consequences wrote:Seska, dead. Her toadying buddy, dead. In fact, trade their organs to the Vidians for whatever you can get. Preserve all organs on killed crewmembers for the same purpose. Beam up Kazons from surface of planet, and harvest them as well. For that matter, whenever you can get away with it, use your transporters to abduct people, and go wild with the harvesting.
Sociopath boy, implanted with an explosive device in his skull, and put in charge of security. Tuvok, demoted to chicken soup machine technician.
Wait until the Borg are destroyed by 90210, then kill a dozen of their ships, causing them to shit their pants and run back to magical Lavalamp-Land.
Use any of a dozen methods to get home when the opportunity presents itself, but only after guaranteeing the destruction of the Borg.
I think you mean 8472, not 90210, right?
What is species 90210?
You know, I want a phone number that ends in 8472...
Once my phone number ended in 8888. People always called thinking I was Pawn One.
Anyway, back on topic. Who made up the name 90210 for 8472? It sounds...weird. Why not call them "freaks" or give them a name, instead of another number?
You know, I want a phone number that ends in 8472...
Once my phone number ended in 8888. People always called thinking I was Pawn One.
Anyway, back on topic. Who made up the name 90210 for 8472? It sounds...weird. Why not call them "freaks" or give them a name, instead of another number?
I can't remember who first used it but I do remember the reason why. It seems 90210 is easier to remember than 8472.
90210 comes from the early 90's Aaron Spelling teen soap opera Beverly Hills 90210, which was quite popular in its day. 90210 is the zip (postal) code for Beverly Hills, California, for those of you too young or too foreign to get the reference.
Any city gets what it admires, will pay for, and, ultimately, deserves…We want and deserve tin-can architecture in a tinhorn culture. And we will probably be judged not by the monuments we build but by those we have destroyed.--Ada Louise Huxtable, "Farewell to Penn Station", New York Times editorial, 30 October 1963 X-Ray Blues
Well, since it would be me in charge, and I haven't been ruined by Star Fleet training I'd....
...equip my crew with body armour
...train my security in projectile weapons, decent close combat and ruthless aggression
...throw the maquis out the airlock
...enforce strict rationing to prolong the ships energy supplies
...trade, steal, butcher and generally use every means at my disposal to get my crew back as quickly and safely as possible.
...throw the prime directive out the airlock
...ask Q for help and laugh at his jokes
...dig up those plans the Enterprise had for eradicating the Borg and use them...
DocHorror wrote:Hmmmm...if I was stuck in the DQ what would i do?
Well, since it would be me in charge, and I haven't been ruined by Star Fleet training I'd....
...equip my crew with body armour
...train my security in projectile weapons, decent close combat and ruthless aggression
...throw the maquis out the airlock
...enforce strict rationing to prolong the ships energy supplies
...trade, steal, butcher and generally use every means at my disposal to get my crew back as quickly and safely as possible.
...throw the prime directive out the airlock
...ask Q for help and laugh at his jokes
...dig up those plans the Enterprise had for eradicating the Borg and use them...
I think all those have been discussed over and over and over and over and over and over and over an...well you get the point.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. I feel so old....People didn't get a goddamned 90210 reference. Excuse me while I kill myself. Red Imperator, cyanide pill? I got plenty.
Chardok wrote:Holy. Fucking. Shit. I feel so old....People didn't get a goddamned 90210 reference. Excuse me while I kill myself. Red Imperator, cyanide pill? I got plenty.
Nah, that's okay. Our best player didn't quit the team to travel the world.
Any city gets what it admires, will pay for, and, ultimately, deserves…We want and deserve tin-can architecture in a tinhorn culture. And we will probably be judged not by the monuments we build but by those we have destroyed.--Ada Louise Huxtable, "Farewell to Penn Station", New York Times editorial, 30 October 1963 X-Ray Blues
Chardok wrote:Holy. Fucking. Shit. I feel so old....People didn't get a goddamned 90210 reference. Excuse me while I kill myself. Red Imperator, cyanide pill? I got plenty.
Excuse me, but not everyone watches TV or knows Beverly Hill's zipcode...
Stubborn as ever - Let's hope it pays off this time.
Chardok wrote:Holy. Fucking. Shit. I feel so old....People didn't get a goddamned 90210 reference. Excuse me while I kill myself. Red Imperator, cyanide pill? I got plenty.
Excuse me, but not everyone watches TV or knows Beverly Hill's zipcode...
Almost any American over a certain age (early 20's or thereabouts) would get the reference. The point is that he (and I) are so old there are now large numbers of people too young to remember the show. Next time you don't get a joke, try not to get so pissy about it.
Any city gets what it admires, will pay for, and, ultimately, deserves…We want and deserve tin-can architecture in a tinhorn culture. And we will probably be judged not by the monuments we build but by those we have destroyed.--Ada Louise Huxtable, "Farewell to Penn Station", New York Times editorial, 30 October 1963 X-Ray Blues
Chardok wrote:Holy. Fucking. Shit. I feel so old....People didn't get a goddamned 90210 reference. Excuse me while I kill myself. Red Imperator, cyanide pill? I got plenty.
I got it, that's a big reason why I thought it was fucking stupid.
Chardok wrote:Holy. Fucking. Shit. I feel so old....People didn't get a goddamned 90210 reference. Excuse me while I kill myself. Red Imperator, cyanide pill? I got plenty.
Nah, that's okay. Our best player didn't quit the team to travel the world.
You don't want to start this here, do you? Do you? Already? I've already been picking on the Col. But we can go....
90210, because the supposedly greatest threat to ever hit Star Trek ends up looking about as threatening as a teen soap opera. I'll also refer to them as mighty morphin' bio-ships, or sad useless gits, depending upon my mood.
As far as the Maquis go, most of them seemed to work out reasonably well in the long term. Getting Torres laid earlier would remove 50+%
of the problems they caused anyway.
RedImperator wrote:What in the everloving name of fuck is the matter with you?
Just very disillusioned with humanity, and since the federation doesn't make my impression of them very better and the wretched scum is STILL around 500 years later I'll of course do my best to exterminate their filth whenever I have the chance. Unfortunately the only force that's able to crush them once and for all is the Dominion, and coupled with the fact that they should have won the war with ease if not for some stupid storyline they are the ones suited best for this task.
Stubborn as ever - Let's hope it pays off this time.
RedImperator wrote:What in the everloving name of fuck is the matter with you?
Just very disillusioned with humanity, and since the federation doesn't make my impression of them very better and the wretched scum is STILL around 500 years later I'll of course do my best to exterminate their filth whenever I have the chance. Unfortunately the only force that's able to crush them once and for all is the Dominion, and coupled with the fact that they should have won the war with ease if not for some stupid storyline they are the ones suited best for this task.
Well, I'm totally stunned that the answer turned out to be nihilistic sociopath horseshit.
Any city gets what it admires, will pay for, and, ultimately, deserves…We want and deserve tin-can architecture in a tinhorn culture. And we will probably be judged not by the monuments we build but by those we have destroyed.--Ada Louise Huxtable, "Farewell to Penn Station", New York Times editorial, 30 October 1963 X-Ray Blues
Nihilistic sociopath horseshit worded in such a way as to leave doubts as to whether the author realizes that Star Trek ain't real and that he himself is human, no less.
I'd convert Voyager to a mobile whore house, using the holodecks ofcourse, people in the DQ would pay top dollar to fuck the braines out of species they didn't know existed before.
Joking. I'd do that afore mentioned cloaking jobbie, but only for emergancies. Priority will be upgrade the warp engines to provide 9.975 for longer at a time. Trade technology to friendlies for better weapons/photon torpedo components. Sell a few shuttle craft, i can replace them buy the next episode My major thing would to be make a straight line for home. No looking a pretty fucking stars or unusual spacial activity. Unless something in the immediate area is gonna endanger my ship leave it the fuck alone. Then once i had 7 of 9 as a crew member, we'll call her 1 of 1 because as another poster mentioned, i'd let 8472 wipe the Borg out, i'd arrange her to be my personal assistant. And i do mean personal. Another gripe is it's get rid of any nonessential personality progreaming for the holo doc. I do not want to see Data part 2 on my ship. He must drain a lot of resources that can be used in other areas.
RedImperator wrote:What in the everloving name of fuck is the matter with you?
Just very disillusioned with humanity, and since the federation doesn't make my impression of them very better and the wretched scum is STILL around 500 years later I'll of course do my best to exterminate their filth whenever I have the chance. Unfortunately the only force that's able to crush them once and for all is the Dominion, and coupled with the fact that they should have won the war with ease if not for some stupid storyline they are the ones suited best for this task.
Disillusioned huh? Tell us what experiences have led you to this thought process both in real life and the Federation itself?
Don't worry about a hijack; threads that start circling the spam drain don't live that long.
Any city gets what it admires, will pay for, and, ultimately, deserves…We want and deserve tin-can architecture in a tinhorn culture. And we will probably be judged not by the monuments we build but by those we have destroyed.--Ada Louise Huxtable, "Farewell to Penn Station", New York Times editorial, 30 October 1963 X-Ray Blues
