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So I think this is my first time writing real fanfic? I don’t know but it’s a post-Rogue One everyone lives AU where Bodhi settles into base life on Yavin and ends up adopting one of the Jedhan refugee children–because happy single dad Bodhi– also the rest of the crew shows up to help too–

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The Princess - Star Trek

“For your requests. I for some reason really like the secret wife trope. So how about secret wife with Kirk and only bones knows. But somehow the rest of the crew finds out. Hopefully that’s not to vague.”

The Enterprise was running through one last checklist before they could depart one of Starfleet’s resupply bases. Everything was routine, some things from the vault were offloaded, some non-replicated supplies were loaded, and the munitions were restocked. Everyone on the bridge was sitting patiently, waiting for the go ahead to depart, when Uhura sat up and held a hand to her ear piece. She mumbled a few things in response to whatever message she had received and turned slowly to face the captain’s chair, confusion very evident on her face.

“Uh Captain there is a small shuttle craft requesting permission to dock in the shuttle bay.” She said

“Ok…Who is it.” Captain Kirk asked slowly, unsure why you had such a weird tone.

“She says…” Uhura paused. “She says she is your wife?”

Kirks eyes went wide and his face froze.

Dr. McCoy, who had been standing next to him let out a low whist.

“Holy. Shit.” Bones chuckled to himself.

“The captain is not married… IS he?” Chekov whispered across the console to Sula who responded with a shrug.

Kirk stood abruptly, shaking himself back to reality.

“Permission granted.” He stated without emotion. “Bones, if you would please accompany me.”

“Oh I wouldn’t miss this for the whole galaxy.” The southern doctor said, a grin spreading across his face.

When they were both in the turbolift Bones turned to Kirk.

“Bet you never thought this would come back to bite you in the ass did ya?” He said, words laced with pure humorous joy.

“God. She was supposed to stay on that planet. We were never supposed to even see each other again!” the Captain groaned.

“I believe this is why they tell you not to sleep with alien princesses on strange planets before checking their law books.” The Doctor said, stepping off the lift.

“They don’t tell you that.” The captain mumbled.

“They should” They rounded the corner to the shuttle bay entrance where you were being helped out of the shuttle by a random redshirt.

“Son of bitch. She’s still gorgeous.” Kirk breathed.

“It’s only been a year, you were expecting her to change?” The Doctor chuckled.

Kirk ignored him and walked up to you.

“Y/N, don’t get me wrong, I am glad to see you…but why are you here?” He asked.

“Straight to the point hmmm James? I see you haven’t changed a bit” you said grinning.

“I thought we…I thought you wanted us to go our separate ways.” Kirk looked at you questioningly.

“Maybe we still will. But I thought I would let you meet her and then we could discuss what to do now…” You said.

“Meet who?”

You gestured to a woman behind you who stepped out of the shuttle craft carrying a bundle of blankets.

“Your daughter.” You said grinning.

Back across the room Bones saw Kirk go white as a sheet.

“What is the situation Doctor?” Spock asked as he and Uhura stepped into the bay.

“You remember last year when we stopped at that planet with all the waterfalls? Well Captain-Ladies-Man over there managed to sweet talk his way into that woman’s bed. They got caught and he found out she was a princess and apparently that planet doesn’t take too kindly to random men sleeping with one of their royals. By law both she and he would have been executed…unless they got married.” Bones explained.

“No.” Uhura said, a hand flying to her mouth.

“And it appears we have a Kirk-ling to deal with now.” The doctor motioned across the room where Kirk was being handled the bundle. The terrified, pale expression of fear was slowly giving way to pure adoration.

Uhura’s other hand flew to her mouth as she tried to conceal a squeal of delight.

“Fascinating.” Spock said bluntly.

The Orville is a promising star trek the next generation meets galaxy quest tv show in terms of humor, aesthetic, and well thought out. The first scene, however, was understandably terrible. This conflict between Mercer and Grayson is resolved by the end of the episode. The first episode does not have stupid humor, stupid plot, and is not a dumpster fire. You can picture this happening literally in the  Star Trek verse with the admiral being Admiral Kirk. Grayson being the daughter of Spock and a surrogate woman.  Set in stardate 2219 rather than stardate 2419.

Mercer’s crew, in terms of comparison, is a lot like different version of the TOS bridge crew which is made pointently obvious in the introduction but still they are unique characters who fill into their character mold like a glove. They look different, may act different: they are the new updated versions of various characters from star trek continuity as different alien species. This take at that was not bad. The entire episode for someone used to watching episodes on hulu, netflix,  and CBS All Access feels short with the commercials and the requirement to skip while watching the tv show air.  Grayson redeems herself in the end through means that will likely never be known by Mercer at all.  It is a entertaining, well thought out episode. The critics were wrong. The beginning is forgiven as it is attempting to convey drama for the show. Shenzhou (Or shinnouh?) is referenced. At the time the show was written, it was likely a coincidence that it was the Shenzhou.

The Krill are like copies of Krall turned a different shade of blue.

The promo for the entire show indicates this will be a unique ride.

And it looks promising.

Looking at the main screen while in warp can certainly remind the viewer of the impending star trek installment and get them excited for that too. The aesthetic appears to be well done from red alert, shuttle craft, the holodeck, the damage done to the starship, and the background science fiction technology such as the visor seen notably in the banana scene. It is a unique tv show that offers hope and humor for the future. The theme tune for the show is heard throughout the show at key points most notably when focusing attention to the USS Orville. It has a nostalgic feel to it with similarities to fifty years worth of star trek content regarding the starships, the starbase one hanging around Earth’s orbit, and the perspective down on Earth shows a promising future with flying vehicles. Seth Macfarlane brought in a star trek parody that highlights most of what is loved about it: hope that things will get better. And we are not alone in space. The Orville and Discovery airing in the same year will be a back to back gift.

It is part of Star Trek culture to be labeled as ’not a star trek’.

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[So glad DS9 & Voyager solved the many problems of the shuttle craft. Most shuttles have no obvious toilet, beds, replicators, showers, or even potential places to hide such things! The runabout & delta flyer finally at least provides potential places to tuck such places away. How regular shuttles are to be taken seriously for flights more than an hour or two is ridiculous. ]
The Fall

This is a rewrite of the TNG episodes ‘Descent Part I & II’ because @lilstinky and I found the episodes wanting. 

This is a joint effort between Scott and I. Scott has drawn some gorgeous art for the rewrite as well, linked here: (x) (X)  

Data must fight his own desire to be human and his morality in order to stop his brother Lore from doing the unthinkable.

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Chulu as shuttle craft officers in a lost shuttle craft
  • Sulu: Hello, passengers, this is your pilot speaking. I believe we have gotten lost. And I have no idea where we are. Hold on and remain calm. Sulu out.
  • Chekov: *baffled* Hikaru, vhy did you do that? *screaming and panicking is heard in the background within the shuttle*
  • Sulu: People have the right to know.
  • Chekov: I don't think people vant to know that.
  • Sulu: *shrug* Just a couple thousand miles away from the nearest starbase. We can get back into federation space within a day.
  • Chekov: That's the difference. A day to a few hours. The passengers are going to lose their minds!
  • Sulu: That's an exaggeration.
  • Chekov: Ve are in unknown, deep space.
  • Sulu: I'm the best pilot in the galaxy and the only thing they'll lose their minds over is my abs or meeting an admiral. Every man and woman will be kissing my boots when we get to their destination.
  • Chekov: Vhy did I agree to pilot vith you?
  • Sulu: Because you can't stand not to be with me.

so i got inspired by THIS drawing from @toastybumblebee and decided to make a story of it

NOTES: i do not own star trek or any of its characters, i love feedback so i can improve my story’s. i also take requests

It was an early morning in San Francisco, the city was starting to wake up. The sun began to shine over the city, although there was already one man wide awake. James T Kirk was lying in bed reading a book. He was waiting, waiting for his bondmate to come home. Spock had been on Vulcan for the past two weeks to negotiate about a distribution deal between Vulcan and Risa. While Spock had been gone, Jim had missed him greatly. Ever since his katra had been restored the two of them had become inseparable ‘till this negotiation. He could not wait for Spock to come home, this was also the reason he hadn’t slept this night. He didn’t eat last night as well, he was nervous. Nervous that something would happen to the shuttle craft that would bring him home. He never wanted to be parted from spock in such a way ever again.

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Going Blind AU

Fic Idea, Keith and Shiro are on a diplomatic mission to a densely populated planet.  They arrive by shuttle craft because the city they are in is too tightly packed to let even the Red Lion land in the streets.  Politics on the planet are tenuous. There is real and open debate in the planets government and populace on if they should become allies of Voltron or if they should throw their hats in with the Galra.  Things are going mostly fine, Shiro is making good progress on getting the planetary leadership to see that the Empire can be stood against, and that siding with Voltron is the best thing for their people in the longterm.

Then things go very very bad. While Shiro and Keith are attending a diplomatic party with most of the heads of state in attendance, the pro-Empire faction stages a coup. They set off a canister in the main room of the function that is lethal to local alien’s biology, killing most in attendance. Through a stroke of luck, Human biology isn’t much effected by the gas. There is a lot of choking, coughing, and eyes stinging like crazy, but Shiro is relatively unharmed once he and Keith get out of the room. Keith isn’t so lucky. His eyes have always been one of his least human features, and whatever the chemical was, it has had a nasty reaction. His vision begins to rapidly deteriorate.

Shiro and Keith are stuck on a suddenly hostile planet, they can’t call their lions in without risking structural damage to the tightly packed buildings and innocent civilian causalities, and Keith is rapidly losing his ability to see.

For the first few years I was watching Gundam (and then various other mecha), I was always kinda like, okay, whatever at the talk of mecha heights and weights. A lot of that was tied into the proportions of the specific toys, from what I could tell. Like when one of the Gundam series reduced the mecha heights because the toy height proportions had changed, and explained it in-series as the result of a lack of raw materials, thanks to warfare. 

Boy, now I long for those days. 

Take the castle, which is frequently represented as being much smaller than a Galra battlecruiser, and somewhat smaller, even, than Lotor’s warship. If the castle has a hangar big enough to store any rebel shuttles + Lotor’s comet-ship + the Marmora shuttle – each of which are as large as a lion (maybe as big as Black) then the castle would need to either be 100% hangar in its lower levels OR a lot bigger. Like, the sizes don’t work. 

Honestly, I thought reference schematics – so the animators know what’s in proportion to anything else – were considered standard requirement. Not to mention releasing those schematics are a common additional marketing element in a lot of the series I’ve seen. I don’t do gunpla (no patience for it) but I sure as hell love architectural and engineering diagrams, and I know I’m not alone in that. 

Hell, the rebel shuttles internally are nearly identical to the Garrison shuttle simulators. But those craft would need to be a lot bigger if they’re able to carry Red, let alone Blue. They’d certainly need to dwarf the little sentry jets, like Black does. Yet in the big S4 battle, the shuttles look barely bigger than the sentries. Did the rebels switch out for smaller, more maneuverable, fighter shuttles? 

(I mean, sure, the mecha heights change, but at least the series made a point, in the story, of explaining the variation.)

Now I’m imagining a scene where Rolo and Nyma try to steal Blue but can’t ‘cause she doesn’t fit. 

The Stowaway (Closed Starter for khanfanrp)

Cat leaned against the wall of the narrow alley. She’d lost her sunglasses, and now, with her yellow-green feline eyes making her mutation obvious, she just couldn’t afford to be seen. The streets were still too crowded. Most people wouldn’t notice if she kept her eyes downcast, but a few would. A few always did, and out of the few, at least one would be willing to start something, and…it wasn’t that she couldn’t defend herself. She could defend herself exceedingly well. But that would only make it worse. Someone would get an image or a vid of it, and there would be another “dangerous mutation.”

No one knew why the mutations had started, people born different, with strange powers. They were a young colony planet, barely getting on their feet. Was it something in the atmosphere, the water, the soil? Scientists were searching, but it didn’t much matter to her. What mattered was that she was one of them, and people didn’t much like mutations. So she would wait until just before dusk, when the streets were clear. After dark was even more dangerous. Her eyes glowed green in the moonlight like an Earth cat’s.

It was while she was waiting that she caught the scent. She couldn’t place it. Human, male, lavender soap, calm demeanor. But something underneath it. Different. She could sometimes scent other mutations, but then it was usually obvious, someone with fur or something like that. This…she didn’t know what it was.

She leaned out from where she was hiding and watched the man pass. He looked ordinary, a bit tall, dark brown hair. Perhaps he walked a bit quicker, more purposeful that the rest of the people strolling down the way. But that was it. Different. She slipped out of the alley and followed, keeping behind, moving almost silently. It was something she was good at. She could track him mostly by smell without getting close enough to be noticed. He was heading for the docks. That was interesting. Was he from off-world?

It was harder to stay hidden inside the docking bay, but she kept to the shadows, behind the shuttles and smaller craft that lay waiting there. The man was headed for a medium-sized ship, just small enough to be docked planet-side. Was he leaving? Who was he? What was it about him that was just that tiny bit of different, but impossible to place.

She watched him open the airlock and step through, and waited until the last second to sneak through, moving faster than an ordinary human could, hopefully giving herself enough time that he wouldn’t notice her behind him. As soon she was through she hid behind a bulkhead.

She didn’t know who he was, or where he was going, but she couldn’t imagine it wasn’t better than here.


Southern Comfort

The day had gone just about as unpredictably as ever. The landing party had beamed down to an unknown planet tasked with reconnaissance, which failed spectacularly. Apparently the natives weren’t in the mood for making friends, which the crew had desperately attempted to do once their cover had been blown thanks to an ion storm. Several of them had just barely made it back aboard the Enterprise alive, while the rest had managed to escape with a few broken bones and moderate lacerations. Ah, yes. Just another day in the Fleet. Leonard certainly had his work cut out for him. Fortunately, no lives had been lost. At least, not yet. Leonard was slumped in his desk chair sleeping with his eyes open when Chapel approached and roused him out of his stupor. Bloodshot eyes took longer than usual to focus on her, but he got the gist of what she was saying. The critical patients were stable and holding. Time to call it a night. Leonard didn’t need to be told twice.

He trudged down to his quarters, expecting to see his bondmate meditating. To Leonard’s surprise, he was instead greeted by the sight of Spock curled on his side atop the bed, fast asleep. It was quite unusual for Spock to fall asleep before he did. Must have been a rough day for everyone. Leonard quietly stripped down to his boxers and carefully eased into his side of the bed. He surveyed his lovers face, marveling at the stark contrast between Spock’s sleeping expression and his usual stone faced one. Spock’s face was slack with relaxation, the most relaxed Leonard had ever seen him. His breaths were coming out shallow and even. Occasionally Spock would even sigh softly. Leonard was just about to put a stop to this weird voyeur moment he was having when he noticed Spock’s eyelids. There was movement underneath. He was dreaming. Leonard felt his eyebrows shoot up his forehead in surprise. He always figured Vulcan brains were too logical to waste any time on something as trivial as dreaming.

Either he was staring too hard or Spock had picked up on Leonard’s racing thoughts because, to his horror, the Vulcan cracked his eyes open and looked straight at his lover. Leonard was mortified that he’d been caught. His embarrassment quickly subsided as he felt Spock push gentle waves of amusement and adoration through the bond. Leonard grinned impishly. “Hey there darlin’.” Predictably, Spock raised a brow at the term of endearment. “Leonard,” he replied levelly. “Didn’t know Vulcans could dream,” Leonard commented casually. The tips of Spock’s ears took on a deep green tint but otherwise he didn’t react. “Aren’t you going to tell me what you were dreaming about?” Leonard prompted after a prolonged silence. Spock hesitated for a moment, but lifted a hand to Leonard’s face. Long elegant fingers hovered over his meldpoints, stroking gently over the skin there. “Perhaps I can show you instead.” At Leonard’s short nod, Spock transferred the images in his mind into Leonard’s.

What he saw was so far from his expectations. Leonard was sure he was going to be shown the red hot sands of Vulcan, but instead he was transported to his own backyard. The back porch of his family home in Georgia was unmistakable. Leonard saw himself sitting on the worn steps beside Spock, a mint julep in hand. They were both out of uniform. Leonard in a pair of jeans and a well loved T-shirt and Spock in something similar to his meditation robe. Spock had his palms cupped around a steaming mug of tea, looking serene as ever. They sat in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company as they watched the sun dip below the horizon and stain the sky with brilliant colors. The moon was beginning to show itself and fireflies flitted around the unmowed grass of the back lawn. As they reveled in simple southern comforts, Spock lifted two fingers to Leonard, who pressed his own against the sensitive pads in a Vulcan kiss.

After a few seconds the dream began to fade away and Leonard felt Spock pull away from his mind. “You want to go to Georgia?” He asked after a moment of silence. They’d never gone together and Leonard surmised that Spock must have taken a peek at his memories of the old place after they first bonded. “I’ll take you to Georgia. We could steal a shuttle craft and go right now.” Spock graced him with a small smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He set a hand on Leonard’s chest, guiding him down into the mattress. “Goodnight, Leonard.” Spock closed his eyes and waited for the soft sounds of Leonard’s breathing before he slipped back into sleep.