A Gummi Shipgirl

reluctantkeybladewielder:

fleet-admiral-red:

reluctantkeybladewielder:

The Firelance almost had the realization that the planet she was looking at was the one she had been destroyed on when she was finally contacted. She was visibly startled at hearing the transmission, but quickly tried to compose herself as she realized it should’ve been obvious she could hear those transmissions. “I do. Who are you?” Only now did her eyes settle on the small ship, and she realized it was probably a scouting ship.

“This is corvette 22386. We represent the Galactic Defense Initiative.” Came the reply.

“We request that you identify yourself.”

Onboard, the crew were somewhat unsure as to what to make of Firelance. Their readings of her were odd, to say the least.

“This is the Firelance, um… I guess… representing the Void Phoenix?” She was quite iffy on the details of that one. 

No doubt her status as a Gummi Ship had a good part to play in that. Naturally resistant against darkness and with some mystical, perhaps magical properties, she definitely had a degree of separation from any other shipgirls they knew of. 

Fortunately, the hatch opened itself for Firelance. Once she was inside, the hatch closed as the airlock cycled.

The opposite door technically above her opened, allowing her entry into the tiny vessel. A calm, slightly synthetic feminine voice greeted her. “Passenger on board. Greetings, Firelance.”

As Firelance would soon find, the crew of six was already waiting for her. Seven, if one counted the sudden materialization of a female form. Clearly an AI.

“I’m afraid this corvette of ours has no name. But we welcome you nonetheless.” she said.

Aegis of Hope

howlofthewolf:

fleet-admiral-red:

howlofthewolf:

“Okay, point of tension dispelled…” Wolf said, “Sorry about the… bad attitude.

Despite the argument, Wolf felt a bit foolish. Again, he’d let his stubbornness get the better of him. Seating himself heavily, he held his head in pain.

Again, he had failed to control his anger.

“Just take me to Altia so I can get shit done.” He said. 

“I already said I was going to spend time with them, didn’t I?” Red remarked dryly.

Just as he said that, a very tall Turian entered the office. If Wolf was sharp enough, he may have recognized him as the same Turian who’d taken over for him back when he’d been made Commanding Fleet Admiral for a single day.

“Isatis.” Red said with a small nod.

“Admiral.” The Turian rumbled back.

Red motioned for Wolf to follow him for a while as Admiral Isatis sat down in Red’s seat and began handling business.

Red himself simply left his office, Wolf in tow.

“I meant off the damn planet, you dingus.” Wolf remarked with a chuckle, sighing a bit, “I know this is probably not mutual, but… It’s good to see you, Red. Glad to see you’re still kicking.”

Wolf nodded to the Turian, recognizing him from that day years ago where he was put in the role of admiral for a day.

“Ah, gods, so much has happened.” Wolf said, “Five long years…”

“Five years for you. Only about three months for us.” Red pointed out.

“When the Gate blew up on your end, it must have triggered a temporal desync. Happened twice before when we rolled out the first few iterations of the TD Gates.”

Luckily for them and those universes, the desyncs hadn’t been that severe, only losing track of a few minutes instead of years.

“There was a discussion we held, just before and after we found out Yellow was missing. If or when she comes back, she’ll be voted as the next Commanding Fleet Admiral.”

Red turned to his old acquaintance. “Which means, in time to come you may not be dealing with me as much as you used to. You’ll be dealing with her instead.”

“If she accepts, that is.”

An open Tumblr letter to younger fans, from a 77-year-old TOS fangirl

spockslash:

spockslash:

* who has shipped Spirk since that night in 1967 that Amok Time first aired
* and helped storm NBC to keep TOS on the air for a 3rd season
* and wrote fanfic way back in the day
* and was privileged to be around for the earliest days of fandom, when Leonard used to come to your house if that’s where the fan club was meeting and sit on the sofa with you in that Spock hair cut and eat cake

All of you who are writing TOS/AOS fan fiction and creating fan art now: remember, YOU are the ones shaping the traditions of fandom. You have inherited the kingdom. Bless you for keeping it vibrant, growing, alive. In fifty years, you will be the ones who are remembered for molding it and handing it down to the future. It probably doesn’t feel like now, but you are making history.

Your current addiction to TOS and the feels you get when you contemplate the love between Jim and Spock will be with you for life. It won’t always be in the forefront; you will sometimes go years, sometimes go a decade, without Star Trek being more than a passing thought. But then something will remind you and every consuming feeling you feel right now will come rushing back, every bit as powerful and deep and strong as it is today. All there, right where you left it.

The friendships you make in fandom will be with you for life. Like all friendships, they will wax and wane as the focus of your life shifts over time, but you will always be able to pick up the thread. You will — to give you a hypothetical example — be 77 years old and discover Tumblr and get a rush of Spirk feels after a decade of not giving TOS a thought, and contact your 83-year-old fangirl friend in the nursing home, to whom you haven’t spoken in several years. You will open the conversation with, “So, Jim and Spock love each other and that just makes me so happy.” And your friend in the nursing home will sigh and say, “Yes. They do love each other. It’s such a comfort.”

That look that Jim and Spock give each other, of absolute adoration and acceptance and love? That’s real. It’s rare, but it’s real. One of my greatest joys in life is to see my son and his husband give each other looks like that. Of course I don’t know you; I don’t know your strengths and struggles or your place on the spectrum of gender or anything about your sexuality or what you look like or what your life has taught you to believe about yourself, but I do know this: YOU DESERVE TO BE LOVED AND LOOKED AT THE WAY JIM AND SPOCK LOOK AT EACH OTHER. Please don’t accept less than that in your life.

The future of our planet does not seem very hopeful at the moment. But please remember that when Gene created Star Trek, the world was in turmoil and the future seemed very bleak. Star Trek is, was, always shall be about hope. Reach for it. When TOS first aired, we hoped to see some form of a Starfleet on the horizon in our lifetimes. That vision must be passed on to you. Do it. Make the world worthy of launching the human race out into space. CREATE STARFLEET.

You are all creative and funny and amazing. Far more amazing than you know. Be kind to yourselves. Live long and prosper, kids.

Tags are in reference to my first bullet point. Meant as a kudos to your work, but feel free to untag yourself if you don’t want to be linked to my ramblings; I won’t be offended! (Also, this extends to a thousand other artists and writers out there who deserve kudos. tag at will.)

I am re blogging this ‘open letter’ tonight because I wrote and posted it one short week, and 5324 notes ago.

When I wrote it, it was for myself, because I honestly thought it would be read by the people I tagged (maybe) and no one else. I had 5 followers, at least one of which was a spam bot. 

I could not have imagined how that post would lead to the kindness and welcome I have received here, to my new fandom grandkids, my very own Star Trek grandma portrait, all the conversations and sharing of memories and making of new friends. 

Tonight I just want to say thanks to all of you for being so wonderful.  For keeping fandom wonderful.

You make me proud to be a fangirl among you. 

Love, and LLAP,  Grandma

secondshipgirlsquadron:

Given Tempest’s usual pride, it might have come as a surprise to learn that she was one of the last ships to signal readiness to the network. In her mind, carriers had the most diverse arsenal. If anyone would fire that weapon, it would most likely be Aegis, but it wasn’t hard to imagine someone like her being next in that line. Just the possibility of it got under her skin.

As expected, the combined mass of fighters was able to shred the weakened hostile vessels.

A series of new hostiles appeared, likely as a further part of the simulation. This time, they were a force of 6 carriers surrounded by 24 frigates.

“Hostile carriers, bearing 217-mark-49. Everyone engage ECM and ECCM, ready SPEAR grids. Reserve bombers until enemy escorts are down. If anyone’s got ECM drones, send them in. Frigates are primary.” Aegis called out.

saviorgoddessastrid:

fleet-admiral-red:

Yellow nodded. “Yes. Healing, team support and area control.”

Though that last one was mainly due to her suit, really. Generating stasis fields was often a life-saving capability.

Healing and supporting those around her, she could do even without her suit on. Though as she’d found over the years, using too much of her natural abilities left her tired.

She wondered what sort of party she would meet. A capable one, she hoped.

“Roger that,” the receptionist replied.  “How much do you know of party dynamics? This seems like your first time doing Adventuring work.”

“It is. I know a little bit about them,” Yellow answered. “Damage dealers in front and supports behind, right?”

Might as well act the part of a rookie, right? Yellow in fact knew her way around managing a group quite well. Fourth Fleet hadn’t been the support and defensive fleet for nothing.

“Or…is there more to it? I’m sorry if I mixed things up, all I know of Adventuring is from hearsay.”

Aegis of Hope

howlofthewolf:

“Okay, point of tension dispelled…” Wolf said, “Sorry about the… bad attitude.

Despite the argument, Wolf felt a bit foolish. Again, he’d let his stubbornness get the better of him. Seating himself heavily, he held his head in pain.

Again, he had failed to control his anger.

“Just take me to Altia so I can get shit done.” He said. 

“I already said I was going to spend time with them, didn’t I?” Red remarked dryly.

Just as he said that, a very tall Turian entered the office. If Wolf was sharp enough, he may have recognized him as the same Turian who’d taken over for him back when he’d been made Commanding Fleet Admiral for a single day.

“Isatis.” Red said with a small nod.

“Admiral.” The Turian rumbled back.

Red motioned for Wolf to follow him for a while as Admiral Isatis sat down in Red’s seat and began handling business.

Red himself simply left his office, Wolf in tow.

A Gummi Shipgirl

reluctantkeybladewielder:

fleet-admiral-red:

reluctantkeybladewielder:

fleet-admiral-red:

reluctantkeybladewielder:

fleet-admiral-red:

reluctantkeybladewielder:

The Firelance almost had the realization that the planet she was looking at was the one she had been destroyed on when she was finally contacted. She was visibly startled at hearing the transmission, but quickly tried to compose herself as she realized it should’ve been obvious she could hear those transmissions. “I do. Who are you?” Only now did her eyes settle on the small ship, and she realized it was probably a scouting ship.

“This is corvette 22386. We represent the Galactic Defense Initiative.” Came the reply.

“We request that you identify yourself.”

Onboard, the crew were somewhat unsure as to what to make of Firelance. Their readings of her were odd, to say the least.

“This is the Firelance, um… I guess… representing the Void Phoenix?” She was quite iffy on the details of that one. 

No doubt her status as a Gummi Ship had a good part to play in that. Naturally resistant against darkness and with some mystical, perhaps magical properties, she definitely had a degree of separation from any other shipgirls they knew of. 

“Copy, Firelance. Do you require an escort?” The corvette crew inquired.

One of them went through the Archives for anything on her and the Void Phoenix. To their puzzlement, details were extremely scarce. All they knew was that the Void Phoenix was a (very) minor ally.

The sensor readings were beyond weird. However, the more advanced sensor arrays on larger vessels would have detected the arcano-technological nature of Firelance.

“Well, um… I don’t exactly have anyone to back me up, so…” the Firelance started. “Do you… know… what I am?” she asks afterwards. 

The Firelance was definitely more geared towards detecting magical signatures over traditional ones. Not to say that its sensors for normal stuff weren’t bad, but they weren’t particularly advanced either. 

“Ma’am, to use some of our terminology, you are an SME. Sophont Maritime Entity.” came the reply from the corvette’s lead officer.

“Common lingo for what you are would be shipgirl, but that would be non-academic. Would you prefer to come aboard for further discussions?”

“Oh… Uh…” She said at the first part, the first two words of the abbreviation going over her head. “Oh!” she says once she hears the word ‘Shipgirl’. “That makes sense! Yes I would like to come aboard.” Her efforts to move towards them were fairly awkward, as she asks, “Wait, where should I board?” 

“We’ll handle that, Firelance. Stand by.”

The corvette sped up just a little, soon matching velocities again so that it was right beside Firelance. The small craft spun about so that its ventral surface faced her.

And there one could easily see what looked like a recessed hatch. “You can enter by the airlock. Look for the hatch.”