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  1. Now also confirmed for FanExpo 2013: Gina Torres (Firefly)Zachary Quinto (Abrams Trek)
  2. Nichelle Nichols and Karl Urban now also confirmed!
  3. Whoops... Full details, including ticket sales and special hotel discount codes available at the website: http://www.fanexpocanada.com I'll be there both Saturday and Sunday and Lieutenant Commander Oliver Weston will be joining me on Sunday. Let us know if you intend to be there and we can arrange to meet up.
  4. Confirmed guests for FanExpo Canada this year... Trek Related: George TakeiJeffery Combs (Weyoun from DS9)Other Notables: Nathan Fillion (Firefly, Justice League: Doom)Morena Baccarin (Firefly, V)Norman Reedus (The Walking Dead, Boondock Saints)Michael Rooker (The Walking Dead, Call of Duty: Black Ops II)Richard Dean Anderson (Stargate SG1, Macguyver)Lena Heady (Game of Thrones, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles)Shawn Ashmore (X-Men, Animorphs)Aaron Ashmore (Smallville, Warehouse 13)David Hasselhoff (Baywatch, Knight Rider)Hulk Hogan (Rocky III, Gnomeo & Juliet)Dean Cain (Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman)Stan LeeJoe Dante (director of Gremlins, The Howling)KITT (yes, the car from Knight Rider - no word on whether he'll be signing autographs)Mike Mignola (creator of Hellboy, muse of Guillermo del Toro)Steve Niles (30 Days of Night)Bobby OrrJoe MontanaGordie HoweMartin BrodeurRicky HendersonRoberto AlomarJoe Sakic
  5. I wrote my thoughts on the film here: http://www.whalewriter.com/star-trek-into-darkness-a-spoiler-filled-sort-of-review/ Spoiler warning, obviously
  6. ((OOC: This sim establishes that the cozmozoa can communicate with "us" through our memories, and we can communicate by similarly recalling our own relevant memories. So, in the absence of an accepted nomenclature for speaking via memory fragment, examples of such in the sim below are denoted by "dialogue in quotes.")) =============================== (( Somewhere inside the Cozmozoan )) STENNES: Hello? HARALD STENNES: "Not like that, Didrik. Like this." ::The memory of Didrik's father teaching him to ski flashed before Didrik's mind.:: STENNES: Hello, is anyone there? ACADEMY PROFESSOR: "Cadet Stennes, you must first listen to my instructions before you can succeed at this assignment." ::Another memory. Fleeting, just like the last. Just long enough to place his mind in the moment, hearing the words, feeling the intent. Didrik felt strength in his limbs return enough to stand. His boots sunk slightly into the organic-looking pinkish surface on which he stood. He spoke again, to no one in particular.:: STENNES: My name is Didrik Stennes. I'm an officer in the Federation Starfleet. HERA GULDBRANDSEN: "I can't talk to you when you're like this, Didrik." STARFLEET BETAZOID COUNSELOR: "I can sense your uncertainty. Your confusion. I don't want to make this difficult for you, Cadet." ::How disorienting. Memories overlapping onto each other. He was at home in Tromsø, a hysterical child who'd just been injured by an older sibling, before being ripped away to a memory of Earth, and a psychological evaluation he underwent upon his readmission into the Academy. Given the context of the memories he was experiencing, Didrik assumed someone, or something, was attempting to contact him.:: STENNES: What are you trying to tell me? ELREM TIRO: "Our language is so unlike yours." ACADEMY TRAINING COMMANDANT: "You must try harder." ::Again, Didrik felt super-present in the moments of the memories that passed. Bajor, Tiro, the first man he'd ever loved warmly instructing him in the finer points of speaking Bajoran. The Academy, struggling to barely pass yet another tactical exam under the constant threat of being tossed out. Clearly, whoever was trying to contact him didn't use vocalisations.:: STENNES: oO Can you understand me now? Are you telepathic? Oo PIANO TEACHER: "You're getting closer." KATARINE STENNES: "The thought was--" ELREM TIRO: "Not genuine." KATARINE STENNES: "The thought was--" SCIENCE FAIR JUDGE: "Not authentic." KATARINE STENNES: "The thought was--" CLEANING LADY: "Too tidy." ::Didrik gripped his head and dropped back down to the spongy floor, his mind at its breaking point with memories forced into the forefront. Stringing the words together from the clips from his past, an understanding started to blossom.:: STENNES: Closer. Thoughts aren't genuine. Thoughts aren't authentic. Thoughts are too tidy? How is that any different from-- ::Projecting thoughts was getting closer, but still wasn't close enough. The thought wasn't authentic, but what could be more authentic than his own thoughts? As an experiment, Didrik conjured up a memory of his own from his childhood. He'd been dared to walk into a centuries old barn at night with nothing but a palm beacon.:: STENNES (MEMORY): "Hello, is anyone there?" ARON KELLS: "I'm here." SAKORRA REED: "Ensign, I'm reading you." ELREM TIRO: "Do you understand now?" ::The inclusion of Aron Kells in the onslaught of memory sentence fragments hit a little close to home. Undaunted, Didrik continued to "remember" bits and pieces to continue a conversation. He thought back to Null Space, when his shuttlecraft had crash landed on the surface of a planet.:: STENNES (MEMORY): "Where are we?" NORWEGIAN SEA CAPTAIN: "Far from home, are ya?" INTERVIEW WITH ADMIRAL JANEWAY: "In an uncharted part of the galaxy." CHURCH OF NORWAY PASTOR: "Inside the beast--" BABYSITTER: "--that lives in the sky!" ::To his credit, Didrik was handling the rapid shifts with increasing steadiness and comprehension. The pieces fit together well enough that he understood; he was inside the whale. Inside the cozmozoan.:: Lieutenant Didrik Stennes Helm Officer USS Drake
  7. The other theory I've heard is that the reason we haven't seen Peter Weller's character (who is supposedly a mentor to Cumberbatch's character) is that we would immediately recognize who he was supposed to be. The theory is that Weller is Khan and Cumberbatch is Joachim... but I don't really buy it. You don't put a character like Khan in a supporting role.
  8. Here's what I think, hidden behind a spoiler warning just in case...
  9. http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=star+trek
  10. Kate Mulgrew and LeVar Burton just added.
  11. Yep, he was. I won't spoil it for you, but he's a pretty interesting character!
  12. James MArters (Buffy, Smallville, Torchwood) just confirmed!
  13. Just book a long weekend off work and come back
  14. Announced guests so far.. Trek-related Patrick Stewart Others of note Gillian Anderson (X-Files; also plays Fiona Shelley in SB118 ) Stan Lee (creator of essentially every Marvel hero) Jennifer Carpenter (from Dexter) Joe Bernthal (Walking Dead) Norman Reedus (Walking Dead) Amanda Tapping (Stargate, Santuary) David Prowse (Darth Vader) John Carpenter (legendary director)
  15. I think one-year trial marriages are brilliant. I can think of a few people I know who should have gone that route -- would have same them a load in legal fees.
  16. TORONTO COMIC CON APRIL 14-15, 2012 SAT-SUN LOCATION METRO TORONTO CONVENTION CENTRE 255 FRONT STREET WEST NORTH BUILDING TORONTO, ONTARIO M5V 2X7, CANADA SHOW HOURS Saturday, April 14, 2012 - 10am - 7pm Sunday, April 15, 2012 - 11am - 6pm TREK-RELATED GUESTS Jeri Ryan Scott Bakula David Mack Leonard Kirk OTHERS OF NOTE Dean Stockwell (Quantum Leap, Battlestar Galactica) Amy Acker (Angel, Dollhouse) Sam Witwer (Smallville, Being Human) Sean Maher (Serenity & Firefly) Jeremy Bulloch (Empire Strikes Back, Doctor Who) Colin Ferguson (Eureka) Sam Huntington (Superman Returns, Being Human)
  17. Fan Expo 2012, August 23-26 in Toronto, has announced Patrick Stewart as their headline guest. I'll post more guest info when available. http://www.fanexpocanada.com/
  18. Pfft, I' apparently the go-to away team guy, so I'm rarely on the ship! I need a uniform with an integrated sleeping bag and tent.
  19. As I recall, the Narada was a mining vessel, not a military ship. So, technically he would be "captain" of the Narada because he wouldn't have any other rank -- he's a civilian.
  20. I'm all for us adopting new informs in our own continuity, and I like the idea of our division colours being more evident... but I really dislike those "canon" future uniforms. They look like pajamas. I quite like these designs from the STO game: The last one is probably my favourite, since it blends most of the elements I like best about the TNG movie-style uniforms and the Wrath of Khan-era uniforms. But the middle one mas a lot of TOS influence, which I also love.
  21. I quite like the Abrams Trek soundtrack, but there is really only one track that has a true Trek feel to it (the end credits). It's good, but it has a somewhat generic feel to it. I'd actually recommend picking up a copy of Star Trek: Voyages if you can find one. It's sometimes hard to find, but it's a fantastic collection -- a double-disc set with tracks from every tv series (except Enterprise) and every movie (except Abrams Trek). Something like 40 tracks total.
  22. (( Mess Hall )) :: Aron entered slowly this time. Even though it was, days into the trip back, too late to assume the ordeal was a lucid dream, he walked as though it was - as if any movement, any heavy step or rough encounter with the edge of a table would wake him up. Not that he would mind the waking. But he felt the same purpose to this mission of his that he was used to feeling in dreams, and he was going to see it through. Aron sat down at the table Didrik still occupied. Of course, he had been thinking about what he would say since he’d caught that glimpse, but now that the time had come for the saying, his power to speak had left him. He couldn’t imagine it was much easier for Didrik, as he was confronted by an unknown man in a uniform that looked like a costume version of his own. :: :: From the corner of his eye, Didrik could see the man's approach, but paid him no mind until he pulled the chair from beneath the table and sat himself opposite. Didrik raised his head from the PADD he was reading and immediately felt uncomfortable. This man, whoever he was, had a look about him that caught Didrik off guard. Nothing about his expression, his body language, indicated he was a stranger about to introduce himself, as Commander Rogers had done a short while before, and a half-dozen other crew members had done since his arrival in the Mess Hall. This was something different, someone different altogether. Man has yet to build the computer that can calculate more quickly than a human who's beginning to feel awkward in public. In the half-second that followed Didrik's initial glimpse of the visitor across from him, his mind leafed through its own memory files to find a face he might have encountered in his 28 years that matched the one before him now. It came up empty. In the next half-second, the years of Starfleet protocol and training he'd received kicked in, and connected several dots. This man was obviously Starfleet, and though he appeared to be a science officer, the uniform was unlike any he'd ever encountered. It was, for lack of a better word, cooler. Didrik unconsciously sat up straighter once he noticed the insignia of a lieutenant commander, and felt compelled to break the silence before another second passed. :: Stennes: Can I help you, sir? :: Architect, how could he answer that? Aron took the high road of the unoccupied seat and said nothing until the table was safely between them. :: Kells: You are Didrik Stennes, aren’t you? :: An answer formed on Didrik's tongue, but he stopped before he spoke. Commander Rogers certainly wasn't kidding when he said the Drake provided plenty of opportunities for her small crew to interact, but the mysterious lieutenant commander's tone resonated as something different from small talk, something Didrik was helpless to place a label on. He felt like a child in a roomful of adults, all laughing at joke he doesn't understand. Didrik wanted in on the joke, but ego won out over curiosity, and he fired off a quick deadpan reply. :: Stennes: Don't tell me I've already got a reputation on this ship. I swear, you nearly shred one shuttlecraft into tritanium confetti, and almost kill five people in your first day on the job, and suddenly everyone thinks you're some kind of loose cannon. Kells: Do you know who I am, Ensign? :: Why off Earth had he decided to take that tack? He had no reason to start by intimidating Didrik, and certainly he didn’t want to include rank and order between them. Unless he did? He wanted to shake his head: Nothing he had ever experienced or trained for told him anything about this situation. :: Stennes: No, commander, I don't believe I've had the pleasure just yet; I've only been aboard a short time. You certainly seem to know me, though, and frankly, I'm curious as to how. I doubt copies of my senior honors thesis are floating around the quadrant like the latest bestselling holo-novel. Kells: I’m Aron Kells. Drake’s chief of science … or at least I will be in five years. :: Didrik wasn't sure what to make of Aron's introduction. Most people didn't dive right into career ambitions and future plans as an icebreaker. Everything he'd learned in Starfleet exopsych classes, however, taught him to be open and accepting of others' cultural quirks. It just went to show that sometimes, there were none stranger than human beings themselves. :: For his part, Didrik opted to tread more carefully from this point forward, and his words now carried the tone of someone talking to a senile relative: half-mollifying, half-patronizing. :: Stennes: Mm-hmm. Well, it's certainly nice to have goals. I myself hope to have some tactical and command experience in five years' time. :: Awkward pause. :: Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to be going. :: Didrik started to stand, but his departure was interrupted when Aron beat him to it. Aron put his hand on Didrik’s shoulder, with a not-unkind pressure that suggested it would behoove him to stick around. Aron only had his few inches on Didrik, but he knew - he remembered - that they were enough to make him uncomfortable. And Aron needed him to feel a slight discomfort. :: Kells: It’s not a goal. (beat) Shall I tell you about the love of the outdoors you grew into, thanks to that trip to the Galena Highlands on Tellar - or hiking the L-langon Mountains? Or when you were nine and you decided to write your own newspaper, and fixed it so that it would display on every computer in the house, including the replicator. All Hera wanted was breakfast, and she got instead an uninterrupted flow of household information. She still remembers. (beat) As do I. As I said, it’s not a goal. Stennes: ::Sitting back down:: Okay, I’m listening. :: Aron took no breaths, but said it all in a rush. :: Kells: I’m from the future. That will become common knowledge soon enough. Not far in the future, all right, but far enough that I know the next decade of the lives of the people on this ship. (beat) Including us. You and I. Stennes: You and I? :: A memory flashed past. He was 24, and had just arrived on Bajor after withdrawing from the Academy, two years of recent Bajoran language study under his belt. While riding the overland transport to Rakantha Province, he deactivated his universal translator amidst the chatter of the other passengers, and realized how little of the language he could truly comprehend. He caught the words, but he was incapable of stringing them together to create meaning. :: That was how Didrik felt right now, but he wouldn't have the good fortune to be ignorant for long. Already, he felt himself being pulled in by the gravity of Aron's words, and like an old Earth photograph that had been thrown into developing fluid, a clear image was forming. Stennes: You and I. You and I. You mean, we were… (( Long beat, almost too long. )) Why are you telling me this? I don't think this is something I'm supposed to hear. Kells: (beat) Do you have regrets? Stennes: What does that have to do with anything? Besides, if what you're saying is true, I'm sure you've had plenty of chances to hear them already. :: Didrik's normally patient façade was beginning to show the slightest of cracks. Completely unprepared to know what he now knew, he felt a childish urge to level the playing field by lashing out, or by closing off completely. The funny thing was, as much as Didrik didn't want to believe it, it looked as though Aron was reading his expression, and understood what was going through Didrik's mind. :: Kells: I have heard them, yes, but I want you to tell me anyway. Stennes: I don't know if I'm ready to discuss that with you. You may have had a decade to get to know me, but on Stardate Today, we’re strangers. :: When used like weapons, words can inflict more damage than phasers, and in his immature bewilderment, Didrik hoped his last sentence carried the sting he intended. Aron continued nonetheless. :: Kells: Well, here are my regrets: That because of my own curiosity, I killed seven people during the Drake’s mission to the Ring … and that I lost the man to whom I wanted to give my life to, because of my inability to express that desire. Wait. I’ve corrected the first - Dantin, Sullivan, Hya, they survived. But the second... The logical thing would be to get to know you again. See what happens. (beat) I am a weak man. I can’t look at you and compartmentalize. So call it another weakness, but I had to tell you. :: Didrik finished off the last milliliters of not-quite-ice-water left in his glass. :: Stennes: And what am I supposed to do with this information? What were you hoping would happen? You might be relieved to have gotten everything off your chest, but I've just had the rug pulled out from under me. :: Aron shoved the hair behind his ears - a nervous tic that he had only learned he had when Didrik had pointed out. Or would point out. If he hadn’t screwed about with that, too. :: Kells: As I had, in coming here. Coming back here - to your time. Stennes: I… really need to go now. Kells: Fine. That’s fine. I just want you to, all right, think about it. Okay? :: But how could Didrik possibly answer a question that wasn’t a question at all? Aron felt the desire to reach out for his hand, but restrained it: He’d shown enough already. :: ==================== TBC! Lieutenant Commander Aron Kells Chief Science Officer & Ensign Didrik Stennes Helm Officer USS Drake
  23. Whale

    FanExpo 2011

    FanExpo was a fantastic experience this year. I was only able to spend one day there, but it was pretty awesome -- got some sweet deals (Sideshow "John Doggett" for $20!) and had a great time hanging out with my colleague on the USS Drake, Ensign Oliver Weston. Luckily we were able to talk each other out of some large purchases that would have got us both murdered by our significant others.
  24. According to the ads at FanExpo today, DVD release is scheduled for October 4th.
  25. I just finished a screening of The Captains and I highly recommend it. Say what you will about Shatner, the guy can conduct a hell of an interview. He draws out so much from the other actors it's pretty remarkable. If you get a chance, definitely check it out.
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