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Re-route power to the shields, emit a tachyon pulse through the deflector, and post all the nonsense you want. Within reason of course.
~ 1. No bigotry. This is a Star Trek community. Remember that diversity and coexistence are Star Trek values. Any post/comments that are racist, anti-LGBT, or generally "othering" of a group will result in removal/ban.
~ 2. Keep it civil. Disagreements will happen both on lore and preferences. That's okay! Just don't let it make you forget that the person you are talking to is also a person.
~ 3. Use spoiler tags.
Use spoiler tags in comments, and NSFW checkbox for posts.
This applies to any episodes that have dropped within 3 months prior of your posting. After that it's free game.
~ 4. Keep it Trek related. This one is kind of a gimme but keep as on topic as possible.
~ 5. Keep posts to a limit. We all love Star Trek stuff but 3-4 posts in an hour is plenty enough.
~ 6. Try to not repost. Mistakes happen, we get it! But try to not repost anything from within the past 1-2 months.
~ 7. No General AI Art. Posts of simple AI art do not 'inspire jamaharon'
~ 8. No Political Upheaval. Political commentary is allowed, but please keep discussions civil. Read here for our community's expectations.
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I'd also accept a variation on that Christopher Walken bit from Pulp Fiction...
"He was captured and put in a Cardassian prison camp. Now he knew if the Cardies ever saw the baseball card it'd be confiscated. He'd be damned if any spoonheads gonna put their scaly grey hands on his limited edition baseball card, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this baseball card up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the baseball card. I hid this uncomfortable piece of cardboard up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I sell the baseball card to you."
"Wow! Somehow it still smells like the bubblegum it originally came with!"