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Arya/Gendry + Star Trek AU 

Ensign Arya Stark

Lieutenant Gendry Waters 

Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.

AOS Fic - Finally

Originally posted by cindyctw75


My contribution to the Jim Kirk Birthday Bash.

Posting now because tomorrow is gonna be killer for me. 

No real warnings, just a blatant disregard for canon and shameless pseudoscience. I am a creature of consistency. 

McKirk, ‘cause it’s always McKirk.


March 22, 2256

Len doesn’t think anything of it when Jim doesn’t stumble into his room at 3 am on March 22.

It crosses his mind that maybe things are going better with Ruth. He really isn’t bothered.

It’s a little weird when Jim isn’t sprawled on his couch when he finally finishes his day at the clinic. 

“Jim?” Len calls, dropping his pack on the floor.

Blessed silence greets him.

Len sighs and settles heavily into the cushions, toeing off his boots.

Finally, some peace and quiet.

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Here you are, @pokeharvest - Ooh, you should write a Scotty one where the reader is in engineering and names all the little parts of the ship, and at first Scotty is like “woah and people think I’m nuts about the Enterprise” but then he finds himself joining in on it, confusing everyone else

Word Count: 2007

Author’s Note: I took a few liberties with your request. I hope you enjoy it! PS, TOS Enterprise is approximately ⅓ the size of AOS Enterprise. Despite the fact that my blueprints allow for 250 crew on the Enterprise, TOS Bones once said there was 430-ish people on the Enterprise, so there’s obviously some wiggle room in interpreting size. That means AOS Enterprise could have a crew of 750-1200, depending, but I couldn’t find a definitive answer. Also, aside from size, no new specs on AOS Enterprise. So I had to do a little faking. The swimming pool and bowling alley are totally on the blueprints I have of TOS Enterprise though, they just have nothing really to do with the work of an engineer. Also, I hope I didn’t vilify poor Appleton too much. I’ve been dealing with a bully at work, and it just… bubbled over into the story. P.S. The best part of this was trying to find a song about how currents work, and re-discovering School House Rock’s Electricity.


“Mr. Scott, this ship is huge. I’m worried I’m going to get lost,” one of the other newly assigned grads blinked her eyelashes in a show of wide-eyed innocence that made you want to gag. Montgomery Scott, Chief Engineer on the U.S.S. Enterprise, quirked an eyebrow and turned to face her.

“Aye, lass. She’s a little over 700 metres in length -”

“725, sir,” you interrupted. You couldn’t help yourself. You’d spent most of your last year at the Academy fantasizing about being assigned to the fleet’s flagship. Studying the Enterprise specs had been your geeky little secret hobby. Stepping off the shuttle onto her had felt like coming home. There was nothing out of place. It looked exactly as you’d imagined, you suspected largely in part thanks to the handsome Scotsman standing at the head of your Engineering bay orientation. His blue eyes flicked over to assess you, and the hint of a smile lit his face.

“I love the enthusiasm of new grads,” he grinned. “Thank you, Ensign?”

“Y/L/N,” you provided. Ensign Eyelashes glared at you for the rest of the orientation, obviously angry that you’d distracted Mr. Scott’s attention.

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Lunchtime Drabble: Searching the Ship, Part 4

Lunchtime Drabble: Searching the Ship, Part 4
Word Count: 560
Warnings: Fluff mostly, I’m pretty much just having fun with this story now… Just go with me on this, it’ll be fun!
(Parenthesis are Jim’s thoughts.) [Brackets are Bones’ thoughts.]


Originally posted by fanfic-shiz

Jim and Bones left the office, after each took a healthy swig of bourbon, and silently went back to where Y/N lay on the bed. She had stopped crying and looked like she had drifted to sleep, her hands resting on her pregnant belly. Christine had brought her a blanket and helped her let her hair down. She looked quite comfortable laying there with her hair spread over the pillow, face peaceful and relaxed.

Jim’s breath caught in his chest. (She’s so beautiful. So amazing.)

“You’re beautiful too, Jim” she murmured in her sleep.

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In The Process Of Hurting His Little Girl

Originally posted by poedamxron


Theme Song: Another One Bites The Dust by Hidden Citizens

Summary: During Krall’s attack on the Enterprise, You, Jim’s 13-year-old-daughter, try to survive the attack. Meanwhile,Jim does everything in his power to protect the crew…And you.

Warnings: Violence, mild swearing, paternally protective Jim is such a thing to play with. XD.

Word Count: 2,389 words

A/N: HOLY CRUDDY CRIDDIDY CRAP I HAVE NOT WRITTEN FOR STAR TREK IN FOREVER!!! Here’s a kinda-quickie. Oh god, I haven’t written in forever for Trek-I’m so sorry!!! I’m 100% open for requests! If you have any, send them in! I hope they will motivate me immensely. Enjoy the story!

Tags(canI tag you?? I think I can, it’s been a while lol) @gothamsblackqueen @imaginenterprise  

(I saw you were looking for dad Jim. Oh, I love dad Jim.) @yourtropegirl

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You stepped onto the bridge as Spock was reporting on the planet, Altamid. You headed over by your dad’s chair, knowing he doesn’t mind when you do. Those E/C eyes of yours were observant and sharp at the scene. Suspicions were strong in you about Kalara, the alien woman. Her story of studying the nebula and all was…iffy to you. Must’ve been a high-up course. But Kalara didn’t seem to be a person who really coordinated with that type of thing. Yeah, that was quick judgement, but you weren’t gonna be very loud-mouthed on it.

“Proximity alert, Sir! We have an unknown ship heading straight for us!” Chekov reports.

“Lieutenant Uhura, hail them.”

“Yes, Captain.”

The ship(as you could only call it) came straight into view. It looked like no ship, though. You had no idea what to call it. It wasn’t as straight-up solid like a starship or a warbird or anything. It’s motions were more like…..Oh god, you didn’t know. But it seemed….flexible.

“No response, but I am picking up some kind of signal,” Uhura says. Your suspicions were high…They weren’t friendly.

“They’re jamming us.”

Your brows slightly furrowed. Why would they need to jam the ship?

Your dad stood up and ordered Sulu to magnify. Blink once, blink twice. What was this thing?

“What is this?” He turns to Kalara. She didn’t say a thing like she was clueless. Your eyes were flaming towards her. “You liar, you were just trying to attack the ship!” You claim lowly. She remained quiet, and continued to put up mock-innocence. It wasn’t working on you.

“Shields up! Red alert!”

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Regina relearns an old lesson from the engineering courses at cadet school: it’s usually bad to try and repair one kind of machine with parts from another. When one of the two machines is a materials transporter that uses commodified fuel-materials-approved teleportation technology to move the volatile liquids that combine to form the impulse-engine fuel used in modern spacecraft, things are worse. When the other machine is a food replicator that hasn’t worked since the burrito incident 1300 parsecs back, specially tuned to analyze the gastrointestinal systems of its operators to synthesize the most suitable possible food, things can become catastrophic.

Thankfully, until the fuel components are combined, they aren’t particularly volatile. Though the viscous, glowing, dense liquid that makes up the propellant’s base can hardly be considered digestible.


(just a doodle I did in Sai that I decided to throw glowy color on….! probably not canon. maybe.)

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Solar aeroplane sets new record - http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-31812935

Solar Impulse, the fuel-free aeroplane, has successfully completed the second leg of its historic attempt to fly around the world.

Project chairman, Bertrand Piccard, piloted the vehicle from Muscat in Oman to Ahmedabad in India, crossing the Arabian Sea in the process.

Tuesday’s journey took just over 15 hours.

The distance covered - 1,468km - set a new world record for a flight in a piloted solar-powered plane.

The vehicle has another 10 legs ahead of it over the course of the next five months.

Included in that itinerary will be demanding stretches when the craft has to fly over the Pacific and Atlantic oceans.

Piccard is sharing the flying duties with project partner and CEO, Andre Borschberg, who made Monday’s inaugural trip from Abu Dhabi to Muscat.

Solar Impulse arrived in Ahmedabad in darkness, its wings illuminated by LEDs, and its propellers driven by the energy stored in its batteries.

The plane had left Muscat at 06.35 (02:35 GMT) and put its wheels down at Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel International Airport at 23.25 local time (17:55 GMT).

Preparations are already under way for the next leg to Varanasi in northeast India, although mission planners say that will not be for another four days, at least.

The time will be spent carrying a campaigning message on the topic of clean technologies to the local Ahmedabad people, and the wider Indian population.

The Solar Impulse project has already set plenty of other world records for solar-powered flight, including making a high-profile transit of the US in 2013.

But the round-the-world venture is altogether more dramatic and daunting, and has required the construction of an even bigger plane than the prototype, Solar Impulse-1.

This new model has a wingspan of 72m, which is wider than a 747 jumbo jet. And yet, it weighs only 2.3 tonnes.

Its light weight will be critical to its success.

So, too, will the performance of the 17,000 solar cells that line the top of the wings, and the energy-dense lithium-ion batteries it will use to sustain night-time flying.

Operating through darkness will be particularly important when the men have to cross the Pacific and the Atlantic.

The slow speed of their prop-driven plane means these legs will take several days and nights of non-stop flying to complete.

Piccard and Borschberg - they take it in turns to fly solo - will have to stay alert for nearly all of the time they are airborne.

They will be permitted only catnaps of up to 20 mins - in the same way a single-handed, round-the-world yachtsman would catch small periods of sleep.

They will also have to endure the physical discomfort of being confined in a cockpit that measures just 3.8 cubic metres in volume - not a lot bigger than a public telephone box.

The Solar Impulse venture recalls other great circumnavigation feats in aviation - albeit fuelled ones.

In 1986, the Voyager aircraft became the first to fly around the world without stopping or refuelling.

Piloted by Dick Rutan and Jeana Yeager, the propeller-driven vehicle took nine days to complete its journey.

Then, in 2005, this time was beaten by the Virgin Atlantic GlobalFlyer, which was solo-piloted by Steve Fossett.

A jet-powered plane, GlobalFlyer completed its non-stop circumnavigation in just under three days.

Andre Borschberg is a trained engineer and former air-force pilot, he has built a career as an entrepreneur in internet technologies.

Bertrand Piccard is well known for his ballooning exploits. Along with Brian Jones, he completed the first non-stop, circumnavigation of the world in 1999, using the Breitling Orbiter 3 balloon. The Piccard name has become synonymous with pushing boundaries.

Bertrand’s father, Jacques Piccard, was the first to reach the deepest place in the ocean (a feat achieved with Don Walsh in the Trieste bathyscaphe in 1960). And his grandfather, Auguste Piccard, was the first person to take a balloon into the stratosphere, in 1931.

We are playing a friend’s tabletop campaign that he calls “Valentine’s Day Special” as he has more or less custom-made it for the players present. Throughout the campaign we warp from one place and time into another and every shift takes us in a time or place of some of our previous campaign. Eventually we end up in a fortress I know from my first ever tabletop campaign. During my past adventure, my and my party managed to trip a magical trap that caused part of the fortress to flood. One of the characters is a little… impulsive engineering warrior. 

GM: “You come across a shut door with a big painted sign that says: ‘DANGER! DO NOT OPEN!’”

Me: *OOC* “Is it locked?”

GM: “It’s locked.”

Me: “Can I peek through the keyhole?”

GM: “There is no keyhole, the door is completely solid.”

Me: “Oo-kay.” *in character* “Guys, I think we should just move on. I don’t feel like causing any extra trouble for us today." 

Warrior: *OOC* "I want to break the door.”

Me: “What?”

Warrior: “Break the door.”

GM: “Roll for strength.”

He does and succeeds. His character takes his axe to smash the door.

Me: *in character* “If this goes to hell, I swear…”

GM: “The door shatters and a water floods in, washing all of you down the stairs.”

Me: *in character* “DID YOU LEAVE YOU BRAINS IN THE GUTTER OR DO YOU JUST HATE ME?!”

Cue everyone laughing as my character cursed the flood that had brought her trouble now twice. 

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         It was supposed to be a routine mission — but when was anything ever routine in the Delta Quadrant? What had started as a simple trip in a shuttle to collect samples from a Class 17 nebula certainly hadn’t ended on such a light note, Kathryn Janeway thought to herself as thick white smoke billowed through the cabin of the small craft. Her head THROBBED as the woman sat, coughing hoarsely from smoke inhalation. Something had gone wrong, but she couldn’t remember any strange readings on sensors. No gravitation eddies, no incoming ion storms, and no hostile ships. So why was the shuttle in such bad shape —– and where was Lieutenant Paris? There was no sign of him on the shuttle, the seat beside her abandoned. 

There were lights flashing all over the console. The impulse engines were down, as were shields, but other main systems such as navigation and communications seemed to be intact. Environmental controls indicated some damage, the extent of which she wouldn’t know without running further diagnostics. Leaning forward with a groan, the ache at her temples intensifying with the movement, she scoured the console for sensor readings, trying to establish just what had caused the damage —- 

                                             —- only to find that the navigational sensors marked her present location another 50,000 light years closer to Earth. Strange. Some sort of sensor malfunction, most likely. At least the communications system was still functioning.

           ❝ Janeway to Voyager. ❞  No response. Her head was spinning, and she noticed a sharp pain in her chest —- probably a broken rib or two, an injury with which she was unfortunately familiar. She widened the frequency of the transmission to broadcast on all the standard Starfleet channels. 

        ❝ — This is Captain Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. My shuttle’s been damaged. If anyone can hear this, please respond. ❞

Solar-Powered Plane Passes Point of No Return on Pacific Crossing

Solar Impulse, the airplane powered solely by the sun, has traveled past the point when it could safely return to land during the longest leg to date of its round-the-world trip. The aircraft left Nagoya, Japan 22 hours ago on its five-day flight to Honolulu, Hawaii.

It is now traveling at around 28 mph more than 8,000 feet above the Pacific Ocean in the blackness of night, around 2 a.m. local time. Pilot Andre Borschberg has just settled down for the second 20-minute rest period of the 10 he will take today. The aircraft’s batteries, meanwhile, have about 50 percent charge left in them as they power the four electric motors and the vehicle flies to meet the sun again in the next few hours.

The plane has already traveled more than 900 miles of the 4,300-nautical-mile trip. If this leg goes as planned, Solar Impulse will next complete the rest of the Pacific crossing with a flight from Honolulu to Phoenix. See a live transmission from the cockpit below, or go to the Solar Impulse site to see the flow of real-time data from the aircraft.

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Remember that incredibly light, incredibly slow, solar-powered plane I profiled last week? They put out a 360-degree-view video so you can fly along with them.

cyber-leader-09  asked:

what did you think of the USS Prometheus from 'Message in a bottle'

Thanks for asking!

I like Prometheus quite a bit, with the exception of the little bitty nacelles that come out of the saucer on toothpick pylons when separated.  I’d rather have seen some Defiant-style embedded nacelles for the saucer.  Like, the saucer impulse engines should be the nacelles.

You?