#U.S.S. Voyager

[chernobog13]

When the UPS guy didn't read the "this side up" note on the box.

[mat2modblog]

Wait a second, this takes place in 2384 while Lower Decks takes place in 2380 but in Lower Decks there's a Voyager-D while this is the Voyager-A and the Voyager-B appeared in 2041 in an episode of Picard.

What the in the deepest pits of Tartarus did they do to the Voyager ship series' time stream in this show?

No wonder the Voyager-J has seemingly detached nacelles, the connectors must be quantum-phased from the time shenanigans, rather than being four-dimensional.

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[idol--hands]

🚀: J.J. Lendl

[stra-tek]

Big random list of things that NEARLY happened in Star Trek with no context or citation...

Harry Kim was to appear in Picard season 3 as a Captain (possibly of the Voyager-B)

Sarek was to use the Guardian of Forever to go back in time to become Surak of Vulcan, in a Next Gen episode

An episode was pitched where an NX-01 med tech played by Alice Krige was captured and assimilated by the Borg, becoming their queen

A Star Trek movie was almost made about undoing the Kelvin Universe, and would have had Shatner and Nimoy appear

They considered having Will Riker die, Data become first officer and Thomas Riker the Ops officer in TNG's "Second Chances"

JJ Abrams wanted Nichelle Nichols to cameo as the mother of Zoe Saldana's Uhura

The first season of Enterprise was to be set on Earth, culminating with the launch of NX-01 at the end of the season

They considered a shock reveal in ENT season 4 that it was actually the Vulcans who split off from the Romulans, and Romulus was their original homeworld

William Shatner wanted to return as Kirk from the Mirror Universe, in an Enterprise episode that involved time travel and creating the mirror universe with the transporter

Elnor was going to "explore his sexuality" in early Picard season 2 plans, before a change of showrunner and his character mostly vanishing

The ENT writers wanted Shatner to play Chef, a Kirk look-a-like hired by Daniels and trained to act Kirk-like to give an important speech at some point in history the real Kirk is mysteriously absent from

Data was originally created by mysterious aliens, and was to have a twin sister

Prodigy season 2 writers discussed having Chris Pine's Kirk from the Kelvin universe join the crew for a few episodes

In the originally filmed cut of Star Trek: Generations, Kirk is shot in the back and dies

Very early discussions for what eventually became Star Trek: Picard considered an adaptation of the Star Trek: Destiny novel trilogy

These discussions span off from a Short Treks pitch where a young cadet Jean-Luc Picard met Nichelle Nichols' Uhura

Early plans for the 2009 movie had wholesale destruction of the Prime universe, including the destruction of Earth. Thank Perpetual Entertainment for getting the destruction scaled back to Romulus so Star Trek Online had a Federation left to feature

There's was a story treatment written for Star Trek III: The Search for Spock where Spock stays dead

This one might be a little sus, but Christopher Pike in Discovery season 2 was planned to be very religious and fall to his knees at one point before the Red Angel, and clash with Michael over science vs faith

Early ideas for Star Trek Into Darkness had Benedict Cumberbatch as Robert April, former Enterprise captain turned rogue

Seven of Nine was going to sacrifice herself in order for Voyager to get home

A time travel Justice League of Trek movie by Brent Spiner, bringing together all eras of goodies vs all eras of villains, was considered

Spock shot JFK to fix the timeline in a proposed sequel to The Motion Picture

Ripper/Ephraim was originally going to be a regular, if giant tardigrade, crewmember on Discovery

Prior to Leonard Nimoy's involvement in what would become the 2009 Star Trek movie, a story outline was written about prime-universe cadets Kirk and Spock, in a story inspired by TNG's "The First Duty"

The Enterprise crew went through a black hole, back in time and introduced primative man to fire in another 70's movie script

A TNG movie was written where Picard summons a hologram of James T. Kirk for advice

George Kirk was to be found in the pattern buffer of the wrecked U.S.S. Kelvin 30 years later and resurrected

Voyager's EMH was originally to take on the name of his creator early on in the show, and the first Voyager novels call him "Doc Zimmerman" assuming it would have happened by publishing time

There's concept art where the U.S.S. Cerritos is a Galaxy-class starship

Riker was planned to dislike Data, and treat him poorly because he was an android

They considered making Troi's loss of powers in "The Loss" a permanent thing, because of how much hassle they caused the writing staff

Harry Kim wasn't originally planned to survive Species 8472

[spockvarietyhour]

U.S.S. Voyager docked at Deep Space Nine, "Caretaker"

[strawwritesfic]

Kelvin!Spock x Female!Human!Reader: Mr. Right

Summary: When one door closes, another opens—perhaps the door you were meant to enter all along.

Warnings/Tags: Starship Enterprise; post-Star Trek Beyond; friends to lovers; breakup; almost kiss; counselor!reader; Star Trek: The Original Series references; Star Trek: The Next Generation references

Relationships: Spock/Reader; Spock & Nyota Uhura; past!Spock/Nyota Uhura; past!Kevin Riley/Reader

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Requester: @lovemesomeescapism

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Notes: For once, this is not a repost for this challenge…technically. I did write a response to the prompt "Mr. Right" ages ago, but when I was reposting, I decided that the Now You See Me one shot I wrote really wasn't worth keeping. Someone on Tumblr asked me for a Spock one shot, so I slipped him in as a replacement.

It's been a really long time since I finished something new. I realize that I am rusty. This is actually several drafts into attempts to write this one shot. For the first time ever, I actually cannibalized previous drafts while trying to get the meandering dialogue and point back on track. It still doesn't feel quite "right" to me, but it's probably going to take some time before I get back in the swing of things, and I'm ready to let this one go.

Mr. Right

Throughout Terra's history, human beings had sought the comfort of white noise. Quiet droning sounds proved beneficial for many aspects of mental health in the species. As a counselor on board the U.S.S. Enterprise, you'd recommended listening to white noise to dozens of fellow crewmates and patients alike. The best way to do this in the deep space you'd all been exploring for nearly five years was to turn everything in one's quarters down until the low hum of the ship's warp drive became audible. Many of those crewmates and patients reported back to you with decreased stress levels, improved mood, and a distinct uptick in ability to concentrate. Almost all of them said they got better sleep.

Now you learned that every single one of them had lied to you.

You'd spent the better part of the evening-adjacent hours lying face-down on your sofa, trying and failing to take a nap. The scratchy, standard-issue pillow beneath your face was soaked with tears. Your chest ached. Worst of all, any attempt on your part to get your mind off what upset you just ended with you crying harder. All the while, that awful rumble went on and on and on and on relentlessly, allowing you no respite long enough to drift off and forget your current predicament.

A chime cut through your misery. You paused without so much as lifting your head. As of three hours prior, you were officially off duty for the day. Nothing required you to answer the door unless an order came down from a superior officer, and they would call first. Probably it was only Uhura coming by to check on you. Having been through her own breakup during this voyage, surely she would understand when you didn't let her inside.

The chime sounded again, and with it came a surge of possibilities flooding your mind. What if your visitor was dealing with a crisis? Cases of PTSD had been on the rise since the events on Altamid. You could hardly ignore that in favor of your own small, personal crisis. Off duty or not, your role as a ship's counselor would not allow you to wallow in self-pity when someone might need your help.

As your boots hit the floor, you pressed one sleeve of your rumpled blue uniform to the corner of each eye. The gesture wouldn't do much to disguise what you'd been doing over the course of your time off, but you felt a little steadier afterward. Breathing deeply in and out helped too—until you hiccuped. But you could prepare yourself no more. Squaring your shoulders, you stood, walked over to the door leading to the corridor, and opened it.

Just outside stood the familiar, lanky figure of the ship's science officer. The second you spotted him, you wiped your sleeve across your face with greater urgency.

"You're not one of my patients," you said, "or Uhura."

"A very astute observation, Lieutenant [L Name]," Spock replied.

A long moment elapsed during which the two of you stared at one another. Several fellow crewmates in various uniform colors threw curious looks at his back as they passed by on their ways to wherever they were headed. Your friend, meanwhile, allowed a single dark eyebrow to drift toward his hairline. He clearly had no intention of moving on.

"What are you doing here?" you sighed at last.

The wayward eyebrow rejoined its brother. "Lieutenant Commander Uhura informed me that you left your office this afternoon in distress. I note that her assessment was an accurate one. If anything, you appear to be in more distress now than she described to me then."

You couldn't lie to Spock, not when you looked the way you looked after a crying jag like the one you'd just had. So you didn't bother to try. "Fine. I'm in distress. But really, Spock, it's not the kind of distress you can help with. I'm sure Captain Kirk will need you on a landing party any minute now, so if you'll excuse me—"

"Lieutenant Commander Uhura also informed me of the cause of your distress."

"Of course she did." Sometimes you wished your two friends were a little lighter on the "amicable" part of "amicable exes." "Let me guess: You came by to tell me that you told me so."

"As a Vulcan, I have no reason to rub my correct prediction in your face, if you will forgive the Terra colloquial."

You let out a wet laugh despite yourself. "You're pardoned."

"What I have done is stopped by the mess hall. If I am not much mistaken, ice cream is a traditional consolation food in these types of situations."

He produced from behind his back a number of different colored tapes. So startled were you that you found yourself unable to say anything. Never in a million years would you have imagined Spock of all people standing in front of you and offering you junk food of all things. Your silence went on for so long that he had to prompt you to speak:

"Was I incorrect in my understanding of how to handle Terran breakups?"

"No," you said, then, "I just didn't want you to find out about the breakup until I could pull myself together."

"I surmised as much, given that Lieutenant Commander Uhura found out about your circumstances before I did, although you and I are closer friends. It would have been more logical for you to contact me for assistance than her."

Vulcans as a whole were difficult to read. Even factoring in your education and training, as well as your friendship with Spock that had gone on for several years now, you could only guess his feelings the majority of the time. Not so then. Something about his tone made him sound hurt. Maybe you could chalk that up to projecting your own feelings onto him, but you couldn't risk that assumption.

"It's just that you warned me against dating Kevin," you explained. "As ship's counselor, I should have seen the end coming a kiloparsec away."

"Perhaps. But one might also say that your extensive proximity to the crew's emotions might cause some loss in objectivity on your part."

"So you're not here to make me feel worse?"

"I came for consolation purposes. That is all."

"Well, all right, then."

You stepped away from the doorway. Spock followed you in. He paused only long enough to press the button to close the door before he came to join you in your sitting room. A crate sat on the floor along his path, and he looked at you questioningly as he walked by it.

"Those are Kevin's things," you said.

"Expedient," he observed.

Normally, you might have tried to go for a little more decorum around him, but that day you didn't have the energy to do more than flop back onto your couch. At least you were upright. Spock, on the other hand, claimed a dignified perch at the end of your chair. The two of you certainly made an odd pair.

"He had so many hair products!" you burst out when the awkward silence turned unbearable. "I should have known we wouldn't work out. Who brings that much hair spray into deep space?"

"Humanity can hardly be expected to iron out all its flaws when you all cling so hard to your baser emotions."

"Do you mean Kevin's desire to look nice, or my need to be in a relationship?"

Spock blinked, then smoothly said, "In this case, I refer to your former beau's preoccupation with personal grooming."

"Right. Either way, I'm about ready to get rid of all my own baser emotions. Not feeling them would be a blessing." You got back to your feet and thrust one hand in Spock's direction. "Ice cream tape, please."

He offered one to you.

"Spock," you said warningly.

"I do not believe that heartbreak is an excuse to overeat. I only brought so many because I was unsure which flavor you would select."

The glare you leveled at him seemed to make him think better of lecturing you on the dangers of gluttony—as well it should have. This was the same glare that you gave Dr. McCoy when you were tired of listening to him. Unlike with Dr. McCoy, you smiled once Spock dropped the rest of the tapes into your outstretched hand.

"Thank you." You headed for your in-quarters food producer, then turned your head to ask over your shoulder, "What flavor do you want?"

"I do not require ice cream."

"Come on, Spock. If you're going to spend the evening commiserating with me, you have to have some ice cream, too. That's a critical part of the Terran breakup process."

One corner of his mouth twitched. "I'll have pistachio, then."

You fed the yellow-green tape into the slot. A quiet beeping noise covered the hum of the warp drive as the computer worked. While you waited, you flipped through the remainder of the flavors until you found the one you wanted.

"I don't think it would be a good idea for you to give up emotions," Spock said.

"Huh?" Frowning at him, you replaced his tape with yours. "Aren't you the guy that's been talking about doing the Kolinahr when we get back to Earth?"

"That's different. I am a Vulcan."

"Half Vulcan."

"Vulcan enough."

A shriller beep put an end to this potentially sticky subject. The ice creams were ready. You dumped the rest of the tapes in a basket next to the food producer, picked up the bowls, and brought them back to the living room. Spock took his with a grateful nod, though he waited until you sat down again before taking a bite.

"Maybe I'd be a better counselor if I didn't have emotions," you mused. "If I wasn't blinded by my own feelings, I could help the crew more with theirs. I shouldn't have the same problems as they do after all the studying I've done."

"While that may indeed make sense, it is hardly realistic. Besides, if you did not have your human emotions, you would no longer be the [Name] that I know, and I believe that I would miss her."

You couldn't help but smile around the spoon in your mouth. Popping that out, you said, "I bet you say that to all the Terrans you like."

"Hardly. In fact, that captain may benefit from an hour or two without his usual emotions."

"I appreciate you saying that, Spock."

"I am only speaking the truth. I have no intention of bolstering your ego artificially, even if doing so is a part of the Terran breakup process."

"I know." You slowly lowered your spoon back to the bowl, staring off into space. Something was dawning on you—something that might have dawned on you sooner had you not been so enthralled with your own feelings. "You know what else I appreciate? You coming here to help me today. Not every first officer would go out of their way for a ship's counselor like that."

Spock fixed you with an unblinking gaze as he said, "You mean a great deal more to me than most ship's counselors mean to their first officers."

"I don't care what Captain Kirk says. You sure know how to make a woman blush."

"I have had some practice with the activity."

"Remind me to thank Uhura later."

"Thank her for what?" Spock asked.

Maybe you were reading the signs wrong. Maybe you were just desperate. If he had to ask, you had to be wrong. But you took a deep breath anyway, and said, "Helping me realize that maybe the guy I've been looking for this whole time has been my best friend all along."

How could it have taken you this long to work it out? No one else spent as much time with you as Spock did, not outside of your office hours. It didn't matter if you were in the mess hall asking for a round of Fizzbin after dinner or you wanted a quiet night in your quarters. He always seemed to be there. You felt comfortable around him. Maybe you didn't always understand Spock; maybe Spock didn't always understand. But you didn't enjoy anyone's company the way you did his. And you had to wonder when your eyes met just then if he felt the same way, and if this coming-to-see-you-with-ice-cream thing was his way of showing you that.

"Well," he moistened his lips before going on, "I certainly feel that our relationship is founded more steadily upon mutual interests and desires than it is upon a passion for hair products."

You leaned forward. "You know, that sort of relationship sounds really appealing right about now."

"It does?" Spock shifted closer to you.

"I think it's about time that I dated someone whose first thought in the morning isn't beating me to the sonic shower, don't you?"

By that time, you both had come so close that it wouldn't have taken much more movement on either of your parts to touch lips. Your heart gave a painful leap inside your chest. Was this too much too fast? Even if you had just realized you'd had a thing for Spock for a while now, you had only just broken up with your last boyfriend that morning. Treating Spock as a rebound was the last thing you wanted to do. He didn't seem to mind, though. His mouth drew closer and closer to yours until you could feel his breath on your face.

The communicator in your room chirped. You jumped. Spock paused before sitting back up in his chair. Then you rose wordlessly, stepped over to the panel, cleared your throat, and pushed the button.

"[L Name]," you said.

"[Name]?" Uhura did not remark on how breathless you sounded, thankfully. "I need to talk to Spock."

"It's for you," you said unnecessarily. Spock had already reset his face into its typical blank mask and made his way to the communicator himself.

"Spock here. What is it, Lieutenant Commander?"

"Captain Kirk needs you on the bridge. We have a situation up here."

"What kind of a situation?"

"There's a former United States President floating outside the ship. He says he needs our help."

"I will be there right away."

A second chirp signaled that communications between your room and the bridge had ceased. Spock turned back to you.

"My presence is needed on the bridge," he said.

"So I heard."

"I apologize. I believe we were in the middle of something."

"It's all right."

He didn't move.

"Spock, go. Don't you want to know why a deceased historical figure has asked for the Enterprise's help?"

"I'd prefer to stay here," Spock said. "But you are correct. I must leave. Will you still be here later tonight?"

"Yeah." You surprised yourself with the eagerness of your answer. "Yeah, I will. I promise I won't run off with any other lieutenants while you're away. I'll save the rest of the ice cream. We can share it when you get back."

There it was: The slight curl to Spock's mouth that told you that you weren't making up the mutual attraction between you both after all. "To use another Terran phrase, it's a date."

He hesitated another moment longer before he quickly exited your quarter. You grinned as the door slid shut behind him and the white noise returned full force. As you sunk into your couch and pillow this time, you found you didn't mind the hum as much. In fact, the sound did exactly what it was supposed to do: Relax you. Kevin and his excuses from that morning felt farther away than your own home planet. Maybe you owed him a thank you, too, because if you were still with him, you wouldn't have slept as well as you did that night knowing that Spock would be back soon.

[ltwilliammowett]

The capture of U.S.S. President off New York, 14th January 1815 by John Benthyam-Dinsdale

On this day;- 15th January 1815 the 44 gun frigate USS President was captured.

She was a wooden-hulled, three-masted heavy frigate of the United States Navy, nominally rated at 44 guns; she was launched on 10th April 1800 from a shipyard in New York City and started her maiden voyage on 5th August 1800.

Her first duties with the newly formed United States Navy were to provide protection for American merchant shipping during the Quasi War with France and to engage in a punitive expedition against the Barbary pirates in the First Barbary War.

thOn 16 May 1811, President was at the center of the Little Belt affair; her crew mistakenly identified HMS Little Belt as HMS Guerriere, which had impressed an American seaman. The ships exchanged cannon fire for several minutes. Subsequent U.S. and Royal Navy investigations placed responsibility for the attack on each other without a resolution. The incident contributed to tensions between the U.S. and Great Britain that led to the War of 1812.

During the war, President made several extended cruises, patrolling as far away as the English Channel and Norway; she captured the armed schooner HMS Highflyer and numerous merchant ships.

In December 1814 Commodore Stephen Decatur assumed command of President, planning a cruise to the West Indies to prey on British shipping.

Commodore Hayes, commanding His Britannic Majesty's frigates Endymion, Pomone and Tenedos, carrying his flag in the Majestic, was on blockade duty off New York in early January 1815. Blown off station by a violent snow-storm on the 14th, he guessed that Commodore Decatur would seize this opportunity to get his USS President out to sea, and further correctly guessed Decatur's likely course. Consequently, at daylight on the 15th, President appeared "as if by rendezvous". some five miles ahead of the British squadron. The chase was on. The day began with strong winds but these eased progressively until by the afternoon there was so little wind that all ships were carrying every stitch of canvas.

Following crushing defeats in single-ship frigate actions earlier in the war, the Royal Navy had realised that its standard frigate classes were no match for American heavy frigates such as President, whcih was some fifty percent larger, stronger and more heavily armed. But by 1815 the British had formulated responses to this threat, and Hayes' squadron was a perfect example. His flagship Majestic was a "razee", a cut-down 74-gun battleship, and more than a match for the President if it could only catch it. Endymion...was the nearest equivalent the British had to President, a heavy frigate not far short of the American's size and weight of fire. The squadron had two other frigates as well.

Most importantly on this day, Endymion had the speed to catch the American...Endymion surged on ahead and after a chase of seven hours gradually began to overhaul President despite every resource Decatur employed to escape. The two ships were firing steadily at each other from 2 pm onwards. The winter sunset was at 4.45 pm; still they fought on at close range. Around 8 pm aboard Endymion it seemed that President had ceased fire and they even believed that Decatur had surrendered; but the American dismantling shot had wrecked Endymion's sails and she had no boats left to take the surrender, so she stood off to bend six new sails...before resuming the chase. By now the rest of the British squadron had caught up, and at 11.40 pm it was HMS Tenedos that finally took the American flagship's surrender.

The captured USS President escorted by HMS Endymion arriving at Spithead on 28 March. President was commissioned into the Royal Navy under the name HMS President. Her initial rating was set at 50 guns, although she was at this stage armed with 60 cannons—thirty 24-pounders on the upper deck, twenty-eight 42-pounder carronades on the spar deck, plus two more 24-pounder guns on the forecastle. In February 1817 she was again re-rated, this time to 60 guns..

In March 1818 she was considered for refitting. A drydock inspection revealed that the majority of her timber was defective or rotten and she was broken up at Portsmouth in June.

[pleasanttalepolice]

Space. The final frontier.

These are the voyages of the starship Tulpar.

Its continuing mission: to explore strange new worlds.

To seek out new life, and new civilizations.

To boldly go where no man has gone before.

Mouthwashing: Star Trek AU idea that I tossed around in my head a few times.

Okay so you know how Mouthwashing is a grimdark psychological horror where everybody dies in pain and all had fallen to Jimmy's reign (of terror)? I thought... how would that play out in the Star Trek universe? It would also be interesting because Star Trek is super optimistic and hopeful and humanity is mostly being the best they could be in that franchise.

And I wondered... how would that translate for the Mouthwashing crew? So here's what my thoughts were.

The Tulpar becomes the U.S.S. Tulpar, a Miranda-class starship (not too bright, new, or shiny, not prestigious in the slightest, but a tough old girl that'll still get the job done and still works well enough to do her job in literally any era during or after the TOS movies). It's kind of like the Cerritos in a way, mostly doing boring things but still with just enough occasional excitement to keep the crew on their toes and roaring to go whenever they need to. I think it fits, since the Tulpar is just a long-haul freighter in canon.

Captain Curly... remains Captain Curly, but he sheds most of his negative traits and no longer suffers from bystander syndrome, nor would he be willing to tolerate any of Jimmy's more heinous acts if he ever did them and Curly found out. And believe me, he will find out. And he will do something about it this time. The inspirational, responsible captain schtick isn't just a schtick anymore.

I'll get a lot of hate for this... okay so Jimmy goes from co-pilot to first officer, being Curly's number one and not just because Curly has a soft spot for him. Jimmy, at least in this world, manages to harness his skills as a manipulator in canon and becomes uncannily good at reading people and getting them to do what he wants. He's not some bitter rapist envious of everyone around him, he's the first officer of an honest-to-god starship and he graduated as one of the most promising cadets in his class. Oh, sure, he'll rub it in his peers' faces every now and then, but for the most part he has a laser-guided focus on doing his job correctly and sharing the load with Curly. The wonders of a 23rd/24th/25th century upbringing and getting his mental issues sorted out early on in his life. Might end up turning bad, might not. Whichever provides the most interesting direction for his character.

Anya goes from being the sole nurse on the Tulpar to the ship's chief medical officer. She's... on amiable terms with everyone, it helps that Jimmy isn't so flippant with his psych evals and that Curly will be more than happy to hammer out any issues with the crew. Not so timid or meek anymore.

Swansea goes from mechanic to chief engineer. He's been at this longer than anyone else, he's had a lot of time to hone his skills. Probably one of the oldest members of the main cast in terms of both age and experience. Abuses Scotty Time a lot to get Jimmy off his ass about when he can get [X] fixed after it blew out/broke/overloaded again.

Daisuke is probably an ensign (who probably rapidly ascends to some rank like lieutenant junior grade) and is the ship's helmsman. Knows his history and probably squees on the inside whenever Curly indulges him by saying "Engage!" right before they go to warp.

I imagine that the conflict replacing the asteroid crash in the story would be some wacky Star Trek space wedgie incident that strands them one way or another in deep space, probably through their comms breaking down or their ship losing the ability to (safely) go to warp. Or both! Either way, it lasts just long enough to give the bridge/main crew some time to breathe and really let their characters show, just like in the main game itself.

[ultimate-polyship-tourney]

Ultimate Polyship Tournament:Round 153|Side B

Propaganda under the cut:

Wvpmar

Okay they were literally all programed to hate each other but after being stranded in the desert they all come together to survive. They help each other plan for a future where they can live the lives they've always wanted. - @terepi

Voyager Polycule

The U.S.S. Party Bus is full of nothing but people who have developed the galaxy's most nightmarish psychosexual complexes about each other. Janeway and Chakotay are dancing around each other; Janeway and Tuvok have an Unbreakable Bond, Chakotay and B'Elanna are the only two actual Maquis on the ship; Janeway has a horrible oedipus-complex-surrogate-mother thing going on with Tom, Harry, and Seven; Tom and B'Elanna have a relationship that is constantly on the rocks and 200% headed for divorce in a few years; Harry and Tom had a sweaty tank top fighting for one another in a dungeon episode; Seven has a comphet/Fuck That Man For Science thing with Harry; B'Elanna and Seven have Intricate Rituals going on; Tom and Kes got married in an alternate future and had a daughter that Harry then married (which I do not have the time to unpack); Tom once turned into a salamander and kidnapped Janeway to turn her into a salamander and then had salamander sex and salamander babies with her and then they never mention it again; Tom and Tuvok have a Weird one-sided rivalry where Tom is absolutely projecting his daddy issues onto Tuvok; the EMH has an absolutely horrendous Thing for Seven; Q tried to get Janeway to have his babies once; and of course there was that one time that Janeway absolutely fucked Amelia Earhart.

[ensign-rx]

Merry Christmas in April?!

I didn't mean to hold out on this special art and story I commissioned from @bumblingbabooshka back in December! Vorik and his wife, Starrah (RP'd by @fyr-rphub) -- and their new baby T'Vin!! -- are my favorite lower deckers of U.S.S. Voyager ♡

I don't want to mess with formatting so you can read the very adorable accompanying story shared here:

Plus bonus sketches. Oh Vorik you look so serious<33

[chernobog13]

U.S.S. VOYAGER

[startrek-eridani]

Season 1 Episode 1 to 5 synopses

1: Voyages of the Eridani: Captain Saavik and her crew are tested when the U.S.S. Eridani’s systems are being sabotaged by a stowaway lifeform from a newly discovered planet. The crew teams and their department heads, as well as the Captain and First Officer, have to learn to work together in this new and unprecedented situation.

2: River, Weep Gently for Us: As the Eridani is surveying a pre-warp planet’s civilization, they find a deep seated conflict between castes surrounding the access to food and water. With the Captain’s history, the conflict between upholding the Prime Directive and supporting the starving caste becomes divisive.

3: What's in a Name?: As they stop on a Starbase for ressupply, and when a member of Dr. McCoy’s family boards the ship, an old conflict, concerning her first deep space assignment being taken so soon after the Enterprise-B’s accident, is unearthed. Meanwhile, when a warp core misalignments causes a power outage to the Starbase and the other ship docked to it, conversations have the chance to take place. Can ship counselor Cohen ensure father and daughter reconcile?

4: One for All and All for One: A visit to a supposedly barren world turns into a tale of swashbuckling adventure when the crew members get transported down and forced to play the roles of characters from classic novel The Three Musketeers. With Helmsman Demora Sulu as D’Artagnan and Navigator Wane Perry as Constance Bonacieux being the only crewmembers aware of the charade, will they be able to help the ship escape this tale?

5: Hey Joan:  The newest transfer from Starbase 14 happens to have a previous romantic connection with Joanna McCoy, and when the Eridani starts to experience mechanical trouble, the reason why Lieutenant Erikson’s previous ship had to be decommissioned comes into light, revealing a seedy ship equipment cartel.

[stuckinsquahamish]

Here's my vision of Seven becoming a captain (note that I am disregarding pretty much everything that happened in Star Trek: Picard because I simply do not like it. If you are wedded to nuTrek canon escape now)

-Seven of Nine becomes captain of an intrepid class ship. Maybe call it Voyager-B. There is still exploring to do out there. It's primarily a science vessel. I have more thoughts about why this would be a good character choice but I will save that for another time.

-She calls B'elanna Torres and says, Commander, I need a Chief Engineer and these people will not suffice. They are not...as efficient as you. And I need someone to help me modify this ship the way we did Voyager. This Starfleet tech is hopeless without us. And it would be imprudent to trust a senior staff of only die-hard Federation bootlickers. Join me.

-B'elanna says, are you insane. And then B'elanna says I will be there in 2 days don't fuck up my engines before I get there.

-First Officer Raffi Musiker quickly becomes accustomed to the fact that most staff meetings and communications with engineering involve a lot of yelling from B'elanna and a lot of snark from Seven. Since the ship runs like a dream she concludes that this is simply how they work and decides as first officer to classify this Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys. She does get used to getting an earful from B'elanna about catching Seven fucking with something in the Jeffries Tubes at 2 in the morning without consulting her, and she is impressed Seven manages to find time to step on B'elanna's toes what with all her captainly duties, but she is beginning to think this is what constitutes fun for these two and decides not to probe further.

-The first command Seven gives, which becomes her trademark phrase, is "Proceed." It's the most efficient word. Some habits die hard.

-There is an exchange like this:

"The Enterprise is hailing us, Captain."

"Onscreen."

Captain Seven inclines her head, raises her ocular implant, and smiles.

"Naomi Wildman, Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise-G."

On the screen, Captain Wildman grins.

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Amazing set of detailed floor plans for the Intrepid-class starship, as in the U.S.S. Voyager NCC-74656. By Strategic Design. Updated versions available here:

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U.S.S. Voyager "Parallax"

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Fellow Trekkies?!

I am making a Star Trek: TNG RP Server. Set in the TNG timeline, you'll join the crew of the U.S.S Octavius on her maiden voyage across the galaxy to help create and keep peace, protect threatened planets and bond with your fellow crew members! Canon characters are accepted! However it really depends (And staff may need to talk amongst themselves) Once she is up and running, I will post again, and anyone who wants to join just message me and I will send you the link!