Senior Chief Petty Officer. Starfleet is in my blood, and I’ve spent my entire adult life in service to boldly going.
Keiko and Molly are my favorite humans, but Transporter Room 3 will always be my favorite.
Just don’t ask who what’s in the pattern buffer.
Hey, we’ve all been addicted to the holodeck at one point or another. Sometimes you aren’t even sure what reality is anymore with all the alternate timelines, parallel universes, memory engrams, psychic torture…
All I’m sayin’ is don’t judge poor broccoli Barclay too hard.
smacks forhead
I even went back up to double check it was goblin…
Clearly I cannot read today. I should go back to sleep…
Sorry but that “soulless” goblin is smiling contentedly in the last panel, I find it hard to believe that anything without a soul can feel happy.
… Maybe the bard is just that good?
You know, quantum resonance in the Heisenberg compensators. Sometimes the dice spit out an impossible number.
Don’t even get me started on the time we rolled a natural negative
I once had the opportunity to take a really nice microscope from a school district I was working for when I was 18.
I was working on sorting all the old curriculum for 1st-12 grades core subjects for disposal/recycling and then receiving new stuff.
They were updating the entirety of all science departments and the highschool was getting rid of their old microscopes. The ones that were in working order were to be placed aside for donation, and the non-working ones simply tossed in the dumpsters.
I was allowed to take whatever I wanted that was to be thrown away, but I figured I didn’t want to spend time and money tracking down the right bulb to fix the best non-working one, and decided not to take one.
Current me is cursing younger me because I could have easily swapped out the light with a LED, and even if I couldn’t, there were LITERALLY microscopes with broken optics and working lights, and I could have just taken one extra one for parts…
Young me was dumb.
I did snag a mostly-complete rock sample set for demonstration of various geology testing techniques. Also a fist-sized chunk of silicon.
So I wasn’t completely dumb.
I’m always a fan of “best possible outcome” for 20, and “worst possible outcome that doesn’t immediately kill anyone” for nat1.
If you’re 2ft tall and trying to destroy an iron wall and roll a 20, you successfully scrape some iron off the wall. It doesn’t just collapse spontaneously. If you roll a 0 1, your attack bounces off and your weapon breaks. Luckily it didn’t rebound and hit you.
It makes things more believable, however rule of cool is obviously above that. So if you can do a flip off a cliff onto the back of a dragon and convince it to attack the tarrasque for you before it eats you, and roll a 20 for all that, you better believe that dragon now considers you it’s deity, and will die in a ball of flames, acid, ice, etc, in your name while flying headfirst down the tarrasque’s throat. The tarrasque obviously dies from this, since it’s so epic.
I guess it really depends on the stakes.
I once ran a campaign of a game similar to D&D where one of the players had geared a character to be super charismatic and had an end goal of being able to persuade anyone to do anything.
She kept persuading the random side characters that helped them into joining, until they had a small army of Merry Men.
Yeah, the campaign took a back seat while they played Robin hood for awhile.
She started specifically targeting side npcs because I wanted to drop a character that was making my vocal chords hurt. They liked the npc because he was basically a child’s vision of a stereotypical pirate.
The prosecution used the presence of the first aid kit they carried
Insane bullshit.
I have a kit with me every day of my life, and I’ve had to refill it many times due to using it on others.
It would be pure coincidence that I happen to be carrying a first aid kit on any given day, and if I’m going to a peaceful protest I’m bringing my trauma kit because the entire fucking world knows how cops treat protesters.
As a transporter chief, I can say with absolute certainty that Data rightly pulled the trigger and killed that son of a bitch murderer the positron flux of the cascade resonator must have caused feedback during the transport cycle and caused the transporter system to falsly read a weapon discharge. It happens with these old Varon disruptors.
The man has a synthetic heart because he got into a bar fight with a naussican gang over dom-jot. He constantly throws his opponents words back in their face, even to species known for killing people over the same thing. Stood toe to toe against many klingons over the years, sometimes asking them to swing. Some of the most powerful known beings in the galaxy respect him.
Man’s a legend.
People who believe in “auras” and actually think that thinking good thoughts in relation to a specific thing will affect it on any way are deserving of mockery.
It’s religion for people who don’t like organized religion.
The white brick at the bottom is for detecting large objects (cars) and is either controlling a traffic signal, or is being used to count traffic going through that spot.
An intersection near me uses them to switch the lights at an intersection where traffic almost never comes from, so a timed light is unnecessary, but important traffic still comes from that direction.
S3, ep 9 “Trusted Sources”
The crew of the Cerritos is performing their duties during “Project Swing-by” and upon checking in on the planet of Brekka, who had a drug-dealer like relationship with the Ornarans (TNG s1e22, Symbiosis), discover the population is almost non-existent, and the only lead are the Breen, who ambush the crew and Brekkian civilians.
If I had magic chests that could float, hold many hundreds of times their apparent volume, and could easily be organized without heavy lifting, my house would be spotless.
Hmm I was gonna bring my safety glasses to do science, but I don’t have a poster telling me if I should or not.
If only there were some form of vaguely threatening poster and woman named Carol to better instruct people!
Shhhhh. The buffer doesn’t exist
The buffer can’t hurt you
No tears, only dreams now. dematerialization noises
That description was just… chef’s kiss
Feathered dinos are cool as shit.
I’ve got my fingers crossed that the local constabulary declares an emergency snow situation, since my work allows me to skip those days. They always get shitty about it but those fucks don’t pay me enough to risk my life on slippery-ass roads.
My headcannon: having read the Absolutely 100% canon books “Q-zone, W-Strike, and Q-space”, my personal belief is that since Q is partially responsible for the entity in the center claiming to be god, Q decided to artificially speed up their journey to the barrier and back home. Nobody on the ship brought it up because nobody was even thinking about travel time in the middle of all that.