In the “humans are weird” “earth is space Australia” and “humanity fuck yea” posts I haven’t (yet) seen any reworks of the old themes. So of course humans would have trouble with alien tech. Adults being snippity adults can you imagine how some future version of a millennial basher would be?
Human adult: “Gar-friggin’-fuc- hey, hey you! Yea, you, kid. Come make this thing work!”
The adult hands some 8 or 9 year old kid who was busy leaving a breadcrumb trail for Sgt. Stabby to follow a piece of tech.
Alien science officer: “Human Frank, that is a finely tuned light-spectrum translation device! The podling will break it!”
Human Frank “Ah, damn kid already figured out how to work it!” And chases after the kid who is writing light messages in an alien language on the floor of the corridor for Sgt. Stabby to dance on as it cleans them off.
Alien Science Officer: “12 standard cycles. I have 12 standard cycles of training to use this device…” And just wandering off for alien whisky and to commiserate with other members of the crew.
Summary: Lance thinks he can get away with flirting with Keith if it’s in Spanish. Lance thinks if he says the words angrily enough no one will catch on to the ruse. Lance thinks his secret crush is safe. Lance, my friends, is very…very wrong.
It started like most things do: for profit. A scientific experiment, run by a corporation, with little oversight and little ethical attention. A pack of ambitious men and women in a room, a voided lightless room, pounding out science like a hammer against a nail. Effortless, forthcoming, senseless, progressive. It was unfathomable what they accomplished, what they were able to do with three years time and an unlimited bankroll. It was unlimited power to create and destroy.
How does it really work?
Our brain speaks a language, just like English or French or Mandarin. They called it Neuronic, after the cells that make up our brain. The key to understanding the language was being able to get a composite picture of the entire neural network, but that required being able to track each neuron’s position and path in real time. And finally we were able to do that.
Yes, nanomaterials, to be more precise. They called it a rider, because it would attach onto any unoccupied neuron and ride it virtually forever, all the while pinging information back outside the body. It was incredible science.
All that remained was to figure out the cipher–which neurons corresponded with which functions–and then Pandora’s box would be opened up completely. They accomplished this in just a few months of testing. Of course, each person is different, and their neurons corresponded differently, but when you zoom out wider and farther, our brains all speak the same language, with just slightly different dialects.
So that was it? The era of thoughtlessness was over?
No, far from it. The technology worked, but it couldn’t be applied to anyone–only those who had injected the riders inside of them, either with or without their consent.
Then we were injected?
No, hold on, I’m getting there.
It’s okay, I know you can’t help yourself. They knew that this wouldn’t go anywhere unless they could market it as actually having a use. That is, they knew people wouldn’t buy a library card if there were no open books. They needed a way to open most or all of the books.
How’d they do it?
That’s the thing: no one knows. Most think they made the riders replicating and self-sufficient–able to float through the air and enter new hosts. Others think they simply poured enough into the major water streams and let time do its work. You could hold all the riders in all the Earth in the palm of your hand and not even see them. That’s how infinitesimally small these things are. All they needed to do was make them able to find new bodies.
Wasn’t this illegal?
What, infecting the entire world with nanomaterials that would
betray your thoughts and feelings? I’m sure it was, but what can you
do? Take the corporations to court while all the lawyers’ and judges’
and juries’ worst thoughts were portrayed to everyone who had access to
them, everyone who had bought their way into the elite, purchased a
It was chaos at first. The rider
translators were prohibitively expensive, on purpose, and only the most
affluent few in the world could afford the privilege of looking into the
heads of others. Almost every politician was thrown out of office,
almost every celebrity or public person was cast in a horrible light
over something they had mindlessly thought when someone was in range
with a translator. You know, the wealthy used to hire these people to follow
other people around. The new age thought paparazzi, the nightmares of
everyone who was worth exposing.
Couldn’t they block it? Block the riders, or get rid of them?
riders, no, those are impenetrable. But people tried everything:
diets, surgeries, horrible devices and treatments, but nothing worked at
all. The only option was to try to block the translators, either by
getting out of range or attempting to mix up the signal. These were….
moderately successful at first, but the corporations kept churning out
better and better translators, larger ranges and stronger pathways.
Eventually, there was only one sure way to get some instance of peace.
Getting rid of the translators?
unfortunately. People started figuring out that they needed to destroy
the translator devices themselves. Keep in mind, these were fed up
people whose lives were all but destroyed. The tragedy was that the
corporations had started permanently planting these in people’s ears.
It was a gruesome and bloody year. Neighbors and friends turned on each
other, even when they weren’t sure if they had them or not. The
destruction of many of the devices and the danger that came with wearing
one prompted the corporations to keep lowering the price, until
eventually almost all but the poorest people had them. Now everyone
could be betrayed and everyone could betray.
So that’s why we live in a state of equality now? When everyone can know everything about everyone, doesn’t that mean a level playing field?
No, doesn’t it just expose everything? Am I equal because I have equal information, or am I just more informed of my own inequality? Hey, it’s 7:00 here in the states.
What time is it over there for you, again?
Time for bed then, isn’t it?
Ah, Dad, tell me more…
I’ll think with you more tomorrow. Be good for your mom.
that, as a slave, Yondu never learned how to read and write. After Stakar got
him free, he learned some things, the absolute basics and the most commonly used
runes of that part of the universe he lives in, but Yondu was too proud to let
Stakar’s team see him struggle over something so little, and too impatient to
be taught, so he never deepened his knowledge. He struggles with reading, has
to read slow and with squinted eyes, letters tumbling around in his head, and
writing… well, he can, but he does so horribly, without any rules of grammar or
spelling. He simply settles for asking people questions (either nicely or with
the help of his arrow) to get information that he needs. He has a translator for
spoken words, after all – it’s easier than learning to read those silly runes
where there is no device translating them for you.
Kraglin and Horuz join his Ravager clan, he simply leaves the whole reading and
writing thing to them. Especially Kraglin never asks why, would never think of
The funny thing?
It’s Peter who, indirectly and without knowing, helps Yondu get better at both
reading and writing.
The boy is
Terran – he has no idea how to read and write the alien runes he encounters
after he has been abducted. But he is curious, determined and young and smart
enough to learn a lot of things, if he finds the patience to do it. And after
he finds out that Kraglin doesn’t always have time for him to read him
everything, and Yondu is strangely aggravated whenever Peter asks for help with
reading, Peter decidces that he needs to learn it himself.
whining, yammering and being the most annoying little pest he can be, mixed
with good arguments (“How am I supposed
to be useful to you guys if you not even teach me?”), but finally, he
manages to convince them that they teach him. Kraglin teaches him the basics,
knowing that the others would not have the patience to teach those to a child
like Peter, who barely can sit still as it is. After that is done, Horuz takes
over the finer details, teaching Peter how to do correct grammar, write whole
sentence, and how to write formal and informal.
learns quick – despite everybody always telling him that he never learns, he
has a good head on his shoulders and is quick on the uptake. He is more than
proud of his success, in fact, he may or may not be gloating a bit.
So much, in
fact, that he has to show Yondu his success. The Captain always insists that
Peter’s head is filled with air, so Peter will prove him wrong.
So the boy
carries the few easy books the Ravagers picked up for him to Yondu, who is
currently placing a new trinket on his control console, and plops down in front
of the Centaurian. “Yondu, look what I learned today!”
time for ya, boy.”
ignores the grumbled answer – Yondu isn’t even doing something important, just
glancing out the window every now and then, or looking over to that one
communication device that has never shown any sign of life since Peter’s been
here. It looks bigger and flashier than the other direct and private comms,
decorated with the Ravager’s flames. Yondu has never once touched it, and never
has someone called from the other side.
Yondu is waiting for a call.
not going to happen, Peter knows, he starts explaining, draping his book all
over Yondu’s lap, making the Centaurian grunt in surprise. “See, today Horuz
explained to me how to read Xandarian runes…”
did I just tell ya…!”
see, I had this big problem with this rune here, but once I figured out that it
can have two different meanings, it’s super easy! You just have to read the
rest of the sentence to see which makes more sense, and…”
babbles onwards, pointing and explaining at highspeed, and he’s so captured by
all the new things he has to show, he doesn’t even notice that Yondu has neither
kicked him off nor threatened him any further. In fact, had Peter paid
attention to his surroundings, he would probably have noticed that Yondu’s
interest had long since been captured, red eyes following Peter’s finger
dancing over the runes intently, Yondu taking in what the boy gives him.
“… so, it’s
not even that difficult, once you get the hang of it!” Peter finishes, beaming
up at Yondu… who looks weirdly calm, the
boy realizes only now.
Kraglin’s loud voice saves Yondu from any explanation he has to give, his first
mate appearing behind his seat. “I told ye you’re supposed to help with dinner in exchange
for the readin’ lessons!”
cook will try to make me for dinner!”
I told ye we won’t let him. Scram, boy, Capt’n got stuff to do.”
behind as Kraglin drags the boy off (“Sorry ‘bout that, Capt’n.”) just sits
there with the books Peter has forgotten on his lap.
lifts one of them up, squinting at the letters Peter had just explained to him.
didn’t sound that difficult…
“You just have to get the hang of it.”
Stakar had told him, once, a long time ago, when Yondu had thrown his books
away out of frustration.
wanders over to the silent comm – the one and only direct comm to Stakar and
his team. He hasn’t used it since… their fallout, and Stakar hasn’t called him,
either. Of course not.
twitches towards it, as if he wants to use it… but he doesn’t. Won’t ever do
evening, when Peter leaves his reading lessons (and hooray, he had survived the
cook the night before!), he runs into a pair of legs at full-speed.
he gets for that is unmistakable, as is the glint of red somewhere over his
head. Luckily, the arrow is gleaming, but not out of its holster yet.
back that he doesn’t have to breathe in leather and plasma, Peter waves up. “Uh,
grin is gold and copper and pointy, but Peter has long since learned when he
has to fear that smile. Right now, he doesn’t have to. “How ya doin’ with that
want to know?!”
make sure that ya don’t mess up, eh?”
surprised (delighted) expression falls, and he pouts. “I’m not messing up.”
me what’cha got, then.”
when Kraglin walks in and finds both Peter and Yondu sitting on the ground next
to Yondu’s collection of trinkets, Peter having strewn out the books in front
of him and eagerly explaining what he has learned today, Kraglin doesn’t dare
the way Yondu actually listens, nodding
from time to time when Peter can’t see, together with the fact that Kraglin
never has seen the Captain read up until now, tells the first mate to shut his
mouth about this.
very quietly leaves the room, closing the door behind himself.
Mostly reboot but there are some original Star Trek fics in here. If there are any mistakes please send me a message. The new stories start at 31 for ABOUT TARSUS IV, 25 for MENTIONS/REFERENCES TO TARSUS IV, 6 for CHRISTOPHER PIKE & JIM KIRK, and 4 for HOSHI SATO & JIM KIRK. There are also two new lists (Tarsus IV at the Academy & Spock on Tarsus.) I also found a fic where Uhura was on Tarsus IV. Hope you enjoy.
Update: Tumblr has a limit on links per post and I surpassed the limit with this post.
ABOUT TARSUS IV.
The Kids Are (Not) Alright by notfreyja, Straight_Outta_Hobbiton on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: When Jimmy goes to a new colony on Tarsus IV, every thing was supposed to be fine. Good, even. He was supposed to have other kids to play with, become more socialized. Maybe even learn how to live off of a Starship.No one was prepared for the reality.
Falsified History by SadieYuki on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: According to John Harrison’s bio, he was one of the colonists on Tarsus IV and became one of the Tarsus Nine. Jim knows this isn’t true.
Starfleet academy finds out Jim Kirk was on Tarsus IV by CharactersSecretsExposed on fanfiction.net. Rated K+. Summary: Kirk and the other cadets go into the forest as an assignment to reproduce the events of Tarsus IV and test their survival ability. Afterwards, Kirk’s class continue studying Tarsus IV and a survivor is invited to talk to the students. Kirk’s past is revealed and he returns to the academy after a brief hiatus. New evidence arises that suggests Kodos is still alive and Earthside.
Recognition by JadeMac2442 on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: Post Tarsus IV, Riley get assigned to the Enterprise. He hasn’t forgotten the color of those eyes. A Conscience of the King Prequel.
Arena by whatshouldntbeon livejournal. Rated R. Summary: During the last six months of her first year into her captaincy, Jim Kirk is forced to revist her dark past when a rumor surfaces around the ship concerning the suspected whereabouts of Governor Kodos. (This is part three of the What Shouldn’t Be series. The previous two parts mentioned Tarsus IV but this part is about Tarsus IV.)
The Line Between Giving Up and Giving In by rayrae118 on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. It was an old nightmare, suppressed for years; because what good did it do to dwell on the past? It wouldn’t change anything. Until one day, it wasn’t the past anymore. The nightmare had come back to life, the monster had come out of the closet, and he’ll need his friends, now, more than ever before. Tarsus warnings apply.
A face from long ago by silver-thyla on tumblr. General.
Five Vulcans Jim Met, One He Kept by surrenderdammit on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. (Link takes you to chapter two where Jim is on Tarsus with T'Pring.)
Haven by JadeMac2442 on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: AU. Christopher Pike is on the crew of the ship that relieves Tarsus IV. He finds a young orphan Jim Kirk in a cell, and decides to adopt him. Very dark at first. READ the WARNINGS.
The World May Never Know by SadieYuki on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: How many lies does it take to get to the center of a Jim Kirk? Or, five times Jim Kirk hid the truth from Leonard McCoy, and one time he finally opened up.
one acquainted with the night by contrarian on archiveofourown. Rated General Audiences. Summary: Shutting the door carefully, she listened to the dull sounds of dry heaving from the small en suite. A toilet flush. Silence.Gaila wasn’t about to intrude on his privacy. She hated to be vulnerable herself, and she always got the sense that she and Kirk were kindred spirits, in their own way. It would feel worse to leave him to sickness or misery, though, so she padded over to the closed bathroom door.“It’s just me, Gaila. Are you okay?“
You Don’t Have To (Say Yes) by luminousbeings on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: The abridged sexual history of James Tiberius Kirk.Or, Jim’s varyingly unhealthy idea of what sex is supposed to be (a it-gets-worse-before-it-gets-better story) (Warning: This fic is beautiful dark.)
Words of Revolution by infiniteworld8 on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Kirk’s worst memory. A class assignment of ethics and morality dredges up memories from years ago, that he’s done his best to forget. The horror of Tarsus IV threatens to overwhelm him as he struggles to keep his past a secret from his friends. (Part one of a series. The series is Words of Revolution , Alternate Ending (The Janus Directive) and deleted scenes.)
The Janus Directive by infiniteworld8 on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: Kirk finally let’s people know he’s one of the Tarsus Nine. But is having the truth known really a good thing? Pandora’s box has been opened and there’s no closing it and what will come to light will rock the Federation and Starfleet at their core. (I have yet to read this part of the series though I’ve read part one & three. This is part two of the series Words of Revolution , Alternate Ending (The Janus Directive) and deleted scenes.)
Memory by zhen123 on fanfiction.net. Rated M. Summary: The members of the Enterprise are forced to endure their worst nightmares. The Bridge crew comes together to discuss their experiences, and Jim tries to play it off with humor. However, he was affected worse than he lets on. slash.
Quirks by SpiritBearr on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: Tarsus was many years ago. Sometimes that doesn’t matter. Bones wonders why he didn’t see it before. Jim just wants to be left alone.
Imaginary Numbers by Isa_Iadel on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: There were those who understood men like Governor Kodos well enough to know what was coming and they made plans. But how long can they survive when the Federation doesn’t believe the rumors of famine and genocide?
UNDER ORDERS by Ann Harrington but was submitted by califmole on livejournal. Rated Gen. Summary: Knowing is only half the battle. (Pike finds out about Kirk being on Tarsus IV. Definitely worth reading.)
Fractured Lives: A Place Called Tarsus IV by Rakuyou_Tenshi (Citrus_Luver) on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: Even at a young age, Jim had known he was different, but sometimes different is okay. Sometimes different is better. Sometimes different saves you.These are Jim’s early years. The years Jim wishes he could forget, but can’t because he lived and they didn’t. The years that lead to the best thing in his life… even if it’s fleeting.These are the before, during and after Tarsus years.
Green by WingedQuill on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Jim isn’t the only person on the Enterprise with an altered childhood. Spock struggles with three things: emotions, humanity, and food. S'chn T'gai just tries to survive. (Spock is on Tarsus.)
Cor Aut Mors by mischief_afoot on livejournal. Rated R. Summary: There is nothing left; all the avenues they’ve tried to restore the land to fertility have failed. (Another Spock on Tarsus fic that features Jim who is Betazoid. Warning: Dark but worth reading because of the ending.)
Tarsus IV by princess Naphatarie on fanfiction.net. Rated K. Summary: A KirkSpock or Kirk & Spock fic right after Conscience of the King.
Brutality by BonesOfBirdWings on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: Khan isn’t the only brutal one. After all, Kirk didn’t see Khan on the dying fields of Tarsus IV, did he? (Warnings: Some violence, and a little squicky. The Horror genre is there for a reason.)
A Moment on Tarsus IV by To.The.Hilt on fanfiction.net. Rated K+. Summary: The anniversary of the Tarsus Massacre rolls around. Kirk tries to forget what day it is, Spock and McCoy refuse to. Discoveries are made about the event that shaped Jim Kirk. Kplus for subject matter. Nothing too bad. NON SLASH
Still in the Game by Moonfairyhime on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: I had hoped that, out of all the horrors you have experienced in your life, you would have been spared from Tarsus IV. It pains me deeply, Jim, that you were on Tarsus even in this timeline.
Faded Pain by Blacktipped Angelwings on fanfiction.net. Rated M. Summary: History class really sucks when you’ve been part of it, and wish you hadn’t. How does Jim Kirk handle an assignment on Tarsus IV when all he ever wanted was to forget? Tarsus warnings. Also, remember trekkies, this is not the same Tarsus IV as the original series. This Kodos is not a man who thought he was doing what was best.
Ni'Var by WerewolvesAreReal on archiveofourown. Rated General Audiences. Summary: Humans have daemons. Vulcans have katras. Spock, born of both, has neither. Which he’s fine with. Really. Meanwhile, James Kirk is a little curious about this whole daemon business, because how the hell can he have two souls - ?
The Stars Shine On by FyreFlyte on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: For Jim Kirk, the scars of Tarsus IV won’t ever fully fade. But sometimes a fellow survivor and a few close friends can do more than the psychological counselors ever could. A loosely connected series of oneshots. Part Three: Told from Riley’s POV. A mission gone wrong, a feverish Jim, and an observant Vulcan.
History by AutumnDawn21 on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: He wasn’t supposed to read those books, the ones with the pictures of prisoners from a war long ago. It wasn’t supposed to happen to him, either. Tarsus-fic
The Once & Future Captain by Turtle_Goose on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: The crew of the Enterprise is tasked with a classified mission to find a translation device that was developed by Hoshi Sato before her death. The mission takes the Enterprise to the mysterious Tarsus IV, a dead planet that once supported a thriving colony. Concerned about Captain Kirk and Lieutenant Riley’s alarming behavior, the crew delves into Kirk’s old life on Tarsus IV, uncovering the hidden horrors in the planet’s past and finally understanding their Captain in a way they’d never though possible.
Rebirth by whiteraven1606 on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: For a prompt at a LiveJournal community st_xi_kink_meme. Promt was: "Somehow, Reaper (who wasn’t McCoy at the time) helps ends Tarsus IV and he meets a young Jim Kirk. He feels the need to protect the kid and he personally takes a sickly Kirk back to Earth, where he leaves him with Pike. Years later, Kirk and McCoy meet on that shuttle, because Pike called Reaper!McCoy and told him Kirk was joining Star Fleet and could use a friend. From the start, Kirk thinks there’s something familiar about McCoy, but it’s not until post events of the movie that the truth comes out. Happy ending for the boys."I AU’d Tarsus IV to suit me and the medical stuff is completely wrong, but served my purposes. Deal with it.Work Text:
A drabble that has no name by sadieyuki on tumblr. Rated General. Summary: fbexplorer asked: tarsus prompt: Chekov and/or Sulu find out, against Jim’s wishes, how does he react?
Immutable Things by dogpoet on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: Spock once told you that the universe is made up of parallel worlds, that every choice you make creates two branches on the crooked line of your life.
Predetermined by BonesOfBirdWings on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: James T. Kirk always goes to Tarsus IV - because George Kirk can die, Vulcan can be destroyed, and Jim can be resurrected, but Tarsus IV is immutable.OR - An exploration of the fanon fact that Jim always experiences the massacre on Tarsus IV, no matter the universe. (Worth reading.)
Copernican Theory by sinestrated on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: "Please don’t hurt me,” he whispers. (I loved Winona in this.)
rhadamanthus by spqr on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Spock murmurs, “I cannot imagine a universe in which it is not my life’s duty to protect you. You are — “ he has to search for the right words, in Jim’s language. “You are — most dear to me, of all things.”
Rescue by shoreleave on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Missing scene from Any Road Will Take You There. Lt. Christopher Pike arrives at Tarsus IV and finds a belligerent, uncommunicative boy who doesn’t want to be rescued.
Mr. Sensitive by waldorph on archiveofourown. Rated Explicit. Summary: Tarsus IV was a catastrophe of eugenics and desperation, and Jim Kirk was there. (”written for the st_xi_kink meme: anon’s prompt was “I want to see a situation where Kirk is some how left Emotionless and basically acts like a robot, and its up to Spock to try and reawaken the emotions inside of Jim.” And scarlet_pencil’s addition of “Maybe they see something that shocks Kirk into remembering traumatic events from Tarsus IV, which cause him to revert to being emotionless because he can’t really deal with that?”)
Blue Fields by WerewolvesAreReal on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: In his thirteenth year James Kirk ends up on Tarsus IV with his aunt and uncle. During the famine he takes refuge with a six year-old named Kevin Riley and a young half-Vulcan.
The Devil’s Defense by wild-springflower on fanfiction.net. Rated K+. Summary: He’d thought he would be in the clear. He’d thought they could finally be done with the hellish topic and move on, but really, when had life ever been so kind? So now Jim was sitting, hands poised over his PAD, wondering just what exactly one could type into a search engine to find compelling arguments defending Governor Kodos’ actions on Tarsus IV. (Academy Era)+
Ingenious Idiotby Kanae Yuna on fanfiction.net. Rated T. Summary: “The truth is plain and simple: James T. Kirk is a genius, even under the most unfavorable conditions…” A series of one-shots where Jim shows his ingenuity while he’s bleeding, poisoned, or just hurt in some general way.
Mother of The Nine by SilasSolarius on archiveofourown. Rated Explicit. Summary: There are rumors amongst the Federation about the mother of the nine Tarsus survivors… however when the warp core malfunctions in orbit of the planet instead of in orbit of Qo'nos the Enterprise and her crew find themselves seeing a new side of their captain…and a certain augment finds true love. KHIRK.. TARSUS WARNINGS
caught in the hands of fate by Caliente on fanfiction.net. Rated K+. Summary: “The death count on Tarsus IV is estimated at over four thousand, although many of the deceased are still being identified.” The tragedy of Tarsus IV as witnessed by Winona and Jim Kirk in a farmhouse in Iowa. (An untold tale from James T. Kirk’s childhood.) –– set during the 2009!film
Let Me Help by RayShippouUchiha on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: Or the five times someone said, “I love you” and the one that meant so much more. Warnings: Implied abuse, rape, Tarsus, and Kirk/Spock
Kirk and Kevin return to Tarsus IV (requested) by CharactersSecretsExposed on fanfiction.net. Rated K+. Summary: The Enterprise is forced to make port at Tarsus IV after their ship is damaged in a meteorite storm. They encounter old places and old faces. Kevin is welcomed with opened arms but Jim is shunned for his Captaincy. What happens when his past is finally revealed? [Requested by Milkywaysupernova]
Tarsus IV Rescue and JT’s Return to Earth by CharactersSecretsExposed on fanfiction.net. Rated K+. Summary: Starfleet arrives on Tarsus IV to start the rescue and evacuation of it’s inhabitants. Christopher Pike joins a search party to look for a group of children and is the only one who can inadvertently win over the trust of their teenage leader. Starfleet returns to earth where J.T meets the members of his future Starship crew. Christopher Pike succumbs to his parental side.
Tectonic Shift by wonderfulwrites on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Kirk and Uhura finally hash out their differences. Too bad it takes a natural disaster to get them to do it. (Uhura on Tarsus!)
Intrusion by aewriteon on fanfiction.net. Rated T. Summary: After responding to a routine distress call, Bones, Uhura, and Spock find themselves separated from the Captain. After being questioned by their captors, however, they begin to suspect that all is not as it seems. (Worth reading.)
And The Band Keeps Playing On by Yum on fanfiction.net. Rated K+. Summary: Jim asked five questions about Tarsus. He received five answers.
Another Little White Lie by rayrae118 on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: The odds were always stacked against him. From his father’s death, to Tarsus, it seemed like he really couldn’t win. But he wouldn’t be James T. Kirk if he didn’t deliver a great big ‘screw you’ to the universe, and rise above to become the Captain we all know and love.(A must read.)
Unraveling by AnnaKnitsSpock on archiveofourown. Rated Explicit. Summary: When the Enterprise receives a December assignment to accompany a Federation investigation on Tarsus IV, Jim is forced to confront not only the trauma he experienced there, but also his conflicted feelings about Christmas, his childhood, and his first officer.
Kirk and the Kobayashi Maru by Jess_S on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Why Cadet James T. Kirk found the Kobayashi Maru so distasteful that he couldn’t mount an eloquent defense. (Must read.)
When Hope Is Gone by CatchingCraziness on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: The survivors of Tarsus IV couldn’t bear to be separated from the new family they’d created, so once they were rescued from the death filled planet, they ran away.Or How James T. Kirk, at age fifteen, became a father to eight children.
Pyrrhic Victories by collapsethelightintoearth on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: It’s funny, Jim thinks, how everyone assumes his rejection of no-win scenarios was fostered by the sacrifice his father made.
From So Far Away You Journey by alma_gloriosa on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: While attending the funeral of his cousins, ill-fated colonists of Tarsus IV, Leonard McCoy witnesses what he believes to be the abuse of Jim Kirk, the boy who saved their daughter, Lila. When Leonard reports what he saw and discovers that Jim has nowhere else to go, he sets into motion a series of events that will change both his and Jim’s lives forever. (Bones adopts Jim after Tarsus!)
Odds and Ends by lizzledpink on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Nobody escapes a tragedy unscathed. Not even Spock.
she’s the one that they call old whatsername by kaydeefalls on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: "You gotta plant your flag in the dirt and declare victory on your own terms. The winner is whoever survives long enough to write the history books.“ (Always-a-girl!Kirk.) (Worth reading.)
Atlas by Angel Baby1 on fanfiction.net. Rated M. Summary: Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning. Eventual K/S (Worth Reading.)
Interspecies Ethics - Tarsus IV by MermAight on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Big, black holographic letters before a plain white wall. A name seared into his memory like a fresh burn scar that itched, stung and roared when touched, followed by the most bullshitty question he had ever heard, in neat, 20 % transparent letters:TARSUS IV - Were Kodos’ actions defendable?
Similarities by HappytheExceed on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: AU: Set before the five-year mission in STID. Bones was going through emotional roller coaster. His daughter, Joanna was put through an ordeal similar to the infamous Tarsus IV. Bones had to help young Joanna to come to terms with what she had went through while working on a mission to only realise that his best friend was involved had been through worse than he had imagined.
The Conscience of the Boy by Rakuyou_Tenshi (Citrus_Luver) on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: At the academy, Jim "celebrates” the evacuation of Tarsus every year by holing up in the library searching for signs of Kodos in anything. Then, he goes out looking for someone to fuck. He never twigs why it’s Bones he’s always bringing home with him.
Notes on Tarsus IV by kirk_to_enterpise_15 on archiveofourown. Rated Not Rated. Summary: Spock finds out about Jim’s time on Tarsus…in the classroom.
A/N: I just finished the first season of Skam and I love it. Vilde is the most adorable thing ever! Anyway, if you like this imagine, don’t hesitate to request more Skam imagines!
Mitt navn er= My name is
Hva heter du= What is your name?
Gratulerer, du vet noe norsk= Congratulations, you know some Norwegian
Takk skal du ha= Thank you
Og så kom hun opp til ham og slo ham= And then she slapped him
Foran alle= In front of everyone
Vel, han burde ikke ha hatt sex med henne og henne= Well, he shouldn’t have had sex with her or her…
Du ser veldig bra ut, Chris= You look very good, Chris
Nå vet jeg at du er full= Now I know you’re drunk
As I sat outside the headmaster’s office, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the possibilities as to why I was sitting there. In my entire academic career, I had never been in trouble, not once. Back in America, I had perfect attendance, straight As, and I had an active social life thanks to volleyball and theater. I had only been attending Hartvig Nissen for about a month now and the only thing I had done was join Eva, Vilde, Noora, and Sana’s Russ Bus and that only got me into a tiny amount of trouble.
My heart stopped beating for a second.
Maybe that’s why I was here. The headmaster found out I had been drinking and dancing at The Penetrators’ party.
Was that going to get me expelled? “What are you doing here, Yankee?” Chris teased as he slid into the seat next to me.
Ever since I transferred to Hartvig Nissen, it seemed as though Chris Schistad’s mission in life was to annoy me to death. He was always teasing me about how American I was and made sure to comment every time I would pass him with my friends. He was like an annoying toddler combined with a douchebag and I had no idea why so many girls liked him.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but the headmaster asked to see me before classes start. Why are you here? Did someone finally catch you smoking on school property?” I shot back.
Chris smirked that crow eating grin that got under my skin. “I don’t know, could be for anything really.”
I felt Chris’ beady eyes roam over my body and hugged my thick gray Burberry sweater tighter around my waist. “Stop staring at me like that.”
“Can’t help it, you look hot in that sweater. Makes me wonder if you look this good with it on—”
“Stop it,” I hissed.
“…how good you would look with it off?”
Before I could respond, the headmaster stepped out of his office. “Good morning, Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Schistad.”
I stood immediately and shook the older man’s hand. “Good morning, Headmaster.”
“Morgen,” Chris said.
We followed the headmaster into his office and sat down in the two seats in front of his desk. Then, the headmaster sat down and leaned forward on his desk.
“Y/N, you have shown great academic performance even though you just came here from America,” he said in a thick Norwegian accent.
“Thank you, Headmaster,” I said with a smile.
“However, I think it would be much better for you to be in classes with the other Norwegian students here.”
I blinked. “But, all of those classes are taught in Norwegian, besides foreign language classes.”
“Which is why I’ve asked Mr. Schistad here as well. He is one of the only students who is nearly as proficient in English as he is in Norwegian.”
It felt like the ground had fallen out from underneath me. Chris Schistad was going to tutor me. Had I fallen into some sort of Twilight Zone? I was doing just fine with the mini translator device I brought to classes and the girls in my bus helped me in the classes that we had together.
“Noora also knows good English, headmaster, couldn’t she help me?”
“While that is true, she does not have as extensive of a record as Mr. Schistad.” The headmaster cast a glance in Chris’ direction and all he could do was smirk in return. “You will practice every day after school but when and where are entirely up to you two. Any questions?”
I shook my head, grabbed my bag, and wandered out of the office. How was this happening to me? “Well, it looks like we’ll be spending more time together, Yankee.”
“My name is Y/N,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’m free at five o’clock, or, seventeen o’clock your time. We’ll meet at a cafe or something.”
“Can’t at five, I have plans.” Chris smiled suggestively and I nearly gagged.
“Cancel your booty call, this is more important. You better not make me sound like an idiot.” “Never,” Chris said. “I’ll text you.”
I nodded and hurried off to my first class. Unfortunately, the news of having Chris Schistad, the school f–kboy as my Norwegian tutor threw me for such a loop that I couldn’t really pay attention to European History, and it was one of my favorite classes. I shouldn’t let anyone, let alone Chris Schistad, stand in the way of my academic career, but I couldn’t seem to get him out of my head.
“What?” Noora, Sana, Eva, Vilde, and Chris exclaimed.
We were sitting in the cafe for lunch and I had just told them the news. They all had the same look of shock on their faces and I nodded.
“Why couldn’t one of us teach you?” Noor asked.
“Because the headmaster wants to help Chris be a better person I guess,” I said, picking at the sandwich on my plate.
“I could teach you,” Chris said slowly.
“You barely speak Norwegian, Chris, and most of the English you know is from music,” Eva teased.
Chris rolled her eyes and took a big bite out of her croissant and muttered something in Norwegian.
“But, this meeting won’t interfere with the Russ bus, right?” Vilde asked nervously.
I shrugged. “I’m supposed to meet him today at five so I have no idea.”
Vilde sighed and burst into some anxious Norwegian before being hushed by Sana ad Noora.
“What did she say?”
Noora shook her head. “Nothing, she’s just freaking out about the bus.” Noora leaned forward. “Anyway, having Chris as a tutor might not be that bad.” “Might not be that bad? He tricked me into drinking a bottle of pickle juice after I already had several shots of vodka at the party last Friday.”
Chris burst out laughing while everyone else tried to hold in their laughs.
“He was only messing with you,” Eva said.
“In America, that’s borderline bullying,” I argued. “He’s making me lose my appetite.”
I set the plate at my feet and groaned. The worst part was I was really looking forward to lunch that day.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of Norwegian in no time,” Noora said.
“Now that’s a load of bs if I ever heard it.”
The other girls burst into laughter and we started talking about something else. However, I couldn’t help but dread working with Chris later that day. I hoped that something would happen between my journey to school and the cafe we were supposed to meet at that would delay this process. Unfortunately, everything went smoothly and before I knew it, I was sitting in a booth in a cafe, hot chocolate set in front of me, scanning over the Norwegian language books I had gotten from the library.
“Look at you, such a diligent student.” Chris slid into the seat across from me and I glanced up at him.
“We both have to do our parts,” I muttered. “So, what is the first lesson?”
“We’ll just go over the basics. Repeat after me, Mitt navn er.”
It rolled perfectly off his tongue but seemed to get all jumbled up in my own.
“Try again, Yankee.”
“Mish nav er?”
Chris burst out laughing and I rolled my eyes. “Sorry, it’s just, I’ve never heard someone sound so bad at Norwegian before.” “If I do, it’s because I have a bad teacher.”
Chris arched an eyebrow. “Look who has claws. Fine, let’s sound it out: Meet.”
“Now, just put it together,” Chris said.
“Mitt navn er.”
“What does it mean?”
“My name is. Hva heter du?”
“Mitt navn er Y/N.”
“You sound almost native.” “Bull.”
“You caught me.”
I couldn’t help myself but laugh before sipping some hot chocolate.
“Am I going crazy or did I just make you laugh?”
“It was a cough.” Chris kept giving me that knowing look that unnerved me and I averted my attention to the books. “Shouldn’t we be going over tenses and irregulars?” “We will not be using books as long as I am your tutor. You just need to practice with me, it is the best way to learn.” “But, that’s how I learned Spanish back in America.”
“Really, say something in Spanish right now.”
I hesitated before saying, “Gracias….para ayudame, uh, apprender su lenguaje.”
“It took you awhile didn’t it? That’s the problem with Americans: you worry more about learning grammar than the actual language. Don’t worry about it so much.”
As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I would have to loosen up if I was ever going to learn Norwegian and end these lessons. Chris taught me a few more basic phrases before we decided to call it a night.
“Your homework will be to work these phrases into every day conversation,” Chris said.
“Fine, Mr. Schistad,” I said.
I began packing up my books when Chris stopped me, “We’re having another party Saturday. You should come, practice more.” “I’ll think about it.”
The lessons for the next few months seemed to go the same as that: Chris would teach me phrases and make me practice them. I got homework every day but I practiced as much as I could. Eva, Noora, Vilde, Sana, and Chris noticed that I was getting slightly better after a while.
“Gratulerer, du vet noe norsk,” Sana praised.
“Takk skal du ha,” I replied.
“Chris is not a bad tutor,” Eva noted.
We were sitting in the cafe for our Russ meeting and the conversation quickly switched from the budget to my Norwegian lessons.
“No, it’s kind of weird how good he is.”
“Do you get a prize when you are good student?” Chris teased.
I rolled my eyes. “No.”
“He is being nicer to you, Y/N,” Noora said. “And I see him staring at you when you aren’t looking.”
I shook my head. Noora couldn’t possibly mean that Chris liked me, could she? I was only a first year, an international first year at that. Wouldn’t Chris prefer a girl in his own year, from his own country?
“He’s probably looking at something else,” I said.
“Please, he undresses you with his eyes every chance he gets,” Sana blurted.
“No, it’s sweeter than that, Sana. He likes you, Y/N, really likes you,” Vilde said.
“Stop lying. He’s just being nicer to me because we hang out more and he probably isn’t looking at me the way you all are thinking.”
“Whatever you say, Y/N,” Eva sang.
I rolled my eyes again as my friends dissolved into laughter. They were crazy for thinking Chris liked me. If anything, we had become friendly associates who occasionally partied together. However, I had noticed that he wasn’t hooking up with girls at parties like he used to, but maybe he was sick of being with the same kind of girls at parties.
An hour after the meeting, Chris and I were sitting in his room, talking solely in Norwegian.
“Og så kom hun opp til ham og slo ham!” Chris exclaimed.
“Foran alle?” “Ja!”
I burst out laughing at Chris’ story and shook my head. “Vel, han burde ikke ha hatt sex med henne og henne, um, henne.”
Chris leaned towards me and put his hand on my shoulder. “Relax, Y/N, don’t sweat it, it’s just me.”
“Henne…oh forget it!” I folded my arms across my shoulders. “Two months of tutoring every day and I forget the simplest term in Norwegian. There’s no way I’m gonna pass that proficiency test.”
I buried my face in my hands and sighed. The bed shifted underneath me and I heard some rustling around.
“You’re doing so well for someone who came into this country not knowing any Norwegian. And you’re the smartest girl I know so some stupid proficiency test isn’t going to hold you back,” Chris said.
When I looked up, he had a bottle of vodka in his hand. “Thanks, Chris, but what is that for?”
“To help you relax.”
My eyes widened. “No, we shouldn’t.”
“It’s fine, it’s legal here. The more relaxed you are, the better you’ll be.”
He did have a good point, but how wrong was it for me to be drinking with a known player in his room when his parents weren’t home? Wasn’t it a bit dangerous and crazy? On the other hand, if I did drink, it was solely for the purpose of getting better at practicing Norwegian.
“This is just for practice,” I said.
“Of course.” Chris handed me the bottle and I took a swig, wincing a little at the burning sensation and bitter taste. “Why do you people like vodka so much?”
“No idea,” he said as he took a swig.
I quickly lost count of how much I had to drink. The room looked a little hazy and everything Chris said seemed to make me laugh. Plus, he suddenly looked really good with his playful dark eyes, chiseled jaw, and fantastic brown hair.
“Du ser veldig bra ut, Chris,” I chuckled out.
“Nå vet jeg at du er full,” Chris said with a laugh.
“No, I mean it, you’re actually really attractive when you’re not trying to hook up with girls or tease me,” I said.
The bad thing about my being inebriated is that I said anything and everything that was on my mind and I couldn’t stop thinking about how all my friends thought Chris had a thing for me.
“You wanna hear something funny?”
“Noora, Eva, Sana, Vilde, and Girl Chris think you like me because you look at me a lot. Are they right?”
Chris stopped smiling and looked serious for a second. “I thought you were the prettiest girl in school when I first saw you. I just teased you because you aren’t like all the other girls. You’re serious and you don’t take anything from anyone. Plus, you’re the smartest girl I know. I’m actually glad that headmaster put us together.”
“But do you like me?”
“Do you like me?” I paused for a moment. “I mean, I’ve thought you were a jerk since we first met, but, now I know you’re actually kind of nice and still every bit as cool as everyone thinks you are. And you’re smarter than you let on.” I smiled. “Plus, you are super hot, I just didn’t like you because you tease me all the time.”
“Now, I like you.”
Chris smirked for a moment. “Are you ready for a new phrase, Y/N?”
A second later, Chris’ lips were on mine and i didn’t know whether it was the vodka or not, but he was really good at it. Almost immediately after, I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He pulled me into his lap and we quickly began making out. Soon enough, I was lying ontop of him, but our tongues were involved now. Usually, I avoided tongue kisses because it was always so sloppy and slobbery. But with Chris, it didn’t feel that way at all, it was smooth and nice.
All I can say is that the next morning, I woke up with a headache and in Chris’ bed. I jerked up in the bed and almost immediately regretted it since it just made my head hurt worse.
“Ow,” I said.
“Sleeping Beauty is finally awake.” Chris walked into the room and handed me a cup of coffee.
“Did we, you know—-”
“No, we didn’t, I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that ever.”
His words sounded sincere and I nodded.
“I’m so sorry about last night. Must’ve been the vodka.”
“Really, because it seemed like you actually liked me.”
“Alcohol does that to you.” I took a long swig of the coffee, praying that it would dull my headache.
Fortunately, my dad was in Paris for a business trip and my mom had gone to Geneva to visit one of my cousins. I could only imagine what they would’ve thought if I hadn’t come home today. Plus, I couldn’t believe that I had drunkenly made out with Chris.
“Do you remember anything else from last night?” Chris asked, looking dejected.
“Kind of, you said that Noora and the other girls were right about you liking me, but you were pretty drunk too.”
“What is that saying: a drunken mouth speaks sober thoughts?”
“Something like that.” I crawled out of his bed and continued sipping coffee. “I should probably go.”
Chris nodded and I began gathering my things. It was awful how awkward it was and I could only hope that it wouldn’t interfere with our future lessons. Before I could leave, Chris grabbed my arm and I turned to him. “I meant everything I said last night, Y/N, drunken or not and if you need me to repeat myself, I will: Y/N, I thought you were the most beautiful girl when I first saw you and I think you’re one of the smartest, cleverest, and kindest person I’ve ever met. You’re also way out of my league but you can’t blame me for trying, so yeah, I like you a lot.”
“That’s so sweet, Chris, I…I don’t know what to say.”
“Say if you like me back. Tell me the truth.”
“What can I say? We’ve gotten close over the past couple months and I suppose I like you in some way.”
Chris shook his head. “No, we both know this goes deeper than that.”
“I’ll see you Monday.”
As I walked away, I couldn’t help but feel dejected. On one hand, I had one of the most desired guys at school liking me and on the other hand, I had no idea if I liked him. For three months, I have detested him and thanks to some alcohol, I made out with him and told him I liked him. This was all much too confusing and it was making my headache worse the more I thought about it. However, I couldn’t help but wonder if that saying “Drunken mouths speak sober truths” had any truth to it.
Decided to hop on the humans are space orcs band wagon. My take on how aliens contacted humans and how it went from there from a slightly more militaristic and scientific approach.
The day that the Intergalactic Alliance for Planetary Peace (jokingly called the APP by the younger generation, quoting an old saying “there’s an app for that”) was five years after all of the nations had declared world peace after the bloodiest war yet. Half of the human population had been decimated by everything but nuclear bomb, every world leader had decided that enough was enough.
They had showed up at one of the council meetings that take place on a different continent every month to discuss less pressing matters. It almost ended horribly, an unknown group of entities showing up where all of the world leaders had congregated, but through fast talking on the alien’s part and the vow to be more peaceful beings earlier made by the humans, everything ended up going well.
Which lead to the current situation. While they may claim to be more peaceful, humans are still wary of areas where none of them had been before. So, along with a team of top scientists and medical staff, there went a team of the top 6 military personnel. Three from assorted American special ops, one from Norway, one from Canada, and the last from Poland. When questioned by the members of the A.P.P, the leaders stated that there was absolutely no way in hell they were allowing their top people into an unknown area without protection. The warriors on the ship, when they heard this, laughed. How could a squishy group of mud covered savages that haven’t even reached outside of their own solar system could really do anything?
This was an opportunity for the researchers of the Alliance to study the surprisingly hardy species as well. They were surprised that these soft creatures were the top of the food chain, even with everything, including their own atmosphere, trying to kill them. So the ship of researchers set off into deep space to discover new planets and to discover more about each other.
The first meeting was terrifying. Three soldier were the first on the ship, no emotion showing on their faces, heavy exoskeleton like armor surrounding what they assumed covered their vital regions, and more sleek looking weapons than seemingly possible. Many were happy that the scientists did not look the same, though some did look just as serious while others were gaping in awe. Then, three more of the heavily armed men followed.
It was a tense two days on the ship for the aliens. The human soldiers inforced the fact that they were a predator species by prowling around the entirety of the ship minus the private chambers. Though they weren’t too sure that they haven’t been there but went when nobody was watching. Soon though, the soldier lessened the amount of firepower they had on them and lightened the amount of armor they had on. In the communal rations center they were seen slightly separated from the other humans, sitting in a tight group and bearing their teeth at one another, rapidly switching languages to communicate. The human designated Sara, specializing in chemistry, explained to Gumantal (a poor pronunciation of him true name, but the sounds needed to actually speak it would ruin a human throat so he allowed it) that the team came from different ‘countries’ that have different languages and sometime dialects, and that the entire team had learned each other’s and many other languages in order to communicate with other humans. When asked why not simply use a translator device, such as the one they were using right now, the human female bared her teeth and stated that it was better for them to do their jobs if they didn’t need one. She went on to explain that even if they couldn’t speak it, they were well on their way to learn each of the other species on the ship’s language.
Gumantal apologized afterwards for upsetting her with his questions, then asked what he did to offend her. Humans were an intricate species of primitive life form so they wanted to avoid any tensions early on. Sara and all of the other researchers bared their teeth this time, reassuring the brave many armed alien that they were not angry, the bared teeth was called a smile and it showed amusement or joy. The forest green alien walked away, bewildered.
It was sometime later that those on the ship learned that the soldiers were composed of both males and females. When asked why the males did not do everything in their power to protect the biologically weaker, less muscular birth givers, Human Victor bared his teeth for the first time and seemed to bark harshly.
“I dare you to ask Oliver that! She’d rip yer mandibles off and feed ‘em to ya! Lyne would as well, now that I think about it. One thing you need to learn about humans, women are supposedly weaker than us men but they can still kick ass.”
A shaking Xiloiy later learned from Human designation William, occupation physicist that the barking was laughter, and that yes, human females stand on equal ground to the males of the species. This puzzled him as he came from a race that protected the bearers of his species to ensure the continued survival. Human William barked, laughed, at this when he stated it, shaking his head. Xiloty is still perplexed as to why.
All aliens on the ship were confused by their new companions and were curious as to how they would handle being a foreign planet with life for the first time. This was also the time that Xiloiy began to make a journal on the habits and any other information on humans, fearing having his outer mandibles ripped off as they were crucial to attracting a mate.
The special ops team assigned to protect the crew as well as gathering intel on everything they could were anxious as well, packing everything they may need for a worst case scenario. The warrior species that were to protect the crew and ship originally were insulting them when they believed the humans were not paying attention, mocking the useless item that would only tire them out. The ops team knew though that if push came to shove that they would be the ones to survive. After all, they’ve had to survive worse than some unknown territory. They were all highly trained to be able to conquer situations like that. Colonel Victor Kelly would make damn sure his people made it through this.
Do not rely too much on Google Translate or any other translating device. I know most people, especially in Malaysia, owns a language
translating device and, trust me, it does not help at all. Sometimes, it may
confuse you as well. Solution – Use fun
language apps for learning. I would definitely recommend Duolingo for learning,
HelloTalk for being able to communicate with locals and Memrise, just for fun. You
could also make friends with the locals. Which is way better to rely on them,
rather than the devices. If not, just speak French with your friends or
lecturer. Always speak the language you’re learning during classes, it helps
you to improve and know your mistakes.
Pay extra attention in class. This should be
applicable to all classes. Though, I suggest one should pay extra attention and
focus in a language class. For all I know, the rules and uses I’ve learned for
English and French, they have their differences. Some French words, can be
similar to the English ones. But most can’t. Solution – Gather as much examples as possible. And understand the uses
of it. If you’re not too sure, you could always meet up with your lecturer for more questions.
Always ask questions. If you do not
understand, please ask. Do not keep it to yourself. It does not help you solve
the equations, if you keep it balled up in your head. Eventually, you’ll forget. Solution – If you’re too
shy to ask, you could always ask the lecturer after class. Or meet him/ her in
So I re-watched GOTG2 (no spoilers here btw) and I’ve developed a headcanon.
Look behind his ear. It looks like a hearing aide. I’m sure it’s either a translator a communication device, or part of his helmet, but it looks like a hearing aide and who says any of those things can’t be multi purpose.
We all lost out on deaf Hawkeye in the MCU, which sucks. (Marvel can fight me by the way)
But maybe we can have a Deaf/Hard of Hearing hero anyways.
Hi there? How exactly does a braille display work? I've read about them in novels and looked them up, but I'd like to know from someone who uses one in real life. Thank you!
Oh hey hello!!
Okay, Imma try and give the best explanation I can. Hopefully it will make sense.
So first off, you’ve probably already looked up pictures of them but they are generally rectangular in shape and have several buttons on them as well as a row of braille cells across the top or bottom. They are generally like two pounds or something like that and usually come with cases with long straps so you can carry it around like a tiny bag.
First let’s talk about the braille part. You’ve probably noticed that that line of braille cells doesn’t have any actual, feelable (is that a word? It is now) dots on them in pictures and are just a bunch of little wholes in formations of six (well, actually eight but we’ll explain what the extra two dots per cell are for later). This is because there are little pins under those wholes that pop up and down, sort of like those toys you used to play with as a kid where the pins would all shift from one side to another and you could press your hand into one side and the shape of your hand would stick out on the other. These pins are mechanized and will pop up in the proper combinations to represent braille letters and characters when the display is turned on. This is what the “refreshable” part of “refreshable braille display” means. It’s not like writing braille on paper where once you’ve pushed up the dots, they’re permanent and that page is now used. On the display, you can be reading one line of text and then when you push the button to move to the next, the previous set of pins will fall back down and the appropriate ones to form the new set of words will pop up in their place.
Now let’s move to the buttons on the display. The first buttons you’ll probably notice are the eight buttons that are round or oblong on the face of the display, four on the left and four on the right. These are for typing using the format of the Perkins Brailler keys, but when a blind user types with them, the screen will display the print version. There are only six dots in a braille cell, so the inner most six buttons represent each dot of the braille cell, but the extra button on either end of this set of eight round or oblong buttons are for backspace and enter respectively. It’s different from display to display, but the key furthest to the right will be backspace while the key on the far left is enter, or vice versa. You will also find a space bar somewhere toward the bottom of the face of the display.
There are other buttons, too, though. These are also vastly different from display to display, but they are for navigation.
So one thing I hsould have probably mentioned first is that braille displays are bluetooth devices that connect to your phone, tablet, computer, etc to allow you to navigate them in braille. You also must have your device’s screen-reading software enabled to navigate most devices, as the screen-reader is what will allow you to navigate with a cursor nonvisually instead of looking at the screen.
So when you use screen-reading software, it enables you to use the keyboard on computers to navigate or to use touch-screen devices slightly differently than sighted users use them. when using them with a computer, you can usually still use the computer’s keyboard to move the curser around to different text to be displayed on the braille display, but with touch-screen devices, it alters the way you use the device.
Let’s say you are using the smart phone screen reader without a braille display for a moment. You know how when you use a smart phone as a sighted person, you just tap and it activates whatever thing you wanted, such as opening an app you touched or pressing a button or opening the typing text field? As a blind user, this is a lot different because if we just tapped somewhere on the screen without knowing what was in that spot first, it would just do stuff and we wouldn’t know what it was doing. So when you have the screen reader enabled, when you tap somewhere on the screen, the thing you touched is not activated. Instead, you just hear audibly whatever it is you touched. So if you touched the time area on the home screen, you would just hear “3:30 PM,” or if you touchedwhere the messages app was, messages ould not open, and you would just hear “messages.” this enables the blind user to know what is where and know what something is before they activate it. So once you have tapped somewhere and heard what the thing is, you can then either double-tap to activate it (open the app, open the typing text field, select the letter you want to type, etc), or you can swipe your finger across the screen either to the left or right to move to the next thing over and hear what that thing is. But again, this doesn’t activate the thing, just tells you what it is. On screen, there is a little box around whatever you have touched. This box is called a “cursor.”
So when you connect a braille display to a touch screen device running the screen-reading software, you use the device the same way, only instead of HEARING “messages,” you will find “messages” written out on the braille display. But again it doesn’t activate the app or button, just allows you to read what it is.
So now that you know that navigation using a screen reader is primarily done by swiping and such, let’s connect that to those braille display buttons.
In order to make it easier to navigate your device, braille displays often have navigation buttons that allow you do move around the screen just like the screen reader’s touch commands allow you to do. Only, you odn’t have to have one hand readingthe braille and the other hand touching the phone screen. There will be a button to “swipe right” on the display, so when you press it, it moves the screen reader cursor over the next item to the right just as if you swiped to the right using your finger on the screen. So you can use just the buttons on the display to navigate instead of having to have your hands moving between the display and the phone. So that’s what all those other buttons are for. they do lots of things that are hard to explain without teaching you in great detail all of the different things screen reader touch commands can do, but yes. Some displays will actually use a little joy stick in the center for moving around left to right on the screen instead of left and right buttons respectively, and when you press down on the joy stick, it’ll act just like a double-tap on the touch screen and will activate the item you were hovering over and reading.
NOW, let’s finally talk about those two extra dots at the bottom of each braille cell on the part with the string of braille cells. So braille displays not only allow you to read but also to write, as I mentioned the typing keys above. It’ll essentially let you use it like a bluetooth keyboard and use the display buttons to type braille characters that will be translated through the device into print and shown on screen as the print versions. But of course, the display part let’s you read what you are typing, in braille. So say you are typing a text that says “I love your dog.” this text will be displayed on the braille cells on the display. However, notice how for sighted users, there’s a little blinking line at the end of what you’re typing or maybe in the middle of a sentence depending on where you’ve placed it? So braille displays found a way of giving blind users a blinky cursor to show where in the text they are at, too, and that’s where those extra dots at the bottom come in.
We call these extra cursor dots “dot 7 and dot 8,” 7 being the one on the ottom left and 8 being the one on the bottom right under dot 6 (if you don’t know the dot numbers for a standard braille cell, that will come in handy and I suggest googling images of braille cells). But there’s a problem: visually, the blinky line is usually BETWEEN two letters or characters, not directly under just one, right? So braille displays got crafty.
Let’s go back to that text of “I love your dog.” say your blinky cursor is in the middle of the word “dog,” between “d” and “o.” So it’ll look sort of like “d|og.” Now imagine that in one braille cell on the display, the letter “d” is shown on the pins, the legger “o” is shown on the cell directly to the right, and “g” is on the cell directly to the right of that. There isn’t another cell in between “d” and “o,” right? So instead, we put the cursor in those extra dots at thebottom of the cells for “d” and “o.” So on the cell with “d,” dot 8 (the one on the bottom right) will “blink,” so to speak, and in the cell with “o,” dot 7 with “blink,” dot seven being the dot on the bottom left of that cell. So you have two dots from two different cells directly next to each other blinking up and down, signifying that the blinky cursor is between those two cells or letters. It’s very clever and handy.
So anyway, this was probably WAY more in depth and complicated than you ever wanted, but here you go and hopefully it makes sense. XD Feel free to come by with further questions!
The galactic translator is busted. How will the paladins and the Alteans deal with not able to understand each other while the translator is being repaired. Maybe also them teaching bits of their languages.
“Komariki thereta tu keppa.”
They both stared at Allura, and if Lance hadn’t been having an equally hard time figuring out what the hell had just come out of her mouth, the look on Hunk’s face would have been picture-worthy. “Uh, could you run that by us again?”
Allura blinked at them, then scowled. “Kecchu ni tuchek?”
“Uh, still didn’t get that.”
She pursed her lips, then turned on her heel. “Coran!”
Mostly through pantomiming, the older Altean had been able to -sort of- explain what had happened. During their last fight, the chamber where the lormakke crystals that powered the intergalactic translation devices had somehow become overcharged. Pidge scowled at all the shattered pieces.
“Ugh, it’s the teludav all over again. Where do we even find these?” she growled, before remembering Coran and Allura couldn’t understand her. “Uh…” She picked up a broken crystal, pointed off in random directions, then shrugged, hoping that would get the point across.
Thankfully, it seemed to work, since Coran pulled up a star map, directing to a particular planet.
Or not, since none of them could read the name of it.
They were gonna have to figure out something better than charades.
“God, this is worse than the Garrison’s encryption classes.”
“Yeah. At least those still involved the same letters and numbers.”
The Altean alphabet was a nightmare. But after six hours, everyone going through two glasses of stimulant juice apiece, and headaches all around, they finally had the name of the planet.
“Head for the water! If we get rid of the pollen, it might not smell us anymore!”
All four dove into the lake to evade the rampaging- whatever that had emerged from the cave depths shortly after they’d finished collecting their bags of crystals.
Right after yet another argument between Keith and Lance had sent them tumbling into a copse of weird glowing purple and red flowers that had immediately sprayed them all in bright pink pollen.
“Is it gone?”
“Lance, you check.”
“Oh, sure, just because you want me to get eaten-”
“Both of you, shut up and check.”
“Then let’s get the hell off this planet and get back to normal.”
Canon-compliant kind of…. takes place before season two episode twelve. Through a weird worm-holing accident, they end up in a part of the universe Allura and Coran have never seen before. They’re too far for Zarkon to find them, trapped in the castle with two members of the Blade of Marmora, and they have plenty of time to get to know each other.
Most of Keith’s discomfort with the Blade of Marmora had to be residual. Most of it. At least 90%. The other ten percent was because he kept catching them staring at him.
I imagine the alien thesaurus must be one hell of a beast. Even digitally, it must occupy gigabytes of space.
Because we, humans, are ridiculous with our languages. Never mind the fact that there are many, many, many languages on Earth (We have 11 official languages here in ZA), but just look at what we do to poor, old, simple, English. No, no; I’m not talking about how the dictionary gets updated regularly to include definitions for words we make up as we go along (twerk and selfie anyone?); I’m not taking local slag (or maybe this counts as slang IDK).
I’m talking about things like this:
Tissue= Kleenex Margarine/Butter= Rama/Flora
Lip ice= Vaseline/Zam Buc/Blistex Nail polish (& remover)= Cutex
Plastic bag= Checkers Petroleum Jelly= Vaseline
Dish washing liquid= Sunlight Soap Bar (clothes)= Sunlight
We call products by their brand name in everyday speech; a brand which differs depending on which country you come from, which isn’t necessarily the brand of the product that you have on hand and which can refer to many other products. And we understand what it is that we are talking about/asking for, to the point of becoming confused when you use the generic product name!
This is confusing enough for someone who is not from that country (how many of these products would you have known if I had typed out this list without the generic names?) Now imagine how confusing this is for an alien who has no background knowledge of what products can be found on supermarket shelves and whose translation device will probably have generic names for human products. Especially if this is not a quirk seen outside of human languages.
Sign Language Ring is a translation device in the form of a bracelet with detachable rings. When worn on the fingers of the person using sign language, the rings detect and track the signing motions. These are translated to voice, which is emitted by the bracelet. The user can pre-record their signing movements and assign the appropriate words, which allows the system to be customised to the user’s particular gestures.
After use, the rings can be set into the bracelet for storage. The design was inspired by Buddhist prayer beads. The system also translates voice into text, which is displayed on a screen on the top of the bracelet.
or, @blue-bay0u let me yap at them for like three hours about linguistics in a polyglot environment earlier and now I’ve got #opinions
Peter’s first language is obviously American English. But Terra/Earth is not part of the galactic network in any meaningful way, so it’s unlikely that American English (or any other earth languages) are in the language database. So, Peter can’t talk to anyone, and nobody can talk to Peter.
“Universal translators” are a thing in canon. Peter has one when we see him as an adult in GotG1. Speaking only on the biomedical aspect, a translator device like that would have RF components(wi fi), sensors in the throat, and be grafted to part of the skull near the ear. There would probably be some kind of remote charging method as well for any batteries. Both the device and the surgery would be pretty expensive and fairly dangerous. You also wouldn’t put one in a growing kid, or someone who was gonna be traded off immediately.
At the age of 7 or 8, Peter is still in the critical period for language acquisition. This means that in a couple of months, more of less, he’ll be able to understand whatever language is being spoken at him. Not well, and he won’t be able to speak it well, but he’ll be able to get by.
So what language is spoken on the ship?
Not Kree, because Yondu isn’t about that. The Xandarian’s seem like imperialist fuckers, so there’s probably a lot of people that speak their native language + some Xandarian. (Xandarian and Kree are probably equivalent to English and Chinese today.) Therefore Xandarian is likely the predominantly spoken language on the Ravager ship. But anyone with a translator or a language that the translator doesn’t support is gonna be speaking something else.
It’s very likely that Peter could pick up an extremely disorganized creole of five or six different languages and then struggle to speak any one of the component languages.
By the time he’s old enough for a translator, he’s probably fluent in Xandarian and whatever the second most dominant language on the ship is.
Oh, and automatic machine translation is incredibly difficult. Anyone who speaks two languages knows that there are some things that just don’t carry over. It’s probably worse with languages from different solar systems…
tl;dr- Peter speaks at least two languages other than English, but probably only speaks English when he’s singing.
When the war ended, the other clones laughed at Boil for requesting to take a few weeks leave. Yeah, he could, but leave was for the officers, for “people who actually have families” and who knew what life was like outside of the GAR.
But despite the joking, Boil’s leave was approved. His brothers found out his destination was Ryloth and joking of an entire different sort broke out.
Boil shrugged it off, scrounged together enough credits for the most basic translation device he could find on the spur of the moment, and boarded public transportation for the first time in his life. That’s an experience worthy of a story all on its own.
He wasn’t expecting Ryloth to look so different. He wasn’t expecting to see such an obvious military presence, either. The clones there didn’t give him trouble, even though there was something about the GAR here that felt… off.
He somehow remembered where Numa lived, and if that hadn’t been one of the first sections of the city to benefit from reconstruction, Boil probably wouldn’t have found her.
His money was well spent on the translator. He couldn’t speak Ryl and Numa couldn’t speak Basic, so they sat on a step and took turns poking at it, making broken sentences that sometimes didn’t quite get their meaning across, but the attempt had them laughing anyway.
He couldn’t tell her the first day. She was too excited to see him and introduce him to her family with the translator that didn’t even contain a full vocabulary of Basic. But the next day Numa asked where her other nerra was. That clunky translator made his explanation sound so lifeless and dull, but Numa’s face fell all the same, and she sat next to Boil in silence and the day felt a little more dreary.
The rest of his time visiting Numa turned out to be much happier, and as Boil left for Coruscant, he told her he’d try to see her again. Or that he’d judge her again; the translator was turning iffy under constant use. Learning Ryl himself would’ve probably been less of a hassle.
It didn’t happen right away—after all, changes that turned the GAR completely upside down kept him busy—but eventually Boil did keep his promise. He pulled that old translator out of storage when he flew back to Ryloth, now heavily under Imperial control to the point that Boil ducked as he passed stormtroopers just to not be noticed as a clone.
Numa was still there, and unlike how Boil had promised to learn Ryl, she actually followed through with learning Basic. And she was much more reliable than his outdated tech. Her own words certainly carried much more emotion as she ran up to fling her arms around him, shouting, “Uncle Boil!”
Prompts? What prompts? I’m making this up as I go along.
Have a Star Trek style convoluted plot, anon. Aka the best kind.
Cody stands at attention beside General Kenobi as the negotiations with the T!liteeans slowly goes from bad to ready-your-blaster.
Cody hadn’t expected much. Despite Kenobi being a renowned negotiator, the T!liteeans were famous for their inability to distinguish either side of the Clone Wars conflict. Kenobi had just spent the last to hours attempting to convince them that, no, he was not a droid. To little effect.
When of the three-armed semi-humanoids slaps the table with one hand and crosses the other two across their chest, Kenobi pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. Shortly after, a recess is called.
Kenobi calls Cody to his side in the hallway outside.
“Commander, I’ll need to ask a favor of you to prove to the T!liteeans that we mean them no harm.”
Cody nods, not quite sure what this entails, but trusting his General to know what he’s doing.
When they return into the meeting hall, Kenobi asks him to take off his helmet. Growing more curious by the moment, Cody obliges.
“Representatives,” Kenobi begins, the translation device on his wrist translating his words into the sharp click vowels and soft consonants of the T!liteean language. “You asked for proof that we are not droids.” At this point, he gestures Cody over. Cody obeys. “What I’m about to show you is something that no droid is capable of doing.”
With that, Kenobi places a hand on the back of Cody’s neck, tilts his own head up, and kisses him.
It isn’t a chaste kiss, either. Kenobi works his mouth open, clicks their teeth together, darts his tongue along Cody’s lips.
By the time he’s finished, Cody is seeing stars. Kenobi, to his credit, appears none the worse for wear. He turns back to the T!liteeans and holds out a hand. “Surely that’s convinced you?”
The T!liteeans glance around with what amounts to eyes to their race, and then one of them – the one that had slapped the table earlier – rose up.
“It is acceptable.”
On the transport a short time later, Kenobi pulls Cody aside. “I appreciate you trusting me, Commander,” Kenobi offers him a blithe little smile. “You did well back there.”
Cody clears his throat. “Ah, thank you, sir.” He pauses a beat. “Can I ask you a question?”
“It’s just… you know, clankers can’t eat, either.”
Kenobi’s eyebrows had disappeared into the fringe of his bangs. “Yes, I’m aware. Your point.”
“Well, what I mean, sir, is that… not that your plan was wrong, but. Um.” He is making a complete muck-up of this. Better to just come out and say it. “Why’d you kiss me?”
Kenobi crossed his arms, and a playful look crossed over his features. “It was eons more fun.”
I remember that post that was circulating that said ‘Spock has game’ while commenting the transport pad scene, and it was funny but kinda accurate? LOL^ Like, even if you didn’t know that she was there to give him a translation device (that isn’t used by him in the movie anymore and thus this detail is not showed) and he was the one who kissed her there, you can still tell that from their body language IMO. You see Uhura almost timidly walking to him and his eyes focused on her..
and then a second later you see them kissing
and he’s doing most of the kissing job tbh because she’s just raising her chin and putting her hands on his sides (his heart!)…
not to even mention this:
When she appears to be as much the receiver and the one who lets the other kiss her, it’s not so hard to imagine he may be the one who pulled her in for a kiss, in the first place. Automatically assuming it must be all her doing just because she’s the human in the relationship is a tad pretentious (even putting aside the fact that it’s fucked up that she’s perceived by some as being automatically more sexual and ‘aggressive’ than she really is)
tl dr: some people’s infantilization (and desexualization) of Spock (and the vulcans) to turn him into the poor innocent, clueless, unexperienced victim of the seduction of the forceful human woman is, well, ridiculous. Especially when it flies in the face of how he is actually decipted in canon (not to mention what Nimoy said about how Roddenberry envisioned Spock being with the lads, especially when he was younger..)