Jocelyn Marshall, who […]View the full article

Exquisite writing from our beloved Tribble faced Cap'n, @Karrod Niac. The piggybacking of ideas from the glowing earrings, and temporal ghosts of the other teams courtesy of @Alieth @LuxaLorana T'Fearne and Sybil Nemes, being the focal point for the rest of us to play off of just made this mission all the more wonderful. This was one of the most fun missions we've had and this XO just has to share the love. j ((Store Room, Sanctuary Temple, In The Mountains of Dahkur Province, Bajor)) Niac: If they're not back by the time we're done you'll have to go and find them. I'll take one of the phasers and find a good vantage point near the front door. I'll see any Cardassians coming up the mountain long before they see me...and they won't be expecting a fight. Get our people back here and when the last Bajoran leaves... As he nodded towards the oil and tinder the whole of the room seemed to ripple around them as ghostly images of people and places rippled into view. People running from some great calamity as the ground broke and temples fell...darkened tunnels and people in chase...unfamiliar Bajoran's who he instantly recognized, even through their assumed personas. His crew, each scattered and transformed, each struggling with some burden of their own. The images vanished and Toryn gasped, wide-eyed. Raga: Ronin. ::He gasped a murmur and shot Karrod a look to see if he wasn’t just hallucinating:: Karrod..our people…like they’re…also stuck somewhere else in time? Karrod rubbed the wrinkled bridge of his nose as his vision cleared. The visions lingered in his mind like they were somehow close by, in the next room or out in the hallway. The sound of a shout or a prayer carried through from somewhere across time before the note of hope in Toryn's voice drew him back. Niac: Certainly looked that way...also looked like they were working the problem. And I think I saw Dekas wearing shoes. That'll haunt me for a while. He shook himself back into motion, ripping the seal from the waxed cork of the cask and pouring the contents down and behind another stack of wine jars. The pungent aroma of the oil quickly filled the room and Karrod's eyes started burning. He tossed the empty cask aside and reached for another. Raga: Perhaps, as each of us are closing in on why we were sent here the glow is getting stronger? Which makes sense then that we’re short on time. ::He gestured to Karrod’s uniform:: Unless you like being in blue. His brow furrowed as he turned to look at Toryn when he mouth fell open in shock. The air around him seemed to ripple and shimmer, his Bajoran rags vanished and were replaced by the uniform of the Klingon Empire, complete with baldric and house insignia. Karrod looked down at himself and found his local attire gone but replaced by an older style Starfleet uniform in the bright blue of the science division. A quick check of the pips on his collar and he realized he was only a Ensign. He tried to dismiss the implications and get back to spreading the oil around. Niac: Lets save the exploration of the multiverse for those specialists on Starbase Eighty. I'm having a hard enough time keeping track of this reality. He heard more people in the hall, families assembling as Tommin moved between them, helping where he could and offering the occasional word of support. Karrod mourned for the boy he'd met just this morning and grieved for what Tommin would face in the days ahead. Raga: The timeline better right itself or I may airlock myself. ::He grumbled:: That’s the last cask. I’m going to get the others. Try not to have too much fun before we get back. Tossing the empty cask of oil down Karrod caught a disturbed look on Toryn's face a moment before he turned towards the hatch in the floor. All around him the smell of oil and strong wine filled the storeroom with increasingly thick and eye watering fumes. Karrod hobbled towards the door but noticed a small jug of wine that had escaped their efforts and picked it up to smash it but paused, reconsidered, and popped the topper off before taking a deep drink of what turned out to be very pleasant spring wine. He passed the jug to one of the waiting families in the hallway with stern instructions. Niac: Wait five minutes then start heading down that hatch. You'll find a landing down a few steps then tunnels to follow. Keep moving deeper into the mountains. Good luck. True to his word Tommin had gotten the people organized, most already on their feet with their possessions slung or tucked or carried as best they could manage. Karrod tried to look at each one, to remember their faces, to burn the images into his mind so that they were never forgotten. He hobbled his way past them, his shifting clothing seemingly invisible to them. The changes came more frequently and by the time he'd made it to the front of the temple he'd worn an Admirals uniform in rich maroon which he'd quite liked and a gold miniskirt with exceptionally tall boots which did not flatter his figure or make walking with a broken leg any easier. At last he stood at the temple doors, his Nagus Burger uniform replaced by his Bajoran attire, and he pressed out into the storm. Karrod didn't expect the intensity of the wind this far up the mountain and was soaked to his skin by the freezing rain within ten paces. Shielding his eyes against the rain he all but stumbled into a stone that would give him a decent perch to look back down the mountain path, barely visible in the rain and dark. To his surprise, he saw lights there, slowly but steadily bobbing their way up the trail towards the monastery. He counted nearly two dozen lights before he stopped bothering. The Cardassians were nearly here. Karrod didn't know how or why they'd rushed up the mountain but the few hours they'd hoped to have evaporated like smoke in his hands. They hadn't spotted him yet, still slowly making their way up the path with their lights on, broadcasting their location with the arrogant confidence of soldiers not expecting trouble. Karrod's blood boiled as he reached into his frayed clothing and drew out the sidearm he'd kept for himself, taken from one of the dead Cardassians. He leaned against the stone and sighted in on the lead Cardassian, still hundreds of meters below them and totally unaware of the threat, simply a soldier marching miserably in the rain. Karrod's thumb moved to the activator stud but he paused and, with the temporal prime directive ringing in his ears at the last moment, changed his target to a tree stump near the man and fired. The crimson bolt briefly lit the mountain path before the tree stump ignited and exploded, showering three of the soldiers in burning wooden splinters. At first they were too shocked to do anything but scatter, weapon lights bobbing as they raced for whatever meager cover they could find on the last switchbacks up towards the temple. Then everyone began firing all at once. To Karrod's great amusement only a small fraction of the disruptor fire was fired up towards him, with each inexperienced Cardassian trooper simply firing at whatever was around them, caught totally flatfooted and unprepared. It was that arrogant belief in their own superiority that would ultimately doom their occupation but right now, it gave Karrod a chance to hobble away as he heard shouts and orders carrying up on the wind, directing more of the fire towards the stone where he'd been perched. By the time he'd hobbled back to the door they'd even managed to hit it once. He stepped back inside and closed the door behind him as more weapons fire echoed up the mountainside and harsh Cardassian voices drew closer. Exhausted, dripping wet and miserably cold, part of him wished he'd kept the jug of wine. He hobbled back towards the hallway which lead to the storeroom and found the last of the families vanishing into the room, the temple quiet but for the sounds of the storm and the weapons outside. Karrod felt an odd sense of calm fall over him as his appearance shifted once again and from the reflection off one of the puddles he'd left behind, he could tell he was wearing his proper uniform once again. He smiled at the sound of weapons fire outside grew louder. Heavy footsteps behind him a moment later heralded the arrival of his people and suddenly it was the five of them, alone in the outer chamber of the temple, exactly as they'd been when they'd arrived here. There was a great slamming on the temple door and the sounds of disruptor strikes on the walls outside. Raga: I told you not to start without us! Karrod shrugged towards the door. The thuds were getting louder. Niac: Technically they started it. Speaking of...you folks get that fire going? Evinrude/Beck/O’Connor/Raga: Response Even as they said it Karrod could hear the crackling of the flames from the hallway behind him as acrid smoke began pouring into the narrow hallway. Karrod winced, patting the stone of the temple wall near him in apology. Angry shouting from beyond the heavy temple door ceased and Karrod could see shadows moving under the edge of the door, just outside. Niac: Get ready, they're coming in. ::He sighed readied the disruptor pistol:: Next mission...the next mission will be a normal one...we're due a normal one, right Toryn? Evinrude/Beck/O’Connor/Raga: Response He smiled at his people and, quite inappropriately for the situation began laughing, a deep rich sound echoing off the high ceilings of the temple. The laughter continued and grew louder until it was swallowed up by the sound of the door exploding and weapons firing, Cardassians firing blindly inwards as his people fired back. As the bolts crossed the room time slowed, the scarlet lightning of the weapons frozen in mid-air as the rushing troops became wispy statues, the room and the temple and the mountain and the storm all fading around them as Karrod felt himself falling, tumbling towards some distant point of light that felt familiar. That somehow felt like home. He reached towards it across time and space and when his hand fell upon it the whole of the universe seemed to twist. From somewhere nearby he heard his own voice and then suddenly the world came into focus. ((B'Hala Excavation Site, Kendra Provence, Bajor, The Present Day)) Niac: I asked for a prize, not a reason to make half the crew mutiny. Lets get to.... Karrod blinked, shocked at the brilliant sun and the warm breeze. Shocked at the expressions of both Alieth and Carpenter, standing exactly where they had been, but looking just as baffled as he felt. He glanced over and a Prylar was standing a few meters away, a large stone box under one arm and a perplexed expression on her face. Those differences washed over him as he tried to put his sense of reality back together. A new band of sensations flooded through him as Niac rushed back into his mind, awash with confusion and delight, questioning if Karrod knew what had just happened. It took him a moment to assemble his thoughts. Niac: Did you two just... Karrod rubbed the bridge of his nose was was delighted to find it as smooth as it always had been. Alieth/Carpenter: Response Niac: And our people... He glanced around and a few meters away near the marshaling area for the runabouts Toryn stood with a stunned expression, merrily lifting the heaviest thing he could find with plain delight on his face. Every face he found was baffled, or delighted, or confused...but all of them were there. They'd returned. In his shock he'd missed the Prylar walking over until the young woman cleared her throat to get his attention. Nyssa: Thank you for coming all this way, Captain, but I don't know why you've brought so many people. We just wanted you to examine this chest that we recovered when we excavated a new section of the city a few days ago. I think you'll see why we contacted Starfleet. Karrod's confusion and disorientation slowed his responses down as he tried to make sense of the moment. Niac: Chest...wait...wasn't there a Ranjen... Alieth/Carpenter: Response Unperturbed by their questions the young priestess set the stone chest down in front of him and Karrod gasped. The inlaid etching on the lid was a perfect reproduction of the mandala he'd spent the last day looking at, exactly as it had been etched into the mountain somewhere in Dahkur. Yet behind it, exactly as it had looked when a bolt of lightning had lit the temple, was the profile of an Akira class starship. Their ship. Niac: The Ronin. Where did you find this? Nyssa: In a chamber that pre-dates the fall of the city by several thousand years at least, although our instruments had trouble getting accurate dating information on this particular piece. It's age was different every time we tried...once it was only around ninety years old, another time it was more than twenty thousand....and there's the etching, of course... Alieth/Carpenter: Response Karrod felt compelled to lay a hand upon the smooth lid, the stone somehow warm under his hand. The whole top of the box shifted open, hinging away from his hand as if by hidden springs, and when the lid fully opened he gasped at what was laying inside, shining brightly as the daylight played off the metal and gems. His hand went to one in particular and for just the faintest moment the gem seemed to glow with faint inner light. He glanced to Alieth and Kirsty, their expressions as shocked as his was. The prylar was the first to speak. Nyssa: What interesting designs...these look like they could be from several different periods in Bajors history...but I'd need to consult a reference to pick out the exact eras...very odd to see them grouped together like this....none of them should've been available to pre-fall B'hala though...and there's an inscription.... She leaned in and studied the flowing script carved into the interior lip of the box, only visible now with the lid open. She took a few moments to work out the language and her face paled when she finished. Nyssa: It says...it says Bajor will always be with you. With those that saw and did not stand aside. But how...how could... Karrod accepted the box and it's precious contents, gently closing the lid as the earrings jangled inside. He realized part of him was going to miss that sound. Niac: It's...the will of the Prophets, Prylar. After today I've given up trying to make sense of it. Alieth/Carpenter: Response Karrod took in their expressions and, giddy to be able to walk again, turned and headed back towards the landing site. Niac: I don't know about either of you but I think it's time we got ourselves and our people back to the ship. We can explain things to the Bajorans tomorrow...::he chuckled to himself as the breeze tickled his beard::...it looks like we've got plenty of time. Oh and Commanders? Everybody gets pizza. Karrod smiled as Niac continued to roil in confusion deep inside him, the box of earrings jangling quietly under his arm as he headed back towards the runabouts...and home. [[Tags/End Mission for Karrod!]] ((OOC: Another amazing mission in the books, everyone! Wrap up those mission sims over the weekend and look for my shoreleave starter tomorrow. For anyone who wants to get an early start we'll be traveling aboard the newly repaired Ronin as we head back to the Isles, so feel free to start up your shoreleave sims in your quarters or otherwise aboard ship! Great job everybody!)) ================================ Captain Karrod Niac Commanding Officer USS Ronin - NCC-34523 V239509GT0

Next time I need to do a pain scale, I am using this!

Because we all know how trigger happy @Kimonzi Lahl is.

Keeping it simple — Strange New Worlds! But I did love Season 3 of Picard & I've seen bits of Prod that I've found really charming (and I love the nods to Janeway and VOY)

That's fair enough, was there anything that especially stood out that you enjoyed about any of the shows even if you couldn't pick a favourite out of them?

I haven't seen SNW yet (stupid extra subscription to see it), but I will never be able to pick just one. I enjoyed all of the ones I watched.

I'm often touched by the writing of my crew, but when I tell you that this physically stung, I mean it in the best way. This literally hitched my breath in my chest. Absolutely brutal, @Jacin Ayemet, keep not pulling those narrative punches. So good!

Gosh, but again, could quote whole sims with how much I like them. I have to ask if I can do that. That be an appreciation post right? Also, if I made Sonya the pet psychic jokes. Would anyone get that now in the year 2025?

Poor Ras, the stress can't be good for our little mushroom.