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spaceteenagers: ““Oloh Lodam,a beautiful cardassian woman, turns her father over to the state for treason, testifying against him in court and doing everything in her power to disavow herself from him, but she is in danger of being guilty by...

spaceteenagers:

Oloh Lodam,a beautiful cardassian woman, turns her father over to the state for treason, testifying against him in court and doing everything in her power to disavow herself from him, but she is in danger of being guilty by association in society despite her honorable nature and protection of such by the state, She must find a Gul to marry as soon as possible. Any Gul will do.

Legate Rojo Dal is lonely, aging, and his dedication to the state is unwavering. He is reaching the age of thirty, with no wife and family to commit themselves to his cause, of reaching the status of Gul. His Commanding Gul has told him once he commits himself to a wife, the state may recognize his devotion. luckily theres a woman who is looking for a husband on Cardassia ii, maybe they could come to an arrangement….. but will they lose their hearts along the way

I have some Thoughts about what truly trashy cardassian literature is like. 

(via maketreknotwar)

this is amazing would read lol

Feb 18, 2022

suedescripture:

Okay so, the way it works when you’re out on a five year mission is that every time you manage to fly within so many parsecs of a DSS or a beacon or whatever, the ship receives a code push that could be anything from minor changes to Fleet systems to a hot new recipe from some Risan chef, or other general updates.

So one shift, out in the middle of bumblefuck nowhere, the alpha crew wake up and replicate fresh uniforms to find the design specs have changed.

People emerge from their quarters, immediately commenting on the sleeves or the fabric or “oh my god we actually have rank stripes, can you believe it?”

Captain Kirk, however, arrives to the Bridge stone faced and grumpy as hell.

“Good morning Captain,” Uhura smiles at him, “do you like the new uniforms?”

“No,” he says, in a voice that means he’s done discussing it, flopping into his chair.

Spock rises from his seat to stand behind the captain’s seat, as usual for the morning debrief. “Captain, perhaps you misread the new uniform protocol.”

“I’m pretty sure I understood it, Mr Spock, thanks,” he responds tightly, staring at the padd a yeoman hands him.

“I see,” Spock says. There’s a frozen moment, and then his fingers deftly grasp the small pull at the back of the captain’s garment and draw it up, bringing the collar up snugly around his neck.

He ignores the indignant noise that follows, nodding to himself at how adherence to proper dress code improves the captain’s appearance–at the expense of his mood–and returns to his station.

(via diftor-heh-snusnu)

FANTASTIC ficlet uniforms aos this is amazing kirk spock

Aug 31, 2016

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