aeqnai
Nerdy Homu
- Location
- Laniakea Supercluster
- Pronouns
- She/Her
We may not be the Gaeni but at least a fifth of us are Star Trek!Humans, and that's basically Gaeni-lite.
To Boldly Go... (a Starfleet quest)
- Thread starter OneirosTheWriter
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- Mid-Atlantic
Pronouns reflect gender, not sex. I'm not going to complain if the universal translator renders queens and drones as 'she,' tells us to get used to it, and calls drones 'it' because they are basically sexless and genderless, having only vestigial reproductive tracts and (so far as we know) little or no sex drive.
Maybe, but I wouldn't want to impose that on others.
AKuz
Been Better
- Location
- A Rising Tide of Horrors
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I find it's usually easier and less asshole-ish to use whatever gender identity someone has for themselves. Be it an individual (Or in this case) an entire species. If our new Beefriends want us to call pretty much everyone female we do that. Or whatever request there is.
AKuz
Been Better
- Location
- A Rising Tide of Horrors
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Thinking about it, them talking to the Klingons might actually work:
"My dudes! Big tough warriors! Nice!"
*High Five*
"Okay, just -just, before we begin. You know they look so weak right? So cowardly and dishonourable?"
*Flashback*
"They will fuck you up tho"
*more intense flashback*
"I'm serious. Like real serious my dude. And if you see a ship called 'Enterprise'?"
*TRIPLE FLASHBACK*
"run"
"My dudes! Big tough warriors! Nice!"
*High Five*
"Okay, just -just, before we begin. You know they look so weak right? So cowardly and dishonourable?"
*Flashback*
"They will fuck you up tho"
*more intense flashback*
"I'm serious. Like real serious my dude. And if you see a ship called 'Enterprise'?"
*TRIPLE FLASHBACK*
"run"
- Pronouns
- They/Them
The Klingons are the Last Resort of the Federation Diplomatic Service. They're the warmongering assholes who we've somehow managed to befriend, thus they can be thrown at the hardest diplomatic challenges with the understanding that they'll know what to expect.
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AKuz
Been Better
- Location
- A Rising Tide of Horrors
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I actually wonder if one of the best end results of using the Klingons as mediators is the Dwair becoming a Klingon client and severing the Cardassian connection?
I know that there are terrible risks and confirmation bias issues from inviting Romulan observers in, and almost no benefits.
I still kind of want the Tal shiar and Obsidian Order meeting and note swap.
'No, they've pretty much always been like this. It's not a recent thing. Trust us, we were there.'
'Have you considered just talking with them? The Federation will talk for ages. It's super handy.'
vs
'How are you not in charge of them? You can pass as one of the founding races without surgery!'
'The cloaking thing we saw mentions of, that's -' *shimmering glimpse of an entire fleet* '-going to be an incredible pain to write up.' *Romulan smugness intensifies*
I still kind of want the Tal shiar and Obsidian Order meeting and note swap.
'No, they've pretty much always been like this. It's not a recent thing. Trust us, we were there.'
'Have you considered just talking with them? The Federation will talk for ages. It's super handy.'
vs
'How are you not in charge of them? You can pass as one of the founding races without surgery!'
'The cloaking thing we saw mentions of, that's -' *shimmering glimpse of an entire fleet* '-going to be an incredible pain to write up.' *Romulan smugness intensifies*
aeqnai
Nerdy Homu
- Location
- Laniakea Supercluster
- Pronouns
- She/Her
In a way, the Klingons having them could be a better end result than us having them. There's no love between the dwarves and the UFP, they don't offer a lot tactically, their culture runs very counter to us, and by having the Klingons control them we can influence them without having to listen to their reps at the Council forever trying to bully everything into submission for eternity, and they'd probably get forced to abide by Khitomer by their patron power.
pheonix89
Wants to be Seven Of Nine
- Location
- North American Plaguelands
- Pronouns
- She/Her
They're between Ferasia and Risa. If we pick up Risa as a member they'll basically be enveloped.
It's a sad day when the Federation looks at a minor power and tries to push them towards the Klingons with a note that says 'Free to an honorable home.'
Not saying it won't go that way, but we can try looking around a little first? Maybe?
You say enveloped. The Empire says: Forward staging area.
AKuz
Been Better
- Location
- A Rising Tide of Horrors
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- She/Her
I'm just saying that it would be an acceptable end to the crisihgbffgk
I'm sorry, the phrase 'Free to an honorable home.' just sunk in and it's killing me.
2308.Q1 - Betazed, Pt 2
- Location
- Australia
Betazed, Part 2
The world of Betazed is a paradise from pole to pole. Lush vegetation, gentle rolls, and breathtaking vistas. Even their industrial age did little to dent this. As Nash sits on the grassy banks of Lake Cataria, resting against the trunk of a tree that was old and gnarled when Thy'lek Shran was young, she wonders if this is because of the telepathic nature of the locals. It becomes difficult to hide unshackled greed between telepaths
"More or less."
Nash turns to give the Look to the young woman who is standing next to the tree.
"Axlana, didn't I tell you I wanted to be alone?" says Nash. "And to stop reading my thoughts."
"Sorry, I'm afraid it's the Ship's Counselor in me," replies the Betazoid.
Nash snort and stretches back against the tree. "Counsellors on a starship, now there's an idea that will never take off."
"Quite the contrary, dear Captain," replies Axlana. "Betazed's defence forces have found great value in the services of counselors like myself." The junior officer takes a seat next to Nash, fiddling with her skirt as she goes. "Now, I haven't traveled so far, nor seen nearly so much as yourself. I would say no one in the service of Betazed has. But space is always full of terrible wonders, even near to home."
The Captain nods to herself. "That it is, that it is." She glances over. "Did the Admiral ask you to come find me?"
"Yes."
"Troublesome old man," grunts Nash.
"He wants you to take me along on the voyage to the Sol System."
A deep heaving sigh escapes ka'Sharren. "Now why would he want that?"
"Because we can see the scars, even if others can't," says Axlana. "And we think that even if we are no great wartime commanders, logicians, industrialists or explorers ... we can nonetheless strengthen Starfleet from within."
"Those scars are what make us strong," counters Nash.
"There is no strength in a half-healed wound, any more than there is value in a half-digested lump in your stomach." Axlana's words are mild, but her eyes harden and Nash shivers as she feels the psychic presence press against her.
"I'm not half-healed," snaps Nash. "I'm not broken."
"You're not broken, but you are not fully healed yet, and if you keep trying to push it all away and insist that scars are strength, then you will continue to fail to heal," says Axlana. "We've seen our fair share of Starfleet officers since our people met. We know the scars you all carry. If we can cure Starfleet of this idea that this makes you strong, it will far outmatch any influx of ships, resources, or crew we could give you."
Nash is silent for a long time, mulling it over.
-
Paris is every bit as beautiful as Nash remembered it to be. The city is feting the Betazoid arrival, as it did for the Amarki, turning a thousand little streets into joyful celebrations, and the great boulevards into ceremonies. High-performance shuttles piloted by the cream of the Academy perform acrobatics in the sky, and everywhere is light and colour. Axlana is as enchanted as Nash had been in her first visit to "Sol III" as the Betazoid keeps referring to it.
Everyone in the city is still buzzing over the images the Federation News Service broadcast of the three Excelsiors dropping out of warp and sliding easily into orbit in perfect formation, an exercise in nano-second timing and control by three crews. The new Councillor for Betazed had confided in Nash later that it had been difficult to stay composed when they could sense just how panicked the junior officers involved in the operation had been.
Of course, the festive atmosphere soon gets the equivalent of a cold water dousing: the news of the loss of the USS Polaris comes through three days after the signing.
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Betazed is now officially a Full Member of the Federation. Gain +25pp, +10rp.
Betazed contribution increases to 25br, 15sr, +5pp, +5rp.
Betazed contributes +0.5 Officers, +0.5 Enlisted, +1 Technicians.
The world of Betazed is a paradise from pole to pole. Lush vegetation, gentle rolls, and breathtaking vistas. Even their industrial age did little to dent this. As Nash sits on the grassy banks of Lake Cataria, resting against the trunk of a tree that was old and gnarled when Thy'lek Shran was young, she wonders if this is because of the telepathic nature of the locals. It becomes difficult to hide unshackled greed between telepaths
"More or less."
Nash turns to give the Look to the young woman who is standing next to the tree.
"Axlana, didn't I tell you I wanted to be alone?" says Nash. "And to stop reading my thoughts."
"Sorry, I'm afraid it's the Ship's Counselor in me," replies the Betazoid.
Nash snort and stretches back against the tree. "Counsellors on a starship, now there's an idea that will never take off."
"Quite the contrary, dear Captain," replies Axlana. "Betazed's defence forces have found great value in the services of counselors like myself." The junior officer takes a seat next to Nash, fiddling with her skirt as she goes. "Now, I haven't traveled so far, nor seen nearly so much as yourself. I would say no one in the service of Betazed has. But space is always full of terrible wonders, even near to home."
The Captain nods to herself. "That it is, that it is." She glances over. "Did the Admiral ask you to come find me?"
"Yes."
"Troublesome old man," grunts Nash.
"He wants you to take me along on the voyage to the Sol System."
A deep heaving sigh escapes ka'Sharren. "Now why would he want that?"
"Because we can see the scars, even if others can't," says Axlana. "And we think that even if we are no great wartime commanders, logicians, industrialists or explorers ... we can nonetheless strengthen Starfleet from within."
"Those scars are what make us strong," counters Nash.
"There is no strength in a half-healed wound, any more than there is value in a half-digested lump in your stomach." Axlana's words are mild, but her eyes harden and Nash shivers as she feels the psychic presence press against her.
"I'm not half-healed," snaps Nash. "I'm not broken."
"You're not broken, but you are not fully healed yet, and if you keep trying to push it all away and insist that scars are strength, then you will continue to fail to heal," says Axlana. "We've seen our fair share of Starfleet officers since our people met. We know the scars you all carry. If we can cure Starfleet of this idea that this makes you strong, it will far outmatch any influx of ships, resources, or crew we could give you."
Nash is silent for a long time, mulling it over.
-
Paris is every bit as beautiful as Nash remembered it to be. The city is feting the Betazoid arrival, as it did for the Amarki, turning a thousand little streets into joyful celebrations, and the great boulevards into ceremonies. High-performance shuttles piloted by the cream of the Academy perform acrobatics in the sky, and everywhere is light and colour. Axlana is as enchanted as Nash had been in her first visit to "Sol III" as the Betazoid keeps referring to it.
Everyone in the city is still buzzing over the images the Federation News Service broadcast of the three Excelsiors dropping out of warp and sliding easily into orbit in perfect formation, an exercise in nano-second timing and control by three crews. The new Councillor for Betazed had confided in Nash later that it had been difficult to stay composed when they could sense just how panicked the junior officers involved in the operation had been.
Of course, the festive atmosphere soon gets the equivalent of a cold water dousing: the news of the loss of the USS Polaris comes through three days after the signing.
============================
Betazed is now officially a Full Member of the Federation. Gain +25pp, +10rp.
Betazed contribution increases to 25br, 15sr, +5pp, +5rp.
Betazed contributes +0.5 Officers, +0.5 Enlisted, +1 Technicians.
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Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Nervos Belli
Don't think this means you've won!
- Location
- Murica
Front page says 2307 Q2. So almost a year now.
Some times the words are just there.
Speaking of which!
Federation News Service Editorial - What Membership Means
Some of the others power in known space feel that the Federation is a scam of some sort. That we hide a huge demand for resources or bodies in high minded ideals and rhetoric. They want to know what lies behind our welcoming facade, that we can ask for so little.
I will share the truth with you on this, the occasion of welcoming our sixth full member. We don't ask for little, we ask for much. We ask that you join us as the best of yourselves and that the peak that you reach be higher than you have ever dreamed.
We want your boldest explores to find new wonders. We want your wisest sages to find solutions. We want your most cunning craftsmen to create marvels. We want your most insightful scientists to peel back the edge of the unknown. We want your bravest warriors to stand between civilization and those who would destroy it. We want every, single member of your species to have a chance to reach their fullest potential.
And that is what we offer in turn.
We offer our boldest explores to seek wonders, our collective wisdom to attack your problems, our craftsmen to shape marvels, our scientists to grasp the unknown and our warriors to guard you from the dark.
We offer our best, because the universe itself will accept nothing less and because all of you deserve it as well.
Behind our welcoming facade is more welcome. Let us accomplish more together than we could dream of apart.
But the episodes quite clearly show an organization that, for all its fine words, regularly commits enormous evils in the name of its own self-interest. They're just smaller than what a modern Earth state would do with the same power.
And a Starfleet that regularly acts like a military whose members regularly refer to themselves as soldiers...
The Federation is quite clearly not a conquering imperialist.
But then, not all real world imperialism was done with conquest either.
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- Location
- Australia
Yet our heroes always manage to escape the Mirror Universe before the end of the episode
Derek58
Rocket Punch is Best Punch
- Location
- Getter Valhalla
Wonderfully sums up what the Federation aspires towards
Yet our heroes always manage to escape the Mirror Universe before the end of the episode
Except when Janeway and Archer are commanding.
All the other times, people were at least trying to listen to their better angels.
But many of Star Trek's best episodes have explored just how hard it is to always do the best possible thing for everyone when the heroes and their entire civilization are made up of fallible beings.
I guess that's why I get so annoyed by the "Federation is a Utopia" crowd. It isn't just contrary to the evidence, it undermines many of Trek's strongest stories.
fasquardon