Star Trek (again) Comment about the movie + random fic (not about the movie)
Yeah, I know my previous entry was about the movie too... XD
I'm re-posting a comment I made in dingogrrl 's journal, just for the fun of it.
SPOILERS:
The whole movie looked to me like some trekkie made a fanfiction and said:
"Look, it would be so cool if we made this an AU, but we still kept the important personality traits of the characters. And then we add the time travel! Not like they did it ST:Enterprise, though!"
Trekkie nr. 2: "No, of course not! Enterprise was a flop after the first season. Let's kill Archer's dog in protest!"
Trekkie nr. 1: "Yes, let's do that! Or we could teleport it somewhere, so we don't get protests from PETA! And then we could make fun of every silly thing in Star Trek and make it look cool, like the redshirts. Or we could make fun of the 'secrets' from Jurassic Trek, like Uhura's first name. Then we throw in random references to borg technology, stuff from movies and all the series...."
Trekkie nr. 2: "Man, this is going to ROCK!"
Trekkie nr. 1: "Yeah, man! Let's do it! We can revive the whole franchise!"
Random bit of info: Anton Yelchin, the actor who played Chekov in the movie, has a role in Terminator Salvation too.
THE FIC (no spoilers):
I wrote it some time ago, because a friend asked me to (and he realized only later that he can't use it).
It's around 1000 words in length. The prompt was this picture, and the text should include something about the planet.
I'm basically posting it because I went trough the pain of writing it, and I think it's only fair that someone should go trough the pain of reading it. ;) Intended as a humorous fic. Inspired by TEH MAGNIFICENT FERENGI (though you won't find them in the fic) and DATA.
THE RED PLANET
Ensign Nat was bending over the control panel. “A low but unstable subspace field is interacting with the storm and causing an unusual electromagnetic interference. The interference has in turn overcharged the plasma containment solenoid and burned it out. I can’t even close the door.”
Wrinkling her forehead, Kelly looked at the android. “And that means?”
Suvark lifted his brows. “We are unable to take off with the shuttle.”
Nat began:
“The storm is emitting a high dosage of phased electromagnetic waves, and it interferes with the f-f-f-functioning of the c-c-c…”
“Circuits,” said Suvark.
As soon as he said that, sparks, smoke, and buzzing sounds were filling the interior of the vehicle.
“Out, leave the shuttle!” Kelly cried, and they ran out again, into the rain and the wilderness of abandoned buildings and alien trees.
They took refuge inside of a building - the one they have been exploring before the storm had begun. The inscriptions on the walls were overrun by vegetation, and part of the roof was missing, allowing the raindrops to hit the floor in constant waves.
“I never liked the beta quadrant,” said Kelly. “What exactly happened?”
The android took a few seconds before responding. “There were signs of unusual electromagnetic activity inside the storm,” he merely repeated.
“That would explain the readings of the vegetation and animals,” said Suvark, looking at his tricorder. “They are accustomed for electromagnetic fluctuation. The civilization that ruled this planet must have either traveled away or perished.”
Kelly tried her best to suppress a groan. “Are we stuck on this deserted planet, that means?”
“No signal will get trough the atmosphere right n-n-now. We will have to wait until the storm passes, and then I’ll try to repair the damage to the s-s-s-shuttle. If I don’t…” The android went silent.
“Nat?”
“We have a lot of free time. I love to listen to music in my free time. I have read the journals of commander Data on the subject and I find them fascinating. I have consequently downloaded into my memory cells a vast collection of musical pieces from all over the galaxy.”
“Nat?” Kelly repeated, while the android hastened to explain the subtle line between living and non-living, and the effect of music and pets on humanity, and all other things Kelly didn’t wish to hear at this very instant.
“That’s…fascinating,” she said, “but…” She looked at Suvark, who was playing with his tricorder, pretending not to hear.
Or maybe he really didn’t hear. “The tricorder isn’t functioning anymore either,” he said as he lifted his face.
Kelly nodded. “Nat, can you try to repair it?”
No answer.
“Nat?”
The android took a step forward and staggered.
“Must be affecting him too,” Suvark said in a whisper.
“He seems drunk,” Kelly whispered back.
As Nat tottered toward them, waving his arms to the left and right, and contorting his artificial facial muscles, Kelly grabbed her phaser.
“Be careful,” she said to Suvark.
Nat already fell down and closed his eyes, though.
“Poor Nat. Well, at least androids don’t sing when they’re drunk,” she said, putting her phaser back.
A spark sprung from the Nat’s head then, and music, Beethoven’s fifth symphony, began to play.
“A part of his vast musical collection that he’s downloaded into his memory cells, undoubtedly,” Suvark said.
His voice was calm, and his face was calm, but Kelly knew enough of half-Vulcans to read the sentence as “How very amusing.”
“This doesn’t count as singing,” she said.
As the music went on, now louder, now lower, she wondered:
“Can this electrosomething instability affect us too?”
“I wouldn’t know. It depends on the time we’ll be exposed to the radiation. I could calculate the exact percentage of damage to our cells, if only my tricorder were working.”
“Or if our engineer were conscious.” Kelly sighed. “Is there any way you could repair the tricorder?”
Suvark shook his head. “I doubt it.”
Then he hit the device with the other hand. Twice.
Kelly jumped up. “What are you doing?”
“On Vulcan, we call it ‘the human approach’,” Suvark said. “Highly illogical but sometimes effective.”
Kelly tilted her head. “On Vulcan? I thought you were raised on Earth.”
“I have spent part of my childhood on Vulcan. When the right circumstances arose, I returned to my home planet.”
“I see,” said Kelly. “The human approach didn’t work, then?”
“Considering that I returned to Vulcan, it is fairly logical to assume so.”
Kelly cleared her throat. “I was talking about the tricorder.”
“Oh.” Suvark’s eyebrows shot high above his impassible face. “No, it did not.” He looked toward the walls. “It seems a very sophisticated language. There are hints of Vulcan and even Romulan in it. It might prove useful to study it further.”
“If it turns out to be safe, we will,” Kelly conceded.
Still looking at the wall, Suvark said:
“There is an asteroid field surrounding the planet. I suspect a larger astral body has hit the planet’s moon, scattering it and releasing the dilithium contained within it. That imbued the dilithium with a large amount of energy and created the unstable subspace field. Layers of interplanetary dust from the impact are giving the planet its characteristic red tint.”
He was speaking slowly, but Kelly suspected this was just a way Suvark was hiding his embarrassment about the little tricorder incident. Still, during her military training, Kelly has quickly learned that prying into other people’s affairs, half-Vulcans in particular, was not a smart thing to do, so pry she did not.
“On Calypso, I could run a simulation to confirm the theory,” Suvark continued. “The storms probably occur at regular frequency; perhaps we could predict the subspace fluctuations and spot the time without the anomalous storms.”
“We would have to get back to Calypso first,” Kelly said, and Suvark showed one of his most expressive ‘thank you for pointing out the obvious’ gazes.
There was a clang audible from behind, and they both turned their heads. Nat was sitting now, his golden pupils wide open, his mouth moving as if to say something.
Before they could ask anything, a familiar voice came from Kelly’s communicator.
“Calypso to away team, can you read us?”
Kelly pressed the communicator with relief. “Yes, loud and clear. We’ve been caught in a storm, and our equipment began to malfunction. The shuttle is damaged too.”
“We noticed, and we were trying to contact you for quite some time now. Are you all right?”
“Yes, we are. Except for…” Her words were cut by loud music again.
“What is that sound?”
“…Nat.” Kelly looked at the android. “I think he’s malfunctioning too. Can you beam us up?”
“Yes, we have your signal locked. Teleporting.”
“About time,” muttered Suvark, and their bodies slowly dissolved.
I'm re-posting a comment I made in dingogrrl 's journal, just for the fun of it.
SPOILERS:
The whole movie looked to me like some trekkie made a fanfiction and said:
"Look, it would be so cool if we made this an AU, but we still kept the important personality traits of the characters. And then we add the time travel! Not like they did it ST:Enterprise, though!"
Trekkie nr. 2: "No, of course not! Enterprise was a flop after the first season. Let's kill Archer's dog in protest!"
Trekkie nr. 1: "Yes, let's do that! Or we could teleport it somewhere, so we don't get protests from PETA! And then we could make fun of every silly thing in Star Trek and make it look cool, like the redshirts. Or we could make fun of the 'secrets' from Jurassic Trek, like Uhura's first name. Then we throw in random references to borg technology, stuff from movies and all the series...."
Trekkie nr. 2: "Man, this is going to ROCK!"
Trekkie nr. 1: "Yeah, man! Let's do it! We can revive the whole franchise!"
Random bit of info: Anton Yelchin, the actor who played Chekov in the movie, has a role in Terminator Salvation too.
THE FIC (no spoilers):
I wrote it some time ago, because a friend asked me to (and he realized only later that he can't use it).
It's around 1000 words in length. The prompt was this picture, and the text should include something about the planet.
I'm basically posting it because I went trough the pain of writing it, and I think it's only fair that someone should go trough the pain of reading it. ;) Intended as a humorous fic. Inspired by TEH MAGNIFICENT FERENGI (though you won't find them in the fic) and DATA.
THE RED PLANET
Ensign Nat was bending over the control panel. “A low but unstable subspace field is interacting with the storm and causing an unusual electromagnetic interference. The interference has in turn overcharged the plasma containment solenoid and burned it out. I can’t even close the door.”
Wrinkling her forehead, Kelly looked at the android. “And that means?”
Suvark lifted his brows. “We are unable to take off with the shuttle.”
Nat began:
“The storm is emitting a high dosage of phased electromagnetic waves, and it interferes with the f-f-f-functioning of the c-c-c…”
“Circuits,” said Suvark.
As soon as he said that, sparks, smoke, and buzzing sounds were filling the interior of the vehicle.
“Out, leave the shuttle!” Kelly cried, and they ran out again, into the rain and the wilderness of abandoned buildings and alien trees.
They took refuge inside of a building - the one they have been exploring before the storm had begun. The inscriptions on the walls were overrun by vegetation, and part of the roof was missing, allowing the raindrops to hit the floor in constant waves.
“I never liked the beta quadrant,” said Kelly. “What exactly happened?”
The android took a few seconds before responding. “There were signs of unusual electromagnetic activity inside the storm,” he merely repeated.
“That would explain the readings of the vegetation and animals,” said Suvark, looking at his tricorder. “They are accustomed for electromagnetic fluctuation. The civilization that ruled this planet must have either traveled away or perished.”
Kelly tried her best to suppress a groan. “Are we stuck on this deserted planet, that means?”
“No signal will get trough the atmosphere right n-n-now. We will have to wait until the storm passes, and then I’ll try to repair the damage to the s-s-s-shuttle. If I don’t…” The android went silent.
“Nat?”
“We have a lot of free time. I love to listen to music in my free time. I have read the journals of commander Data on the subject and I find them fascinating. I have consequently downloaded into my memory cells a vast collection of musical pieces from all over the galaxy.”
“Nat?” Kelly repeated, while the android hastened to explain the subtle line between living and non-living, and the effect of music and pets on humanity, and all other things Kelly didn’t wish to hear at this very instant.
“That’s…fascinating,” she said, “but…” She looked at Suvark, who was playing with his tricorder, pretending not to hear.
Or maybe he really didn’t hear. “The tricorder isn’t functioning anymore either,” he said as he lifted his face.
Kelly nodded. “Nat, can you try to repair it?”
No answer.
“Nat?”
The android took a step forward and staggered.
“Must be affecting him too,” Suvark said in a whisper.
“He seems drunk,” Kelly whispered back.
As Nat tottered toward them, waving his arms to the left and right, and contorting his artificial facial muscles, Kelly grabbed her phaser.
“Be careful,” she said to Suvark.
Nat already fell down and closed his eyes, though.
“Poor Nat. Well, at least androids don’t sing when they’re drunk,” she said, putting her phaser back.
A spark sprung from the Nat’s head then, and music, Beethoven’s fifth symphony, began to play.
“A part of his vast musical collection that he’s downloaded into his memory cells, undoubtedly,” Suvark said.
His voice was calm, and his face was calm, but Kelly knew enough of half-Vulcans to read the sentence as “How very amusing.”
“This doesn’t count as singing,” she said.
As the music went on, now louder, now lower, she wondered:
“Can this electrosomething instability affect us too?”
“I wouldn’t know. It depends on the time we’ll be exposed to the radiation. I could calculate the exact percentage of damage to our cells, if only my tricorder were working.”
“Or if our engineer were conscious.” Kelly sighed. “Is there any way you could repair the tricorder?”
Suvark shook his head. “I doubt it.”
Then he hit the device with the other hand. Twice.
Kelly jumped up. “What are you doing?”
“On Vulcan, we call it ‘the human approach’,” Suvark said. “Highly illogical but sometimes effective.”
Kelly tilted her head. “On Vulcan? I thought you were raised on Earth.”
“I have spent part of my childhood on Vulcan. When the right circumstances arose, I returned to my home planet.”
“I see,” said Kelly. “The human approach didn’t work, then?”
“Considering that I returned to Vulcan, it is fairly logical to assume so.”
Kelly cleared her throat. “I was talking about the tricorder.”
“Oh.” Suvark’s eyebrows shot high above his impassible face. “No, it did not.” He looked toward the walls. “It seems a very sophisticated language. There are hints of Vulcan and even Romulan in it. It might prove useful to study it further.”
“If it turns out to be safe, we will,” Kelly conceded.
Still looking at the wall, Suvark said:
“There is an asteroid field surrounding the planet. I suspect a larger astral body has hit the planet’s moon, scattering it and releasing the dilithium contained within it. That imbued the dilithium with a large amount of energy and created the unstable subspace field. Layers of interplanetary dust from the impact are giving the planet its characteristic red tint.”
He was speaking slowly, but Kelly suspected this was just a way Suvark was hiding his embarrassment about the little tricorder incident. Still, during her military training, Kelly has quickly learned that prying into other people’s affairs, half-Vulcans in particular, was not a smart thing to do, so pry she did not.
“On Calypso, I could run a simulation to confirm the theory,” Suvark continued. “The storms probably occur at regular frequency; perhaps we could predict the subspace fluctuations and spot the time without the anomalous storms.”
“We would have to get back to Calypso first,” Kelly said, and Suvark showed one of his most expressive ‘thank you for pointing out the obvious’ gazes.
There was a clang audible from behind, and they both turned their heads. Nat was sitting now, his golden pupils wide open, his mouth moving as if to say something.
Before they could ask anything, a familiar voice came from Kelly’s communicator.
“Calypso to away team, can you read us?”
Kelly pressed the communicator with relief. “Yes, loud and clear. We’ve been caught in a storm, and our equipment began to malfunction. The shuttle is damaged too.”
“We noticed, and we were trying to contact you for quite some time now. Are you all right?”
“Yes, we are. Except for…” Her words were cut by loud music again.
“What is that sound?”
“…Nat.” Kelly looked at the android. “I think he’s malfunctioning too. Can you beam us up?”
“Yes, we have your signal locked. Teleporting.”
“About time,” muttered Suvark, and their bodies slowly dissolved.