I was talking to my (non-trek) friend about some of the older stuff and she was telling me how she could do so much better than some of the actors on the show and she proceeded to call photon torpedoes “space blasters” and I just
Nimoy later explained the core concept: “No dying, no fighting, no shooting, no photon torpedoes, no phaser blasts, no stereotypical bad guy.” His previous Star Trek film had all those things, and outer space, and aliens, and sets. Nimoy wanted to make a movie about Earth, right now, shot on location, with human people.
I don’t think there is any single moment in Star Trek history where Kirk and Spock look better — at once grander and more approachable, like statues of the Founding Fathers buying rounds at sports bar — than the moment when they walk along Marina Boulevard. Behind them: The bay, the Bridge, the fog.
Kirk’s still wearing his magenta-maroon disco suit, looking like the communist dictator of Studio 54; Spock’s wearing a karate bathrobe. You can giggle at the buried joke of the movie — they fit right into pre-digital San Francisco — but you can also appreciate how the movie makes them seem so much bigger by bringing them down to Earth.
I think more people would like Enterprise if not for the little changes B&B did to try to reinvent Trek as their own: tactical alert, phase canons, photonic torpedoes, omitting Lt.Commander rank, obnoxious Vulcans, hull plating, et cetera. It felt like they just wanted to put a facade of their own on top of Trek. I think that hurt it a lot.
are you a 23rd century trekkie or a 24th? PADD or communicator? bridge personnel or non-bridge personnel? earl grey or black coffee? baseball or waterpolo? duty uniform or formal uniform? gold, blue, or red? phasers or photon torpedoes? sleeve stripes or collar pips?
Remember when McCoy tried to flirt with Carol Marcus and failed miserably, followed by them nearly getting blown up? I think about this a lot. Bones pls.
I am sorry I have had a lot of coffee today
McCoy: You know, when I dreamt about being stuck on a deserted planet with a gorgeous woman, there was no torpedo! Translation: Dammit Jim this isn’t romantic. You are an awful wingman.
Kirk: Dr. McCoy, may I remind you, you are not there to flirt. Translation: FFS Bones. This is not the time.
McCoy: So how can these legendary hands help you, Dr. Marcus? Translation:This is exactly the time. She asked for my hands, Jim. She asked for MY hands.
Kirk: Bones… Translation:What—what did I just say?
Carol: To understand how powerful these weapons are, we need to open the warhead. To do that, we need to access the fuel compartment. Unfortunately for us, the warheads on these weapons are live. Translation:[Is a professional and doesn’t even acknowledge/notice these attempts because there is a photon torpedo.]
McCoy:Sweetheart, I once performed an emergency C-section on a pregnant Gorn. Octuplets. And let me tell you, those little bastards bite. I think I can work some magic on your missile. Translation:Big reptile alien. Photon torpedo. Eh, basically the same thing. So, where were we? Right, me being Doctor Smooth.
Kirk and Sulu: [Look at each other while Kirk just shakes his head] Translation:McCoy this is why you are single.
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.
Author’s Note: So I had a cool case at work. And this is the result. To be clear, currently, it is not within the scope of practice of a nurse to operate. In any situation.
Imagine Leonard McCoy rescuing you from your crippled Starbase…
“I don’t rightly care, Jim!” You overhead the tall, dark-haired doctor holler across the room. “This is damn barbaric, and there is no excuse!”
Your hackles rose. The med-centre on your starbase had been operating without a doctor for months after the Klingon raid had killed half the crew, including the CMO. You and your team of nurses and techs were barely holding the place together, but it could be so much worse.
“Excuse me, exactly who the hell do you think you are?” You rose to the bait, and when he whirled around to glare at you, almost immediately regretted it. You stormed over to him, and placed your hands on your hips, setting your jaw to prevent yourself from saying anything else.
“Leonard McCoy. CMO of the Enterprise. Who are you, darlin’?” You saw his eyes flick to the rank on your cuff and drew a breath in, standing a little straighter. When the previous CMO had been killed in the raid, his assistant had taken over. When the assistant was subsequently killed and left no more doctors on the starbase, as the senior nurse, you’d been put in charge on a technicality.
“Y/N Y/L/N, Acting CMO of this Starbase,” you replied, meeting his imperious glare with your own. You narrowed your eyes, daring him to challenge you without saying a single word.
“You?” He scoffed.
“What is the issue, Doctor McCoy?” You asked. “I mean, don’t hold back. Please, list every single thing I’ve done wrong, chapter and verse. I’ll look forward to my dishonourable discharge. Since it will mean putting some real land under my feet.”
Farah is the captain, of course. She bears strength under pressure but is secretly full of self-doubt and takes it personally when one of her crew is killed. She takes Starfleet’s missions seriously, but will always forego the mission to do the right thing. She loves her crew and her ship, the USS Lydia, more than anything else and would do whatever’s necessary to protect her.
Dirk is the Chief Science Officer. He seems to know jack about science, but he has a way of connecting the dots and solving certain conundrums they encounter. “Wait, the beings are not speaking to us because the air here is composed of helium, making their voices a much higher pitch! They actually are talking, we just can’t hear them!” “You got all that just by looking at a slice of toast?” “Todd, please. This is a sacred relic!”
“Do you think you could so a Star Trek cook off (Jim x Reader)? Where
the crew is split into teams and have to bake something elaborate and the
judging chef is like Gordon Ramsy and he insults the crew. Jim sucks at cooking
and so does Bones and Ramsy targets them but they brush it off. Then the reader
starts getting picked on Jim goes into overprotective mode and Jim doesn’t know
why he’s acting like that… and fluff…”
AUTHORS NOTE: This is
a part of my “Bored on the Enterprise Series.” You can read more of the series
Can we talk for a minute about how, if James T. Kirk beat the Kobayashi Maru, Scotty at least stalemated it? I just learned today that Scotty’s family forced him to attend command school after graduating from Starfleet Academy because they thought having a captain in the family would be prestigious or something. But Scotty didn’t want to attend command school. He wanted to go to engineering branch school. So what does the beautiful bastard do? I’LL TELL YOU.
In order to pass command school, you have to take the Kobayashi Maru. Scotty got far enough into the command school program to have to sit the exam. And he stalemated it by forcing the computer to react to a simulation of the Perara Field Theory which postulated that firing photon torpedoes at the interlocking points between the shields of a row of Klingon warbirds would disrupt the shields enough to leave the ships open to attack. Theoretically, it was sound. But realistically, it wouldn’t work. And SCOTTY KNEW THIS. How did he know this, you ask? Because he disproved the damn theory at the age of fifteen when he built seven field generators from scratch and demonstrated that firing photon torpedoes at the interlocking shields wouldn’t do shit.
So they basically kicked him out of command school for being a giant smartass. And then they immediately drafted him into engineering branch school instead. And this is kind of why I <3 him so much.
Now, no this isn’t technically canon because it’s a story revealed in the TOS novel Kobayashi Maru but it’s a character history that Simon Pegg adopted in his headcanon biography for the character he plays. And if he continues to contribute to the screenplays of future films, it might become official canon.