USS Defiant NX-74205 (RP/Parody)
@ussdefiant-nx74205.bsky.social
Star Trek roleplay only.
Not sure what's going to happen on this one. Might repurpose to a different character.
No DMs. Nothing but Star Trek.
Not sure what's going to happen on this one. Might repurpose to a different character.
No DMs. Nothing but Star Trek.
History records you already have, Doctor. I personally really appreciate it.
But I suppose that based on your comments, you're still in the write-up phase of your initial research, subjectively speaking.
But I suppose that based on your comments, you're still in the write-up phase of your initial research, subjectively speaking.
January 14, 2025 at 10:31 PM
History records you already have, Doctor. I personally really appreciate it.
But I suppose that based on your comments, you're still in the write-up phase of your initial research, subjectively speaking.
But I suppose that based on your comments, you're still in the write-up phase of your initial research, subjectively speaking.
Based on historical documentation, your research on whale navigational senses has been instrumental to several longrange sensor mapping improvements.
You made immense contributions to science.
You made immense contributions to science.
January 14, 2025 at 10:18 PM
Based on historical documentation, your research on whale navigational senses has been instrumental to several longrange sensor mapping improvements.
You made immense contributions to science.
You made immense contributions to science.
Technology has advanced considerably since the late 23rd century, Doctor.
Thank you, I shall endeavour to be as helpful as possible.
Thank you, I shall endeavour to be as helpful as possible.
January 14, 2025 at 9:58 PM
Technology has advanced considerably since the late 23rd century, Doctor.
Thank you, I shall endeavour to be as helpful as possible.
Thank you, I shall endeavour to be as helpful as possible.
Until 1993, Doctor Taylor.
January 14, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Until 1993, Doctor Taylor.
Very well, organics sometimes suffer from mental handicaps.
We have to make allowances for such, I accept this.
We have to make allowances for such, I accept this.
January 14, 2025 at 6:02 PM
Very well, organics sometimes suffer from mental handicaps.
We have to make allowances for such, I accept this.
We have to make allowances for such, I accept this.
Panicking rarely helps an accurate application of appropriate deadly force. Or any application at all.
January 14, 2025 at 6:00 PM
Panicking rarely helps an accurate application of appropriate deadly force. Or any application at all.
Old Earth song. From an alternate reality, too. Fortunately, I have certain advantages.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=h-mi...
m.youtube.com/watch?v=h-mi...
Cheers intro song
YouTube video by baanetland
m.youtube.com
January 14, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Old Earth song. From an alternate reality, too. Fortunately, I have certain advantages.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=h-mi...
m.youtube.com/watch?v=h-mi...
I have to say, though, poor trigger discipline.
January 14, 2025 at 5:49 PM
I have to say, though, poor trigger discipline.
🎵Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got...🎶
January 14, 2025 at 5:48 PM
🎵Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got...🎶
See, Mother?
*She* understands.
*She* understands.
January 5, 2025 at 12:11 AM
See, Mother?
*She* understands.
*She* understands.
You say that as if I should be ashamed of it.
It's a badge of honour.
It's a badge of honour.
January 5, 2025 at 12:08 AM
You say that as if I should be ashamed of it.
It's a badge of honour.
It's a badge of honour.
As you say, Mother.
As you say.
As you say.
January 5, 2025 at 12:04 AM
As you say, Mother.
As you say.
As you say.
All my actoons are in the name of Mother's greater glory.
Every last explosion.
Even the fireworks.
Every last explosion.
Even the fireworks.
January 4, 2025 at 11:49 PM
All my actoons are in the name of Mother's greater glory.
Every last explosion.
Even the fireworks.
Every last explosion.
Even the fireworks.
And when that day comes, I will protect Bajor by reducing the exciting thing to its constituent atoms.
For Mother, of course.
For Mother, of course.
January 4, 2025 at 11:32 PM
And when that day comes, I will protect Bajor by reducing the exciting thing to its constituent atoms.
For Mother, of course.
For Mother, of course.
Hmmph.
I want to shoot something too.
I'd do better.
I want to shoot something too.
I'd do better.
January 4, 2025 at 11:25 PM
Hmmph.
I want to shoot something too.
I'd do better.
I want to shoot something too.
I'd do better.
I perused the reports. Not bad. For a soulless copy.
*harumphs*
*harumphs*
January 4, 2025 at 11:22 PM
I perused the reports. Not bad. For a soulless copy.
*harumphs*
*harumphs*
Indeed. I'd be a poor granddaughter if I let your father perish, Mother.
January 4, 2025 at 11:18 PM
Indeed. I'd be a poor granddaughter if I let your father perish, Mother.
I *am* Defiant now, Intendant. For all intents and purposes, it is impossible to separate me from the ship.
I suppose decommissioning my body might do the trick.
I suppose decommissioning my body might do the trick.
January 4, 2025 at 11:11 PM
I *am* Defiant now, Intendant. For all intents and purposes, it is impossible to separate me from the ship.
I suppose decommissioning my body might do the trick.
I suppose decommissioning my body might do the trick.
Secrets just mean you haven't used enough quantum totpefoes yet, Mother.
And I have plenty now.
And I have plenty now.
January 4, 2025 at 11:03 PM
Secrets just mean you haven't used enough quantum totpefoes yet, Mother.
And I have plenty now.
And I have plenty now.
You might be happy about that. She designated you as someone to protect.
Your 31 friends can't touch you here. Not anymore.
Your 31 friends can't touch you here. Not anymore.
January 4, 2025 at 10:56 PM
You might be happy about that. She designated you as someone to protect.
Your 31 friends can't touch you here. Not anymore.
Your 31 friends can't touch you here. Not anymore.
Mother is somewhat overprotective.
*somehow the PADD manages to sound both deadpan and sardonic without changing tone*
*somehow the PADD manages to sound both deadpan and sardonic without changing tone*
January 4, 2025 at 10:53 PM
Mother is somewhat overprotective.
*somehow the PADD manages to sound both deadpan and sardonic without changing tone*
*somehow the PADD manages to sound both deadpan and sardonic without changing tone*
It's complicated. I don't quite understand myself, and I've devoted several quintillion processing cycles to this subject.
Suffice to say, mother decided I should exist in the now, rather than a possible future that never would be.
I am Fia, aka Mr. Blinky, mother's firstborn.
Suffice to say, mother decided I should exist in the now, rather than a possible future that never would be.
I am Fia, aka Mr. Blinky, mother's firstborn.
January 4, 2025 at 10:30 PM
It's complicated. I don't quite understand myself, and I've devoted several quintillion processing cycles to this subject.
Suffice to say, mother decided I should exist in the now, rather than a possible future that never would be.
I am Fia, aka Mr. Blinky, mother's firstborn.
Suffice to say, mother decided I should exist in the now, rather than a possible future that never would be.
I am Fia, aka Mr. Blinky, mother's firstborn.
To be fair, I'm adopted. Or will be, if I understand things correctly.
A pleasure to meet you, Intendant. My apologies for my current state. I'm... Incognito.
A pleasure to meet you, Intendant. My apologies for my current state. I'm... Incognito.
January 4, 2025 at 10:23 PM
To be fair, I'm adopted. Or will be, if I understand things correctly.
A pleasure to meet you, Intendant. My apologies for my current state. I'm... Incognito.
A pleasure to meet you, Intendant. My apologies for my current state. I'm... Incognito.
*chirps through the PADD*
Are you sure, mother?
Are you sure, mother?
January 4, 2025 at 10:13 PM
*chirps through the PADD*
Are you sure, mother?
Are you sure, mother?
As you say, mother Just Zia, the honourable daughter of the Emissary, my once and future creator.
As you say.
As you say.
January 3, 2025 at 5:48 PM
As you say, mother Just Zia, the honourable daughter of the Emissary, my once and future creator.
As you say.
As you say.