The Voyage Without
- Thread starter Hiver
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- Location
- England
The character arc of the EMH was his struggle to become more human and become accepted as more than just a program.
Zephyr's character arc is going to be becoming accepting of Neelix and getting used to his stink.
Fossils aren't good at showing hair. There isn't really a consensus on it, but furry dinosaurs are as likely as not.
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- Location
- Elsewhere
"For the last time. We aren't gathering dinosaurs!"
- Location
- Arizona
"But Commander, it followed me home. Can't I keep it?"
Furry dinosaurs? No way. Fluffy, sure; some of them probably had fluffy feathers, but they were much closer to birds than mammals.
- Location
- Somewhere North of south
Zephyr: "On the bright side I no longer have to consume rations on this trip."
KillerFish
Grumpy Owl, Bird Lawyer
"I see your offer of magic beans for our warp-core. I shall leave you with our dragon until your deal is less lopsided, and actually gives us what we want. Do feel free to ask him about his last hunting trip, I believe we have the video of him taking down a T-Rex, and he kept the skull as a trophy."
I don't know, realistically we have no idea what dinosaurs looked like. Have you ever seen a hippo reconstruction done by someone who "reconstructed" dinosaurs? Someone gave them a hippo skull, and told them it was a new dinosaur found. The recreation looked absolutely nothing like a hippo.
See exhibit A:
A recreation of a baboon using only its skeleton by a paleontologist.
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Or Exhibit B:
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- Omniverse #1345
That's actually surprisingly close if you just add fur.
Problem with the Hippo is missing lips, which we have no idea if dinosaurs had or not.
I don't mean in terms of morphology, I mean genetically. We know that birds are directly descended from the theropod dinosaurs, and that mammals split off way, way earlier.I don't know, realistically we have no idea what dinosaurs looked like. Have you ever seen a hippo reconstruction done by someone who "reconstructed" dinosaurs? Someone gave them a hippo skull, and told them it was a new dinosaur found. The recreation looked absolutely nothing like a hippo.
See exhibit A:
A recreation of a baboon using only its skeleton by a paleontologist.
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Or Exhibit B:
- Location
- Australia
This chapter made me wonder... So, how exactly does being a freaking Dragon impact when the Hirogen rock up? Apologies if this has already been discussed to death.
But they are all about the Hunt right? I think Voyager only survived at one point because the holo emitters made the ship a one stop ship for novelty hunting scenarios.
Would they give up on in-person hunting and just blow the ship? Would they double down and we hope Voyager survives non-stop rampage dragon?
Also how on earth does a story with this much attention get so little commentary? Is it primarily posted on a different site where most of the discussion occurs or something?
But they are all about the Hunt right? I think Voyager only survived at one point because the holo emitters made the ship a one stop ship for novelty hunting scenarios.
Would they give up on in-person hunting and just blow the ship? Would they double down and we hope Voyager survives non-stop rampage dragon?
Also how on earth does a story with this much attention get so little commentary? Is it primarily posted on a different site where most of the discussion occurs or something?
Crazael
Rehydrated Demon King
- Location
- Lost to the vagaries of time.
I remember there being some pretty good evidence that at least some kinds of dinosaurs (theropods, I think) did.
I would not expect them to succeed in setting up the the killing game plot.
26
I shifted course slightly, adjusting my glide angle.
The deer thing made squeaking sounds and started to bounce away as it spotted me. It clearly was not used to escaping from flying predators.
I snatched it from the air mid leap, adjusting the position of my wings to take the additional weight and started to climb towards the sky as my claws cut through flesh and bone.
Banking around, I started to regain altitude back towards the camp.
The two days spent on this planet had been pretty enjoyable and the hunting was easy. The proto-deer had no clue how to deal with me and didn't seem to learn either. At the start I tried to land on them, but I soon learned to just time it to grab them mid jump.
No need trying to take off carrying a dead deer when I could just start in the air, way easier and faster. They tasted pretty good too, it was such a waste to put them in the hopper back at camp to be turned into emergency predator food packs and replicator slurry.
I need to try to bring one back intact for a replicator scan, that way I can have one anytime I like.
Maybe if I try stunning the next one instead of snatching it, that way I can bring it back alive and get the best possible scan.
Yes. That's a plan.
We don't have a food grade replicator big enough, but I'm sure I can rig something up. They're not that complex machines.
I swept over the camp before banking in a lazy S curve as I turned around, bleeding off speed before coming in for landing inside of the protecting forcefield fence. Picking the proto-deer up in my jaws, I headed for the processing tent.
Ensign Kim no longer turned slightly green when I approached, which was likely good but less amusing.
He motioned towards the machine set up outside the tent, "Hoppers free, sir."
I nodded and dropped the proto-deer in. The hatch closed and there was a humming sound as the... actually it's the same mechanism as a replicator... started to disassemble the animal into its various molecules.
I snorted, "Such a waste."
He frowned, "How do you mean?"
"Turning good meat into the same replicated stuff as everything else," I said and licked some blood off my muzzle, "Efficient, yes. Effective, yes. But they're good eating as is."
"Soon we won't need to hunt them at all, the algae we're growing in hydroponics produce plenty of protein," He said and focused on his tablet, "In a month or two we should reach a critical mass."
I nodded, "I suppose," I admitted, "And the other plants?"
"A bit longer, but they're coming along. It's good for morale to have non-replicated food around. And for our energy reserves." he said, "Kes is doing a really good job. "
"Yes she is," I said and stretched my wings a bit before folding them again, "How are we doing on supplies?"
Kim glanced on his tablet, "About three quarters. We're almost good on replicator feed, but we have a lot of supplies to ship back to the ships. The shuttles are on the way to load another set of those strange roots."
I eyed a large container that seemed filled to the brim by some sort of root Neelix insisted was a good source of food.
I was dubious. But I wasn't going to be eating it, and it scanned as non-toxic, so... worst case, we drop them into the recycler.
That gave me an idea however, "The food grade storage containers have a cooling element, don't they?"
"Yes, they can bring the contents down to negative forty celsius if necessary. Why?"
"I'm going to need one, I'm going to fill it with deer," I told him, "Emergency supply."
"I'm sure we can spare one, Lieutenant," he said and tapped on his tablet. He was slightly green again.
Well, he's new, he'll learn.
"Hey!"
I looked over, seeing Dinah and a group of gatherers approaching, escorting a cargosled piled high with some sort of purple fruit. Connecting to the net with my helmet, I turned off the section of fence they were approaching and moved to meet them.
"How did it go?" I asked.
Dinah shrugged, letting her compression rifle hang from its sling, "Went fine, some bitey things as you call them tried to nose about, but some phasers set on stun brought them down. None of the real big ones though, smaller quadruped ones."
"No F-rex on the sensor grid," I agreed, "But still, be careful."
I had dropped some sensor pods on a flight around the general area. Anything larger than me approaching sent out an alert to everybody.
"Don't want to run into a Faux Rex," Dinah admitted, "With my luck, it'd be phaser resistant."
"Maybe you should look into a projectile weapon. Phaser resistance is rare, immunity to just focused kinetic energy even more so."
Dinah grinned and reached up to redo the bob of black hair on her head, "What, one of those ancient elephant guns?"
"I was more thinking of a military caliber battle rifle, something from world war three or so, but sure," I agreed, "Or something more modern. Most space faring civilizations mostly use energy weapons for a reason, but I'm sure there is a place for a kinetic slugthrower in our arsenal."
"There actually are a few modern projectile weapons," Dinah mused, "I know TDD has a precision long range railgun. I don't think we have the plans for it in the database, but I have to check. Because you're right, it would be good if we had a few options if necessary, especially out here. We're in unknown space, for all we know phaser resistance is common out here."
I nodded, "If you don't find anything that fits, send me the requirements and I'll see what can be done. I'm sure I'll have the time to look at it sometime during the next fifty years."
She grinned, "I'll do that. How are you looking for food?"
"Replicator feed is about done, I'm going to see what I can snatch to put in a cooling container. Emergency rations."
That raised an eyebrow, "You know, we will just replicate emergency rations, right?"
"...Alright, it's mostly if I get snacky. I ate one and it was good."
Dinah shook her head and reached up to pat the end of my snout, "You do you, Zeph. Just keep safe, I don't like anyone wandering around out there on their own."
"I'm armed and a dragon," I said, pulling myself up to my full height, "There is nothing on this planet that can endanger me."
"Just keep an eye out, I don't want to find out you were wrong and an F-Rex managed to sneak up on you," She said with a small frown.
I snorted at her but nodded, "Of course."
"And don't eat too many deer, you'll make yourself sick."
"...Yes mother..." I grumbled and bumped her shoulder with my nose before carefully backing off and moving to somewhere I could take off again.
Critical resupply done, time to fill the snack box.
The deer thing made squeaking sounds and started to bounce away as it spotted me. It clearly was not used to escaping from flying predators.
I snatched it from the air mid leap, adjusting the position of my wings to take the additional weight and started to climb towards the sky as my claws cut through flesh and bone.
Banking around, I started to regain altitude back towards the camp.
The two days spent on this planet had been pretty enjoyable and the hunting was easy. The proto-deer had no clue how to deal with me and didn't seem to learn either. At the start I tried to land on them, but I soon learned to just time it to grab them mid jump.
No need trying to take off carrying a dead deer when I could just start in the air, way easier and faster. They tasted pretty good too, it was such a waste to put them in the hopper back at camp to be turned into emergency predator food packs and replicator slurry.
I need to try to bring one back intact for a replicator scan, that way I can have one anytime I like.
Maybe if I try stunning the next one instead of snatching it, that way I can bring it back alive and get the best possible scan.
Yes. That's a plan.
We don't have a food grade replicator big enough, but I'm sure I can rig something up. They're not that complex machines.
I swept over the camp before banking in a lazy S curve as I turned around, bleeding off speed before coming in for landing inside of the protecting forcefield fence. Picking the proto-deer up in my jaws, I headed for the processing tent.
Ensign Kim no longer turned slightly green when I approached, which was likely good but less amusing.
He motioned towards the machine set up outside the tent, "Hoppers free, sir."
I nodded and dropped the proto-deer in. The hatch closed and there was a humming sound as the... actually it's the same mechanism as a replicator... started to disassemble the animal into its various molecules.
I snorted, "Such a waste."
He frowned, "How do you mean?"
"Turning good meat into the same replicated stuff as everything else," I said and licked some blood off my muzzle, "Efficient, yes. Effective, yes. But they're good eating as is."
"Soon we won't need to hunt them at all, the algae we're growing in hydroponics produce plenty of protein," He said and focused on his tablet, "In a month or two we should reach a critical mass."
I nodded, "I suppose," I admitted, "And the other plants?"
"A bit longer, but they're coming along. It's good for morale to have non-replicated food around. And for our energy reserves." he said, "Kes is doing a really good job. "
"Yes she is," I said and stretched my wings a bit before folding them again, "How are we doing on supplies?"
Kim glanced on his tablet, "About three quarters. We're almost good on replicator feed, but we have a lot of supplies to ship back to the ships. The shuttles are on the way to load another set of those strange roots."
I eyed a large container that seemed filled to the brim by some sort of root Neelix insisted was a good source of food.
I was dubious. But I wasn't going to be eating it, and it scanned as non-toxic, so... worst case, we drop them into the recycler.
That gave me an idea however, "The food grade storage containers have a cooling element, don't they?"
"Yes, they can bring the contents down to negative forty celsius if necessary. Why?"
"I'm going to need one, I'm going to fill it with deer," I told him, "Emergency supply."
"I'm sure we can spare one, Lieutenant," he said and tapped on his tablet. He was slightly green again.
Well, he's new, he'll learn.
"Hey!"
I looked over, seeing Dinah and a group of gatherers approaching, escorting a cargosled piled high with some sort of purple fruit. Connecting to the net with my helmet, I turned off the section of fence they were approaching and moved to meet them.
"How did it go?" I asked.
Dinah shrugged, letting her compression rifle hang from its sling, "Went fine, some bitey things as you call them tried to nose about, but some phasers set on stun brought them down. None of the real big ones though, smaller quadruped ones."
"No F-rex on the sensor grid," I agreed, "But still, be careful."
I had dropped some sensor pods on a flight around the general area. Anything larger than me approaching sent out an alert to everybody.
"Don't want to run into a Faux Rex," Dinah admitted, "With my luck, it'd be phaser resistant."
"Maybe you should look into a projectile weapon. Phaser resistance is rare, immunity to just focused kinetic energy even more so."
Dinah grinned and reached up to redo the bob of black hair on her head, "What, one of those ancient elephant guns?"
"I was more thinking of a military caliber battle rifle, something from world war three or so, but sure," I agreed, "Or something more modern. Most space faring civilizations mostly use energy weapons for a reason, but I'm sure there is a place for a kinetic slugthrower in our arsenal."
"There actually are a few modern projectile weapons," Dinah mused, "I know TDD has a precision long range railgun. I don't think we have the plans for it in the database, but I have to check. Because you're right, it would be good if we had a few options if necessary, especially out here. We're in unknown space, for all we know phaser resistance is common out here."
I nodded, "If you don't find anything that fits, send me the requirements and I'll see what can be done. I'm sure I'll have the time to look at it sometime during the next fifty years."
She grinned, "I'll do that. How are you looking for food?"
"Replicator feed is about done, I'm going to see what I can snatch to put in a cooling container. Emergency rations."
That raised an eyebrow, "You know, we will just replicate emergency rations, right?"
"...Alright, it's mostly if I get snacky. I ate one and it was good."
Dinah shook her head and reached up to pat the end of my snout, "You do you, Zeph. Just keep safe, I don't like anyone wandering around out there on their own."
"I'm armed and a dragon," I said, pulling myself up to my full height, "There is nothing on this planet that can endanger me."
"Just keep an eye out, I don't want to find out you were wrong and an F-Rex managed to sneak up on you," She said with a small frown.
I snorted at her but nodded, "Of course."
"And don't eat too many deer, you'll make yourself sick."
"...Yes mother..." I grumbled and bumped her shoulder with my nose before carefully backing off and moving to somewhere I could take off again.
Critical resupply done, time to fill the snack box.
Zephyr, you're an engineer, didn't they teach you about taunting Murphy?
Well there wasn't, but then you had to go and say that. There's a very confused pack of flying F-Rexes nearby now, wondering how they became sapient flying pack hunters instead of solitary groundbound scavengers.
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It just proves he's becoming an experienced engineer.
New Engineers try to avoid invoking Murphy in hopes he won't appear.
Old Engineers know Murphy will show up anyway and taunt him in hopes he'll turn up early enough that you'll still have time to fix things before the release.
*Hits reply to make fun of Rihtan.*
*Realizes he's actually done this before.*
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Saphire
Lurking dragon
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I'll eat a hat if they aren't a biological threat that grows exponentially and very very quickly. Plant monster of the week, anyone?
- Location
- Orbit
expected scene the first time Zephyr brought home one of the deer:
Dinah: "Oh hey, Zeph's back... what's that he's carrying?"
*Zephyr lands with a heavy thump, carrying a weird deer-like creature in his muzzle*
Zephyr: "vif if fom forfa feer freafure!"
Dinah: "awesome, you can put that in the hopper, it'll make a well-needed addition to our supplies!"
Zephyr: ...
Dinah: ...
Zephyr: "Rrrrrr...."
Dinah: *sigh* "again? drop it! drooppp iiittt!"
Zephyr: "RRRRrrrRRRRrr!!"
Dinah: "Oh hey, Zeph's back... what's that he's carrying?"
*Zephyr lands with a heavy thump, carrying a weird deer-like creature in his muzzle*
Zephyr: "vif if fom forfa feer freafure!"
Dinah: "awesome, you can put that in the hopper, it'll make a well-needed addition to our supplies!"
Zephyr: ...
Dinah: ...
Zephyr: "Rrrrrr...."
Dinah: *sigh* "again? drop it! drooppp iiittt!"
Zephyr: "RRRRrrrRRRRrr!!"