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adder24 · 1 year

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In the name of love, I dare you to try.

Warnings: This is the third time of writing some absolute filth, I am still learning the ways of smut, so by all means happy for helpful critique. Anyway mentions of some Oral shindigs and sex.

Rating: Very much an R here people.

Summary: It's the annual get together and after the dismal performance from last year, you were determined to make up for it and put your team on top once more but there was an obstacle in the shape of Johnathan Nolan.

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It was the annual get together for the Mid Wilshire division, a night where all departments would come together and partake in getting to know their fellow man, building friendships and connections and partaking in some friendly competition in whatever sport was available in the venue of choice.

Last year it was bowling, which you sucked miserably at and part of the reason why the K9 unit came last,but this year, they chose to go to a sports bar, and luckily there was a pool table. A lot of those you work with don’t expect you to pick up a cue and sink some pool balls but those that knew you, knew not to challenge you. You would be their secret weapon.

A casual dress was all that was required, you threw on some ripped, black skinny jeans, a white cropped top to show off your toned midriff, Black and white hi-tops, a Blue plaid shirt and a Blue Dodgers snapback. These were essentially your comfy clothes but tonight they would be your game winners.

You were informed that some of the new recruits and T.O’s of patrol were attending tonight, a perfect opportunity to redeem yourself of last year's mistakes. You hung around the pool table on purpose, weighing up the competition.The Rookies then started to filter in and sure enough they were round the pool table, showing off and trying to prove themselves in front of everyone else, including their T.O’s and superior officers.

This bunch seemed cocky and you felt now was the perfect time to bring them down a peg or two. You chose the confident ones first, the ones who thought they knew what they were doing till you took them apart with trick shot after trick shot, embarrassing them in front of everyone that was watching. You then blew the chalk off the tip of the cue and pointed at the one that was cocky, inviting them to challenge you, they accepted and in next to no time you were putting them in their place. It was a clean sweep and as you chalk your cue again, you noticed a crowd forming around the table, hearing people mock the rookies, telling them that the K9 unit came in last place last year and that they were being embarrassed. Not that you cared.

One by one they fell, the most they potted was two before you got to work, taking them apart in minutes and enjoying the look of disbelief on their faces. It wasn’t much of a challenge but at least you were regaining some respect from your unit. You then challenged the T.O’s, Lopez was the first, she had moves but not enough to stop you and soon fell by the wayside, she was closely followed by Harper, another who had a bit more skill and a few trick shots up her sleeve but still you stood. Then there was Bradford, not easy to read, confident and even put a hundred dollars on himself to win. It was like a red flag to a bull for you. You had a point to prove and proven it was. Sure, he obviously spent time at the table, was a lot tougher and had a few more shots that he pulled off but he too fell and when he did, there was a raucous cheer that erupted from the K9 unit.

“Yeah yeah alright!” Tim growled as he gave you money and disappeared into the crowd.

“Anyone else fancy their chances?!” You call out as you chalk your cue

There was a moment of pause before the usual chatter continued. You thought you was done, that your pride had been restored and the K9 unit was back on top, that was before you heard his voice.

“I’ll have a go”

You look up from the cue and see him staring back at you, a smile on his lips and his blue eyes glancing over you; Nolan. Wearing an open light blue shirt, Black t-shirt,stonewashed jeans and black boots to finish off the look.

You knew each other, had the pleasure of working with each other a few times and built up a friendship, even if he was a little flirty sometimes. He’d come by occasionally with lunch or to see how you and Bandit were doing. Often you joked about it being an excuse to come give Bandit some fuss but you could see a mischievous glint in his eye which suggested differently.

“Alright big guy, brace your ass for a good pounding” You teased with a smirk on your lips

“Ooh you promise?” Nolan replied with a wicked grin on his lips.

"Oh I promise" You reply as your hand slowly runs down the cue from the tip, down the shaft and rests on the wrap where you feel comfortable holding it “Give you a head start, I’ll break first”

You blow off the excess chalk on the tip and lean down over the table, taking aim and weighing up in your mind if you should go easy on him. You decide to make things interesting and take your shot, hitting the triangle of balls gently so that they break but don't scatter too far, a precarious position but not a hard one to get out of. Nolan looked at you and then did the infamous raise of the eyebrow, the one that always made things twitch and right on cue, it did exactly that, causing you to bite your lip.

He grabbed the chalk from off the table with his massive paw like hand, glanced your way and began to gently caress the tip with the chalk cube, making slow circular motions before placing it back down on the table and gently blowing the excess off the tip he then took his position, leaned over the table and took his shot, breaking the group up a little more, causing a striped ball to roll into the middle left pocket.

“Let’s get this party started” He says playfully, wiggling his eyebrows directly at you.

You watched the way he moved around the table, calculating his shots and making it look effortless but you weren't too worried. Everytime he glanced over at you, you would do something to distract him or put him off entirely, it ranged from doing lewd gestures with the cue, to biting your finger in a seductive manner. You could see he was desperately trying to concentrate but eventually he caved and missed a shot.

“Looks like it’s my time to shine” You say, knowing he was going to resort to desperate measures to put you off. You were prepared but at the same time you were intrigued by what his game plan would be.

And so it began, the endless attempts to put you off. It began with circling the table like a shark, watching your every shot intently, then it moved on to him mimicking your movements and doing things with the cue to get your attention, subtle lewd things that he knew you would notice and although it was distracting, it didn't slow you down, you still had a point to prove.

Then it came down to him standing beside you, getting down to your level when you took a shot and whispering some outrageously filthy innuendos, things like "The way you stroke that cue stick, makes me think you had practice" Or "Promise to hit my balls like that?" Things that would get him slapped by any other woman, but not you, you knew you had got under his skin and this was a ploy.

You were down to the last ball and as you lined up your shot, he decided to walk behind you, his hand subtly stroking your ass before he took his place beside you.

"You pot the black, you can not only win it for the K9 unit but I'll let you punish me in whatever way you see fit. He said softly

"And if I don't?" You ask

"I'll make sure you'll be the one screaming my name tonight" He growled softly, making his intentions very clear.

"Alright…let me add to that. I win, we go off and blow off some steam but you're going to be screaming my name first, you win and we will do it your way" You reply with a wink.

His eyebrows raised before a wicked grin appeared on his lips.

"Deal"

You then lick your lips, chalk the tip of the cue while running your hand slowly down the shaft, your fingers delicately caressing the wood. You can feel his eyes on you, watching your movements and you can sense that things were getting a bit tight for him. You smirk and then lean over the table, lining up your shot, knowing it all rests on this. You could cut the tension with a knife.

You then take a breath and take the shot.

The white ball rolled towards the black ball, hitting it with enough force to pot it, slowly into the top right pocket. The K9 unit cheered and barked while the rookies walked away grumbling and blaming each other, all but Nolan who stood on the other side of the table, humbly defeated and keeping his eyes on you, watching you as you smirk at him and fold your arms across your chest before signalling with your eyes, to meet you in the parking lot. You disappear through the crowd and head out to the parking lot, making your way over to your customised pick up, a stand out Black with Red trim Ford Raptor. You press the button to unlock it and as you reach for the driver's door you feel a presence behind you and before you know it, you’re being pushed up against your own car by none other than Nolan.

“Oh I really got under your skin” You purr

“Oh yeah…you knew exactly what you were doing” He growled as he studied you, running a finger under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him “But I promised to deliver on a deal, so where are you taking me?”

“Away from prying eyes in the back of the truck” You reply, biting your lip as you notice the hungry look in his eyes.

“The truck?” He asks, a little surprised

“Yeah…It’s that or go home and you get attacked by Bandit because he thinks you’re attacking me” You reply

“I have been in the back of trucks, they are not comfy” He replies

“Well you ain’t been in the back of mine, I got a comfy bed all setup…and it needs christening” You reply cheekily.

“Truck it is” He responded before he made his way to the passenger side and climbed in

You took a moment to compose yourself before you climbed into the drivers side and started the engine. You had a spot in mind, a private beach owned by a friend of yours, somewhere you go to regularly when you feel the urge to escape the rat race and gain some sanity back. It wasn’t far from the sports bar, ten minutes to be precise but it was a long ten minutes and when you did finally get to the beach, all that sexual tension that was built up in the bar could finally be released.

As soon as you put the car into park you quickly undone your seatbelt and expertly manoeuvred yourself into position, plopping yourself onto Nolans lap and copping a feel of his bulge, giving him a wild grin. That's when he reached up, grabbed a fistful of your top and pulled you down into a searing kiss, your lips pressing against each other over and over again before you parted your lips slightly, just enough to let his tongue slip in and explore, tasting and swiping with your own.

You could feel his hands slip under your top, his fingers sneaking underneath your bra, gently caressing and teasing your nipples, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing yourself against him as you deepen the kiss further, craving more as you both fight for dominance. Eventually you concede, breaking the kiss so you can catch your breath but you knew this wasn’t over as you felt his fingers work their way to your spine, tip toeing down to the small of your back, causing your skin to erupt into goosebumps before those once delicate fingers reached down and grabbed your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and causing you to catch his hungry gaze with your lustful eyes.

There was no need for words, you both knew how this was going to play out and there was no need to draw it out longer than it should. You made the first move, climbing off his lap and into the back. You expertly manoeuvred through the small gap at the front and onto the makeshift bed that you had set up in the back. You were kicking off your shoes while he opened the passenger side door, slipping out as he made his way round to the back.

You start to unbutton your jeans, trying to wriggle yourself free before he throws the door open, pausing momentarily as he drinks in the sight before him. He then helps you, grabbing the legs of your jeans and pulling them off.

"How private did you say this beach was?" He asks as his hands gently begin to caress your ankles

"I'm the only one here who has access" You reply.

You then noticed the wild smile growing on his lips and before you knew it, he had grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards the door. You go to sit up but his hand gently pushes you back down, flat on the bed.

"Just relax and enjoy yourself" You hear him say as he hooks his fingers into your black panties, pulling them down your legs and throwing them into the cabin.

You giggle with nervous anticipation and before you know it, he carefully parted your legs and plunged his tongue into your silky cavern. You jolt a little, toes curling as you feel him explore, tasting you and teasing your sweet spot. You grip the seats tightly as little moans fall from your mouth, your hand reaching down to grab his hair, fingers getting knotted as you try desperately to wrestle back control of yourself but the man has a hold over you. Each flick or swipe of the tongue sent you closer to ecstasy.

He had you in the palm of his hand, causing your body to squirm as your senses become awash with pleasure and just as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy, he retracted his tongue, leaving you gasping and wanting more.

You were about to protest when you felt his lips begin to gently kiss your stomach and once he had you relaxed, he began to slowly crawl across the makeshift bed, trailing kisses from the stomach up before his eyes met yours again. You can feel your breath hitch in your throat as he leans down and kisses you tenderly, his lips pressing against yours, again and again, sliding between your legs before he pushes himself up onto his knees, his hands reaching down to his belt. You push up onto your elbows and swallow hard, watching him wrestle with his belt, popping the buckle open and loosening the belt. You lick your lips in anticipation as he reaches for his jeans, unfastening the top button before unzipping his fly. You chuckle, reaching for his waistband, helping him push his jeans down. You can see his bulge protruding from his boxers and you sneakily run your hands over his engorged package, causing a tiny growl to escape his lips.

“Oh no. Are you going to punish me, Officer Nolan?” You asks playfully while biting the top of your index finger.

“Damn straight I am” He growled as he pushed his boxers down, springing his dick free

You catch sight of it, gasping a little at its size before he pushes you back down, one hand sliding underneath your bra, his fingers teasing and caressing a nipple of his choosing. You arch your back as your senses spark to life, tingling with illicit joy, a distraction while his other hand glides along the top of your leg, hooking under your knee and wrapping it around his waist. He continues to tease and caress your breast, working you into a frenzy before he seizes his moment.

He leans down, claims your lips with his own and slowly enters you with his hardened cock, filling you up, causing an audible moan to escape your lips as you feel your walls begin to stretch and adjust to his size. You wrap your other leg around his waist, pushing him in deeper. You both took a moment to process what was happening, before eventually he started to roll his hips. Starting slow, breaking you in gently as he bites and nips at your neck, causing your body to feel electric, your walls clamping around him which makes him moan softly against your ear.

You grip his shoulders as he gets into a rhythm, feeling him hit your spot, over and over again, sending your head spinning as you feel waves of pleasure begin to wash over you. Little moans fall from your lips as you dig your nails into his shoulder, driving him into a frenzy as he increases his tempo, his thrusts becoming more powerful, so much so that it was beginning to rock the cabin but you didn’t care, you was busy floating in a river of ecstasy, your body coming alive as you feel him pound your spot over and over again as ripples of pleasure course through your body.

It was clear that he had one thing set in his mind, he wanted your sweet release, to feel your nectar wash over him while he listened to your cries of pleasure. He was driven, motivated by the way your body reacted to him, wanting more as you battled to hold on to the euphoric state that you were in, helped by the gentle rhythmic rocking of the cabin. Then as you feel your orgasm start to peek, he slowed his pace down, his lips finding yours again while his hands gently run down your sides.

“Fancy finishing on top?” He whispered softly in your ear as he gently nibbled your earlobe

“Sure…always fancied taking you for a ride” You pant softly while smiling playfully

He smiles, gently nibbling your neck before you both clumsily switch positions, limbs going everywhere before you eventually find yourself on top of him, straddling him while your hands rest on his shoulders. You pause to absorb the moment, enjoying the view of him under you. You feel his hands track down to your hips, his delicate touch sending a shiver up your spine as you bite your lip. You hold his gaze for a moment before you make the move, guiding his tip to your entrance as he carefully pushes his way in, your walls reacting to this intrusion, twitching and stretching to accommodate him once more.

Within moments you’re riding him, a slow gentle pace to begin in order to break him in before you caught up with the pleasurable sensation that courses through your core, craving your own sweet release as you rock back and forth, sliding up and down his shaft, his tip hitting your spot over and over again before you suddenly feel the wave of pleasure intensify, your body trembling as you become undone, the intensity of your orgasm causing you to cry out as you feel your juices ooze down his shaft.

You ride the blissful waves that follow after as well as feeling him fill you with his seed, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he let out a low satisfied groan. He pulls you down to rest on top of him, your breathing beginning to even out as you bask in the afterglow, finally being able to enjoy listening to the waves crash against the shore. You feel him then gently wrap an arm around your waist, an easy smile on his lips as he starts to come down from his lust fueled high.

“So…..since you won and all….any chance for a rematch?” Nolan asked softly as he gently stroked your back

“For you? Any time, however, I know a better place to play pool.” You reply

“And where would that be?” Nolan asked

“My place…and next time we play, we play strip pool.”

“Oh that’s dangerous” Nolan growled

“I like danger” You reply

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ausetkmt · 9 months

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Police dog bites blind man in church hostel, prompting lawsuit

#Police dog bites blind man in church hostel prompting lawsuit #k9 #k9 used against blind man #k9 weaponized #cops weaponizing dogs

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gallifreyquotes · 10 months

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BRAXIATEL: [Sighs] How goes it? K9 MARK II: Request clarification of question. BRAXIATEL: Apparently I’ll own a K9 one day, given to me by an old friend I don’t actually know yet. K9 MARK II: Request clarification of statement. BRAXIATEL: Ah, one of the great pleasures of today, K9, is knowing how tomorrow may turn out.

#braxiatel #k9 mark ii #k9 #series 1 #weapon of choice

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vixenemesis · 6 months

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Call Of Duty OC: Yasmine "Sage" Lincoln

Sage, who decided to join special operations as a last resort is very successful in the missions. She finishes her job quickly with her quick movements and attention. Sage did not have a good childhood and always had an interest in weapons and that's why they made fun of her. She also has heterochromia, which makes her eye colors different, which is why her friends admired her when she was little. Although Sage is physically strong, she is mentally very weak. Although she is compassionate and usually quiet but humorous, she is also very focused and serious on tasks.

GENERAL INFO

Name: Yasmine Sage Lincoln

Aliases: Yas (By her parents) Mimi (By her friends)

Nationality: British

Gender: Female

Birthday: November 15

sexuality: Heterosexual

Languages: English (Native language) Spanish, Russian, German and more (Learned as a hobby)

Occupation: Medical Secretary (formerly) SAS soldier (currently)

APPEREANCE

Hair color: Dark brown

Eye color: Due to her heterochromia disease, her left eye is brown and her right eye is green.

Height: 1.65 cm / 5′ 5″

Faceclaim: Vittoria Ceretti

Blood Type: 0 Positive

Hair style: Usually a side braid.

SKİLLS-ABİLİTİES

Sniping: With her attention and ability to hold her breath for a long time, nothing escapes her.

Hostage rescue: With her fast movements, strength and logic, she has no difficulty.

Bomb disposal: Even if it stresses her out, Sage can always stay cool and continue to think clearly. But it still scares her.

AFFİLİATİONS

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" MacTavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Captain John Price

PREFERENCES

Clothes: She loves to dress Gothic. Victorian clothing is her favorite and her favorite trousers are those with bell-bottoms. On duty, she mostly prefers a camo or just a black top that covers her neck.

Weapons: M4A1 and CZ 750.

Knife: Throwing knife.

FAMİLY

Father: William Lincoln. Ex-Serviceman, he worked as a drill sergeant and is now a veteran. Currently a civil servant.

Mother: Mary Lincoln. Sage is very similar to her mother. Mary, a nurse who taught Sage a lot about medicine.

Siblings: Evan Lincoln. Sage's older brother, he's protective and fun. Sometimes he likes to annoy Sage.

FUN FACTS

Sage wants to try Ghost's mask because she finds it very cool. But when she wears it, she doesn't think it suits her very well, she still likes to wear it and walk around.

No matter how quiet she is, when she gets bored she talks so much that others want to put tape over her mouth.

She is quite serious with others on a mission, but when she is with Ghost she gets distracted from looking at him, so it is not a good idea to send her on a mission with Ghost. (they will go anyway)

She sometimes likes to cook for others. Just tell her what you want to eat and she will make it.

NAME HİSTORY

They decided to call her Sage because Sage was knowledgeable about medicine, took good care of her mates, and knew better what to do when they were injured. Additionally, Sage is a beneficial herb. 🌿

FAVORİTES

Food: Lentil soup

Drink: Chocolate Milkshake

Color: Navy blue.

Music: Paint It, Black by The Rolling Stones

accessories: rings and necklaces.

Animal: Dogs. (especially K9)

Season: Winter.

BACKGROUND STORY

Sage was found with a note in front of the door of Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln's house, was abandoned when she was a newborn. The note said the baby's name was Yasmine and it was clear that she had been abandoned. It is unknown who her parents were or why they abandoned her. When Mrs. Lincoln opened the door, she was stunned to see Sage in a stroller. She didn't know whose baby this was so she decided to take care of her. Even though they had a 7 year old son, they didn't want to send Sage to an orphanage so they wanted to parent her. She had always been a smart kid because she was grateful to those who parented her. Until she became an adult, Mrs. Lincoln taught her about medicine and Mr. Lincoln taught her how to defend herself. When she turned 21, she joined the special forces and after a tough training she was able to become a sniper. Thanks to her sharp eyes and ability to hold her breath for a long time she became one of the most successful snipers, and at the same time, she became better with Throwing knives with her fast movements when she was under many enemies. She joined Task Force 141 in 2019 and now she is even an expert at being a translator.

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And that's it. Thank you if you read this far, I hope you like her. Feel free to ask her whatever you want (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

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puppicunni · 1 year

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hiii im puppi!!! im 18 n live in the uk :3

socials:

discord: (ask)

kinks list!!! :

I LOVE:

rape/cnc, k9/knotting, wetting/bathroom control, weapon play (knives, guns), violence/torture/abuse, stockholm, kicking/punching/hitting, somnophilia, sadism/masochism, breeding, oral fixation, objectification, master/pet, kidnapping, incest, gore/guro/snuffing/bad ends, substance abuse, corruption, blackmail, age play, cockwarming, masks, necro, possessiveness/jealousy, weightloss control

I like:

anal/anal training, biting, blood play, humiliation, face fucking, femboys <3, gangbangs, older men, adultery, bimbofication, choking, crying, size difference, degradation, premature cumming, squirting, wax play, branding, orgasm control, cannibalism, wound fucking

maybe/I will try:

fisting, foot play, worship, piercings

LIMITS/HATE:

prolapse, vore, armpits, burping, belly play, tickling, chastity, diapers, scat, immobilization (size), race play, rimming (giving), stds, sweat, vomit

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whovianwatchingstartrek · 7 months

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A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 048 - The Borg Awaken

On the Advice of a few of you, I've decided to ignore that the list I've been following skips this one until much later.

Star Trek: Enterprise - Season 2 Episode 23 - Regeneration

So the episode opens with some scientists discovering a person buried in some Ice. The Borg are one of the few Star Trek aliens that I new about before starting the series, so I did recognise it. That said, I don't know much about them. I read that one Star Trek Doctor Who crossover comic years ago, and while I don't remember much about it, I do remember the borg went up against the Cybermen in that one, so I know they're very similar in concept. The comic didn't really do much to differentiate the Borg and Cybermen from each other though, so I'm interested to see where they differ. The Cybermen are my absolute favourite Doctor Who villains, so I really have been looking forward to these guys showing up.

Anyways, the Borg quickly start waking up. I loved how these opening scenes were played basically like a horror movie. After loosing contact with the scientists, and a ship was documented leaving the planet, so Star Fleet sends Enterprise.

It's fascinating how little the borg have to actually do to begin a conversion. Just one small injection, then the process is automatic. And now, there are two ongoing convertee's on Enterprise. And They infected Phlox. Plus, the crews weapons are completely useless against them. The two Borgs that Enterprise picked up do get ejected into space, but Phlox is still being converted.

I love moments where Phlox's happy exterior is replaced by a more serious demeanour when it's called for, because that's how you can tell things are really serious, and this episode is full of that.

T'Pol and Archer have a mini debate about destroying the Borg's transport vs Trying to save the infected people aboard, and while I would normally be up for a heroic rescue, We literally just saw the damage even two of these things can cause less than 5 minutes ago. I'm 100% with T'Pol on this one, that transport needs destroyed.

Phlox has a minor breakthrough on finding a treatment, but it's a very risky one. However I admire his conviction. "I have no intention of becoming one of them" indeed. Seeing his movements slowly become more and more robotic over the course of the episode was beautifully terrifying.

I'm going to be honest, when we eventually heard the Borgs' voice they didn't sound anything like I expected to. I don't know, they sounded too Human, but maybe that's just a lifetime of expecting threats of cyber-conversion sounding more like this:

I do still want to see more of the Borg. This episode mostly focussed on how the Enterprise deals with them as a unknown threat, but I really want to deep dive into how exactly they operate. Just how similar to the Cybermen are they? How did the Borg start out? I want answers, and sadly from the way the end of the episode sounded, I'm probably gonna be waiting a while for those answers.

Comparing my Enjoyment of this Episode with a Doctor Who Universe Story of the Same Title

K9 - Season 1 Episode 1 - Regeneration

With a core concept to the Whoniverse called "Regeneration" you would think there would be more than one story with that title. Unfortunately not, so I've finally been forced to watch the Australian K9 Spin-Off.

I want to give this series a chance, and luckily the episode is the series's pilot but it doesn't do a good job at setting up it's premise, or introducing it's characters. This was Bob Baker's second attempt at giving K9 a spin off series, and there's a reason why neither of them really took off. K9 just isn't main character material. I love the metal dog, I always have, but seeing him played seriously doesn't work. Also not a fan of the redesign this series gave him. I don't really even have anything to say about the episode itself. Nothing really stood out.

I definitely enjoyed Enterprise's Regeneration a lot more, not even close. Enterprise's Regeneration was a such a good episode, I'm glad you guys convinced me not to follow the viewing guide's advice on this one.

#whovian watching star trek #star trek #star trek enterprise #star trek ent #star trek: enterprise #enterprise #ent

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adventure-showdown · 6 months

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What is your favourite Doctor Who story

ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

K9 and Company

Synopsis

Sarah Jane Smith is looking forward to a quiet Christmas with her aunt Lavinia in the sleepy village of Moreton Harwood. When she arrives, she finds her aunt missing and a surprise gift from an old friend waiting to be opened.

Sarah, K9 and her aunt's ward, Brendan Richards, are caught up in the affairs of a mysterious cult who practise the black arts and are preparing for a human sacrifice.

Propaganda

the episode itself may be dull, but the theme tune, it deserves to win for that alone (anonymous)

Regeneration/Liberation/The Korven

Synopsis

In 2050 London, Starkey and Jorjie are trying to escape the police. They take refuge in a large detached house, the residence of reclusive scientist Professor Alistair Gryffen and a robot dog named K9. After the battle with the Jixen, K9 performs a costly sacrifice that forces him to regenerate into a brand new body, but his mind may not have weathered the process.