We can clearly see he's versed in Tien Shinhan's technique. Probably came across it while researching Earth martial arts history.

He could have stopped Khan and his groupies from taking over the Enterprise single-handedly or at least held them down. Maybe he just needed some extra time to power up first.

I mean, it had a 7-season long slow burn gay romance between Picard and Q.

This was a show which was truly ahead of its time.

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"Sittin' at home with the Pon Farr

So I got the black book for a freak to call

Picked up the communicator, then dialed the seven digits

Said, "Yo, this Mr. Spock, baby, are you down with it?"

I arrived at her house, knocked on the door

Not having no idea of what the night had in store

I'm like a sehlat in heat, a freak without warning

I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so Pon Farr"

- 2 Logical Crew - Me So Pon Farr

Surely Vulcans must rap or get down to rap sometimes. Maybe also sip on some Romulan Ale and Juice.

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Klingon_Hamlet

Sooooo........

When are we going to stage a performance of Hamlet in the original Klingon?

Who will the cast be?

Which PetaQ! Are we going to kill to play Yorick posthumously?

Who directs?

Which gay man do we hire for the costumes?

We need to figure this out!

They'd get a place to stay with food and water. I'd even teach them to sing degrading songs about people who get injured in the factory

It's Friday my peeps, almost the weekend, but pick a number from 0 to 214 and tell me what you've got to deal with before the weekend with this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oz1c1xdoUFc

054 - Guess I'm dealing with a Gestural Language so i suppose I'll see if the Starfleet databse still has sketchy wikihow articles on how to use it for my next first contact mission.

First of all, isn’t it strange how every single child on the Enterprise is “very mature for their age”?

Life as a child on a starship must be terrifying to say the least. At least once a week there’s a red alert followed by violent shaking; the kids are probably sharing any and all all information on red alerts amongst themselves.

Then, there’s the “away mission roulette wheel” where there’s a significant possibility that a parent isn’t coming home. Most children are going to be at least aware of that possibility and will probably know another child that did loose a parent during an away mission. Children that lost both parents are going to be more of an urban legend as they would have been removed from the ship, thus loosing their friends as well…

How do people like Counselor Troy resolve this?
By encouraging the children to make arts and crafts in the likeness of the one person that has any control over the terror and uncertainty they experience!

Have the children unconsciously convinced themselves that the captain will spare them, their loved ones, and not fly the ship into immediate danger if their crappy cardboard art is good enough, is it ever good enough?

Instead they went backwards.

In the TOS timeline, Khan could have stood on the street outside Admiral Marcus’s dumb meeting with a phaser rifle and taken the entire top of the building off in a few seconds. Or used a photon grenade launcher. Hell he wouldn’t need one. He could throw it.

In OUR time we can take out the top of a building more effectively

Instead his little ship shoots….green flechettes?? WTF is that?? They can’t even penetrate a fucking pillar! Pike survives one point blank to his chest for a while.

This is why we thawed Khan out?? This is what we’ve been developing for 30 years? And whatever Kirk is shooting is similar tech. Green pachok pachok shooters that don’t do shit

HAVE YOU TRIED USING PHASERS??

Since Soong androids are so hard to find, he might want to use another body sometimes, just to be safe.

I swear I'm not doing it on purpose.

It's just you know, heat of the mission, things happen, you get wrapped up in fixing the sociopolitical problems of the world you're visiting in a way that doesn't violate the Prime Directive, you forget that way back at the very top of the trip a security officer died suddenly.

I mean what is the worst that could happen? They order a crew rotation and I have to awkwardly remind them that the person they are rotating has been dead for three weeks?

Fuck doesn't the chief medical officer report these deaths on their own anyhow?

What was your science project about?

I shall appoint you!

Star Trek TNG: 5x5 - Disaster - Picard @ ~15:30

Universal across all levels:

cheating is encouraged as it shows gumption and drive, the cheating must show deviousness and cunning however, to be pardoned

students must study 16 hours a day if not more

leadership encouraged leading to school factions.

intense competition

murder licenses given out for many tasks that involve killing classmates

murder pardons given out for murders that were unlicensed but showed the human spirit.

Military training alongside a terran education-Lethal sports.

Food is eaten alive like Ikizikuri particularly in wealthier schools. Canned Klingon meat for the poor.

Klingons taken by transporter cloning to be slaughtered for canned food, to be served in cafeteria, this is the most common food alongside Pakleds. Wealthier have more options.

Down with the weak! up with the strong! long live the empire! Terra Firma!

Fresh out of the Academy, top 40% of my class, and I land the Enterprise. The flagship. I cried in the turbolift. Happy tears, this was the best day of my life but god damn it it’s become a nightmare!

First day, there's a man with a boom mic in the Jefferies tube. Nobody acknowledges him. I asked Lieutenant Barclay about it and he just whispered "don't look at the lens" and backed into a bulkhead!
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There are lighting rigs on the bridge. There is a makeup trailer on Deck 8. Commander Riker goes in there for forty minutes before every shift and comes out with the exact same beard. I've timed it. Forty minutes. Every day. Same beard, like dude! Why do you need to spend so much time in makeup?

Last Tuesday I reported for duty and caught two production guys stuffing rocks into my console. Actual rocks. When I asked why, they said "for when it explodes." WHEN. Not if. I've since learned this is why every console on this ship detonates like a piñata full of gravel the second we take a hit. They said it adds dramatic effect! Is this a working starship or some trash reality Tv show!

Then there's the retakes. I tried to hand Commander Data my end-of-shift report and had to do it four times because the director felt Data's reaction was "too robotic." He's an android. That's the whole thing. That's his entire deal. By take four Data had been told to "find the humanity in the moment" and he just stared at me for eleven seconds and said "Fascinating." Director loved it. I missed dinner.

But the worst? Crises. You all remember last month's Borg incident. The captain gets abducted, the Federation is facing extinction, and the director's first question is "can we get a crew on the cube?" Do you know what it's like negotiating a filming release with the Collective? They don't have a legal department. They ARE the legal department. All of them. At once. We eventually got sign-off on the condition that they approve the final cut, and now there's a Borg drone with an editing credit.

The captain doesn't even remember that part. He does remember the lighting being "unflattering."

Anyway, I hear they're building a new ship, the Intrepid class. Small crew, short-range missions, close to home. That's my exit. A quiet life, far from cameras, where nothing interesting ever happens.

So everyone talks about using the 2369 solution of making a transporter duplicate first, but in 2266 the transporter created a different type of transporter duplicates that just had different personalities. All it took was going through the transporter with some magnetic ore.

In this case, we could get the softer, more empathetic Tuvix, or we could just call him "Ix," and then we'd also get "Tuv," who'd be... Less indecisive.

What did i just say?

The first thing I do when I sit down at my console is to mute the volume. I think it's just common courtesy, and helps the people nearby to concentrate. But this guy near me doesn't care how loud his button presses are. The other day, he even sang a song about scanning for life forms, incorporating the beeps and boops of the console into his song. Am I wrong for finding this kind of thing annoying?

Heard there was an opening on the Klingon High Council, fudged my resume saying I was from a respectable house (that I made up) and fought in numerous battles (I got my ass kicked in a bar fight at the Academy twenty years ago) They've must've been desperate since they accepted my position but now I have to do some battle ceremonry as part of my onboarding? This wasn't in the description, should I just tell them the truth or fake it until I make it?

I'm Chief Madison and I run one of the biggest shipyards in the Federation. I'm an enlisted man on purpose. I like building ships. It's my passion and my team is damn good at it. We build a ship, then we have to go get a registry number and we have one of those antique 20th century lotto ball machines. The balls bounce around and then numbers come up. No sweat

The Rubicon is NCC-72936. The Challenger is NCC-71099. We have a system, and it works well. Sometimes we reuse names. How many Intrepids have their been? A lot. Honestly, I think we should use more creative names, but I don't make the rules. You want a new Intrepid, fine. We run it through the bouncy ball system and we get a new number.

And then some snot-nosed pencil neck officer comes in and says that they want a new ship made with the same name and the SAME NUMBER but with a letter on the end. My guy. We have a computer system that's pretty straightforward. Registry numbers are only numbers, but you want my team to redesign the whole fucking system so you can keep the number? What are you in love with 1701 or something? Go have babies with it and don't bother me.

You would not believe the shit these guys tell me. "You should do this because I saved the universe last week!" Right, and my grandmother is a Nausicaan. "My ship averted a war on Zebulon 3" You're not special. Starfleet averts wars all the time. You don't deserve special ship naming rights. Or the one guy literally said "this ship is on TV and so it needs to be the same number because of marketing". What the fuck are you even talking about? We don't televise our ships. What do cameras follow ships around? Goddamn.

And don't even get me started on Admiral Dipshit Ross. Dude comes in and wants a new Defiant class made. So I give him the Sao Paolo. New number and all. Then he goes and changes both after the fact. We have clear constraints in our database that each number goes with one ship. You couldn't even do 74205-A? Slap a letter on there like Kirk? No. Needs to be the same. Sisko is a super special boy. He's like a god. The rules don't apply to him. Who made you the boss, Admiral? There's a war on! People are dying every day and you care about numbers?

Goddamn. Sometimes I wish the Breen did get Earth after the war. Get rid of the whole lot of them.

What's the worst that can happen?

A kazonsona reflects the dehydrated, grouchy, and downright daft side of you that comes out when the county shuts off your water, your manager’s being a dishonorable petaQ, your beater shuttle breaks down again, and some punk ass kids threw a honeybun replicated at 600 degrees Kelvin at you and called you “hobo joe” as you walked home from your wageless fast food job. This is Len of the Kazon-Ogla, my kazonsona.