#Jurati

[stra-tek]

Remember the transwarp conduit from the end of Picard season 2 that was setting up something big but everyone just kind of forgot about? We now know what the plan was! (Trekmovie link)

And it was awful!

[best-star-trek-character]

PIC Semi-Finals!

[unbeleveable-archive]

@jurati sent: will you eat with me? (eleanor)

Eleanor looked up from where she was seated at her desk, filing her nails. "Only if I get to choose the restaurant," she answered, figuring she might as well. Jackie was off today and she did hate eating alone. "I have certain standards, you see." She would make up for her pickiness by paying, as she usually did with others. What was the point of having all the money that she did if she didn't spend some of it on others?

[doctordonovan]

sender kisses receiver to say goodbye. ( reverse )

it's just another mission,   is it not?  section 31 continuing their insidious nature  -  it's been years of learning how they work,  learning how to try and put them back in any kind of box  &&  they have used that time to learn maeve's mechanisms in return.    ( she spent so much of her life learning how to survive their grip around her throat,  they spent just as long working out how to tighten knots well enough that when tides come,  she will drown no matter what.  )    so could it really be a surprise that when they came with whispers of exactly the right thing to get her to agree?

@jurati is right,  it's too perfect,  too certainly hiding something else for her to trust it.

yet section 31 has always known to use truths as part of their lies.  ❝ I hope...  I'm sorry.  I really am sorry,  I'll be back as soon as I can be. ❞   promises surely won't fix anything,  but maeve means them all the same.  agnes is rightfully upset with her  &&  brunette has never dismissed such a thing.   so instead she steps closer,  presses ghost of a kiss on other's lips,  ❝ we'll have dinner when I do?  I'll cook,   something nice and replicator free. ❞

a goodbye kiss,  in the end,   is so rarely recognised in the moment at which it happens.

[quasi-normalcy]

I think that the real essence of a 'trans' story isn't actually about gender at all, so much as it's about going through a transition from one state where you're miserable and unhappy and wish for death or feel like you're already dead to another radically different state where...you're content. You're just content. You had something chronically wrong with you, like a painful screeching that just becomes the background noise of your existence and then...it's gone. You are, in some ineffable cosmic sense, where you belong.

[aercnaut-archived]

@jurati <3'd for a starter EIGHTY FOUR YEARS AGO I AM SO SORRY

   a  simple  job:  get  this  little  lady  out  of  the  north.  no  questions,  no  cops,  no  paper  trail.  works  for  him.

   “ you  don’t  find  any  of  this  weird? “  hester  asks,  poking  her  head  out  of  his  jacket  to  look  at  him  as  he  did  the  routine  checks  before  a  long  journey.  they  were  good  on  food  and  water,  but  they  might  need  to  stop  if  the  air  got  too  humid.

   “ of  course  i  find  it  weird, “  replies  the  aeronaut,  “ but  we  need  the  coin  and  she’s  got  it.  ‘sides,  she  seems  like  she’s  in  trouble. “

   “ normal  people  would  think  that’s  a  reason  not  to  take  the  job. “  the  hare  hops  out  of  his  jacket  to  sit  on  the  balloon’s  console.

   “ we  ain’t  normal  people, “  he  checks  the  gas  gauge.  they  should  have  enough  to  get  to  new  france,  “ its  gonna  be  fine,  ol’  gal.  you’ll  see. “

   “ if  i  had  a  nickel,  “  she  grumbles.  suddenly,  she  sits  up  straight,  nodding  her  head  at  an  approaching  figure.  lee  turns  with  a  quirked  brow,  only  to  see  their  passenger.  he  lets  his  face  soften  slightly.

   “ evening,  ma’am.  ready  to  get  in  the  air? “

[my-timing-is-digital]

[ BREATHE ] + ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ

Fickle clouds shifted in front of the crescent moon, projecting shadows on the chateau’s future vineyard, engulfing him in absolute darkness. He discerned the distant vocalisation of a lonesome owl as he crossed the sloping acreage, calculating his steps with mathematical precision, and lithely manoeuvring the streak of dirt La Sirena had lacerated into the terrain upon her crash landing. A sight that triggered memories of another crash. The famous crash of the Enterprise-D’s saucer section; they had skidded several hundreds of kilometers across a jungle biome, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake... After several exhalations, he discontinued the evocation that highlighted the loss of their venerated starship and of his home, and pressed forward.

The android had secured La Sirena’s systems; locked the ship’s computer with an encryption code to restrict the Borg Queen from accessing and assimilating the vessel. The last thing they needed right now was a Borg gallivanting around Earth in the year 2024, which could jeopardise billions of lives should she decide to continue the schemes her predecessor, or one of her 24th century equivalents, had tried to accomplish in 2063. Subconsciously, Data set his teeth at the recollection of their nightmarish time travel escapade. The other Borg Queen had attempted to assimilate him, tried to induce him into fraternising with the Collective and betray the Federation and Starfleet; to join her ranks as an equal in exchange for physical human attributes; to truly experience what it felt like to be stimulated by external stimuli. She had experimented on him, modified his circuitry, affixed human skin to his endoskeleton, had tried to compromise his emotion chip, and written subroutines that were compatible with his neural net and her abhorrent additions to his original design...

He stepped onto the dilapidated terrace, his yellow eyes briefly settling on the battered facade. The abandoned, etiolated and battle-worn chateau looked grim and ominous in the pale lunar light. History was engraved in its brick walls and resonated in every inch of deteriorating oakwood; all of it would be renovated, restored to its former glory in due time. But now, the building was nothing but a ghost, an echo, a whisper of its former self...

Data continued his itinerary to the entrance of the ruin ⸺ with all due respect to the Captain’s inherited domicile. The iron hinges had given way to the weight of the wooden door, which inclined forward, hanging on by a proverbial thread. The long corridor beyond it was littered with debris, dishevelled novels, and personal belongings. A thick layer of dust veiled every last piece of furniture, and as he stepped over the threshold, and into the hallway, a cacophony of small fragments originating from brickwork and shattered glass scrunched beneath the sole of his boot as it touched down.

The Captain had departed less than an hour ago and left the Borg Queen and the semi-cloaked starship in his and Agnes’ capable hands. Quietly, the android advanced and slipped through the door on his right, which stood ajar and led to the living area. A small combustion in the hearth flickered arduously, its flames trying to cultivate, trying its utmost best to imbue the draughty abode with warmth and comfort, but accomplished neither. Data glanced around the room, catching sight of Agnes. She was pacing back and forth on a threadbare rug, seemingly incognisant of his arrival. She moved about feverishly, muttering incomprehensibly, as if the prospect of imminent calamity was haunting her. Perhaps he could alter her behaviour by distributing words of reassurance? Ensure her that everything was OK.

‘I have effectuated the Captain’s request; the ship’s systems are now secured with an encryption code only I have access to,’ he said softly.

However, he had duplicated the code and downloaded it onto a chip, which he would gift Picard upon his return, just in case fate decided to interfere... He could have handed the chip bearing a 64-digit password to Agnes, but the Borg Queen, when rendered in a state of consciousness, exhibited a vehement interest in the young scientist. Therefore, equipping Agnes with the information that was imperative to their survival would be injudicious.

‘Perhaps you should try to rest. I will remain here to keep watch,’ he suggested, but when neither answer nor acknowledgement were forthcoming, Data’s brows lowered in a quizzical fashion. ‘Doctor? Are you all right? Doctor... Agnes?!’

Data hurried over to her location, his ocular sensors scanned every inch of her countenance and efficiently registered the nonverbal signals she was transmitting, none of which were boding well. An accelerated respiratory rate, excessive trembling, her skin tone almost a facsimile of his own... And she appeared to be skittish, apprehensive. A panic attack had manifested itself in her. Without a moment’s hesitation, the android extended his slender hands to envelop hers, trying to stop them from shaking incessantly, and aligned his yellow eyes with her hazel ones.

‘Agnes,’ he spoke, his inflection soothing and ornamented with mellifluous cadences, quietude and compassion. ‘Listen to me. It is OK, you are safe here ⸺ I will protect you,’ he reassured her, his positronic brain assessing a series of additional strategies he could employ to reduce the intensity of her present state of mind. ‘We will make it home. Back to Coppelius, to Spot, to Soji... to Elnor. I have the utmost confidence in our friends’ abilities; they will find the Watcher. But in the meantime, please, tell me, what is it you require? What can I do to help you to prevail your present condition?’

[best-character-named-x-poll]

have you done your daily click

[startrekuniverse]

STAR TREK: PICARD

➢ 1x02 Maps and Legends

[madamspellmans-met-tet]

on a scale from 1-10 how problematic is it to be lowkey attracted to the Borg Queen?

[sevnofnines]

STAR TREK: PICARD 2.02 Penance

[unbeleveable-archive]

@jurati sent: “ oh, i knew you could do it! i’m so proud of you! “ (grogu)

Large ears perked up as he looked at Agnes, a triumphant smile playing across his small face. He had done it. He had mastered the backflip, flying across the room in one leap and landing right on his feet on her work table. "Patu," he replied, looking as pleased with himself as Agnes was.

[doctordonovan]

✉ ( 😢 )

My muse died a long time ago, and while looking through my muse's belongings your muse finds a note with their name written on it. Send "✉" for what it says.

Nes -

Because you've always loved a subtle gesture,  I thought I'd leave this for you to find  -  you said this was your favourite book after all,  did you not?  So it'd make sense if soon, or in a week, or a month, you come to reread it and there's a little surprise for you.

Our final term is almost at an end and I hope you know,  I will miss you more than anything else this school could have ever offered.  You're the only irreplaceable thing here after all:  even the rarest books can be copied,  if you know the right tricks.  Returning to the mundane world would be a much less daunting prospect if it didn't carry the weight of having to go without the safe familiarity of your presence.  All the same,  you are going to do amazing thing,  and you're going to show them all your gifts are the least special parts about you.

I've included in this letter a dried yellow daffodil  -  nothing too magical to it,  I'm afraid,  but they are recognized worldwide as a symbol of spring and symbolise new beginnings and rebirth.  Thank you for being the dearest friend I ever could have found,  and thank you always seeing right through the things I only half say.  

I'll keep my eyes open for anything published in your name,  regardless of what world or subject it comes in.  

Please keep in touch -  M.

[evviejo]

STAR TREK: PICARD // S2E8 Mercy And now, for my truth. I am Human but I am from the future, the 25th century to be precise. And I am here to save Earth. To save the entire galaxy, in fact. But to do so, it seems… I need your help.

[regionalpancake]

the delta made from the negative space between Raffi, Picard, and Sirena's captains chair is making me FEEL THINGS

[avoicefromthestars]

Star Trek: Picard Remembrance