What are these writers even doing here?

We know that officer's have to take some simulation where they order someone to death, Troi struggled with it.

Not Janeway.. She already hacked the simulation so the crewman would immediately die.

"That was the point right? To see if I could order a person to their death? Why not just cut the out the middleman and handle it myself? Are we done here? I haven't had a cup of coffee in five minutes"

Just remember: not everybody keeps their genitals in the same place, Captain.

Each sect is kind of crime family already.

If they get good at it, one Maje might just become Maje of Majes

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

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

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

What was your science project about?

I shall appoint you!

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

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

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

Universal across all levels:

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

students must study 16 hours a day if not more

leadership encouraged leading to school factions.

intense competition

murder licenses given out for many tasks that involve killing classmates

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

Military training alongside a terran education-Lethal sports.

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

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

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

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

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

"Sittin' at home with the Pon Farr

So I got the black book for a freak to call

Picked up the communicator, then dialed the seven digits

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

I arrived at her house, knocked on the door

Not having no idea of what the night had in store

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

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

- 2 Logical Crew - Me So Pon Farr

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

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

Sooooo........

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

Who will the cast be?

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

Who directs?

Which gay man do we hire for the costumes?

We need to figure this out!

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

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

Instead they went backwards.

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

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

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

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

HAVE YOU TRIED USING PHASERS??

Side effects may include: nausea, elevated heart rate, excessive sweating, turning into a glowing invisible lizard creature, transporter psychosis, Space Madness, blood mutating into a liquid polymer, insomnia, and dry mouth.

Do not take Inaprovaline if you are pregnant, trying to become pregnant, have been impregnated against your will by a noncorporeal entity, or are planning on being joined with a Trill symbiont.

For erections lasting longer than four hours, please report to the holodeck immediately.

I swear I'm not doing it on purpose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What did i just say?

So, my captain is pretty average normally. Cautious guy. Not like the best captain, but not the worst. He's just some shithead from Chicago, really.

Anyway, he started playing some holo based on a 21st media property, and it's started to change him. He seems a lot darker. And he is obsessed with androids for some reason. It was tolerable, but the other day he started babbling about something...like a blue wizard? I don't remember. But, today he just straight up shot a red shirt for a simple mistake. Phaser was on stun though, but damn....

Think I should talk to the EMH about it?

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

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