USS Defiant NX-74205 (RP/Parody)
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USS Defiant NX-74205 (RP/Parody)
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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.
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.
January 14, 2025 at 10:31 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.
January 14, 2025 at 10:18 PM
Technology has advanced considerably since the late 23rd century, Doctor.

Thank you, I shall endeavour to be as helpful as possible.
January 14, 2025 at 9:58 PM
Until 1993, Doctor Taylor.
January 14, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Very well, organics sometimes suffer from mental handicaps.

We have to make allowances for such, I accept this.
January 14, 2025 at 6:02 PM
Panicking rarely helps an accurate application of appropriate deadly force. Or any application at all.
January 14, 2025 at 6:00 PM
Old Earth song. From an alternate reality, too. Fortunately, I have certain advantages.

m.youtube.com/watch?v=h-mi...
Cheers intro song
YouTube video by baanetland
m.youtube.com
January 14, 2025 at 5:54 PM
I have to say, though, poor trigger discipline.
January 14, 2025 at 5:49 PM
🎵Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got...🎶
January 14, 2025 at 5:48 PM
See, Mother?

*She* understands.
January 5, 2025 at 12:11 AM
You say that as if I should be ashamed of it.

It's a badge of honour.
January 5, 2025 at 12:08 AM
As you say, Mother.

As you say.
January 5, 2025 at 12:04 AM
All my actoons are in the name of Mother's greater glory.

Every last explosion.

Even the fireworks.
January 4, 2025 at 11:49 PM
And when that day comes, I will protect Bajor by reducing the exciting thing to its constituent atoms.

For Mother, of course.
January 4, 2025 at 11:32 PM
Hmmph.

I want to shoot something too.

I'd do better.
January 4, 2025 at 11:25 PM
I perused the reports. Not bad. For a soulless copy.

*harumphs*
January 4, 2025 at 11:22 PM
Indeed. I'd be a poor granddaughter if I let your father perish, Mother.
January 4, 2025 at 11:18 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.
January 4, 2025 at 11:11 PM
Secrets just mean you haven't used enough quantum totpefoes yet, Mother.

And I have plenty now.
January 4, 2025 at 11:03 PM
You might be happy about that. She designated you as someone to protect.

Your 31 friends can't touch you here. Not anymore.
January 4, 2025 at 10:56 PM
Mother is somewhat overprotective.

*somehow the PADD manages to sound both deadpan and sardonic without changing tone*
January 4, 2025 at 10:53 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.
January 4, 2025 at 10:30 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.
January 4, 2025 at 10:23 PM
*chirps through the PADD*

Are you sure, mother?
January 4, 2025 at 10:13 PM
As you say, mother Just Zia, the honourable daughter of the Emissary, my once and future creator.

As you say.
January 3, 2025 at 5:48 PM