
And then, quite suddenly…the monster halted its attack. It looked down, to the bubbles hovering at its feet. Gently, it started to play with them.
It’s working, Tarik! Miv thought silently, afraid to break the spell.

And then, quite suddenly…the monster halted its attack. It looked down, to the bubbles hovering at its feet. Gently, it started to play with them.
It’s working, Tarik! Miv thought silently, afraid to break the spell.

Joza: I didn’t know I’d need a swimsuit for this mission.

Everyone stop napping, we have a mission!

*Imagine Dragons “Radioactive” plays*

Joza doesn’t -want- to speak to the prisoner. It’s not -safe-. We shouldn’t -be- here.
There’s a force field, Joza. This is our mission, deal with it.

Growla finally gets to go on an away mission. She isn’t thrilled.

Better graphics inspired me. Miv has a new face. I’m still gonna tweak the outfit though.

“Let’s give the Cardassian captain a mostly Bajoran crew and send her on diplomatic missions to resolve disputes with Bajorans and Cardassians.”
Starfleet may think this is amusing, but I can assure you, I do not. Do they think these sorts of traumas resolve themselves in a matter of moments? As individuals, we will find common ground and even friendships, but as neighboring races…we have a long way to go.