#farragut class

[lonestarbattleship]

USS KING (DLG-10) operating off the coast of Oahu, Hawaii.

Date: September 10, 1961

U.S. Naval History and Heritage Command: KN-1881

[the-delta-42]

#atlantis 1/1200 #uscombatfleet #ussdewey #dlg14 / #ddg45 #farragutclass #guidedmissilefrigate #postworldwarii #postworldwar2 #postwwii #postww2 #modelship #modelbuilding #ussdeweydlg14 #ussdeweyddg45 #atlantismodel

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[alphamecha-mkii]

USS Farragut (Nebula Class) by Mallacore

[elliegoose]

drew this a few months ago but forgot to post it. been playing in some pickup games of lancer battlegroup, so of course i had to draw my commander. meet rhea willow (they/she), commander of the Union Battlegroup Invitation! her uniform is based off the captain's uniform from operation solstice rain. i also drew the battlegroup's emblem. composition of the group below the cut (ship art from the battlegroup rulebook):

Battlegroup Invitation Commander Rhea Willow (Meritorious Service Bar) [9] UNS-BB Abdullah Öcalan (7) GMS ​Thoreau ​Class Battleship (0) Brace For Impact! (0) Long-Cycle Primary Lance (1) Heavy Kinetic Batteries (1) Heavy Kinetic Batteries (0) Secondary Turrets (0) Secondary Turrets

[3] UNS-LS Khabur (3) GMS Superior Class Frigate (0) Primary Kinetic Batteries (0) Insightful Commanders

[3] UNS-LS Ferat (3) GMS Huron Class Frigate (0) Primary Kinetic Batteries (0) Secondary Turrets

[5] UNS-CV Jinwar (5) HA Farragut Class Starfield Carrier (0) Primary Kinetic Batteries (0) Fire for Effect! (3) Barbarossa Chassis Wing (0) Legion Drone Nexus

[cicaklah]

2024 fic review

hello friends. what a year that was. here's a review of all the writing I did about blorbo.

January

Started out strong with part 9 of the one man series: life's a beach. I'm really happy with this one and think it is one of the strongest of the one man non-chaptered stories, but despite the fact its full of Spirk having happy sex on holiday, it didn't seem to do that well at the time, but has now started to catch up.

I followed this with my first Voyager fic: there is water (at the bottom of the ocean) which I am honestly still really proud of. It was a Threshold day celebration fic, and Threshold has always been one of my favourite episodes even before it became a meme. It was an honour to write them having weird sex.

March

In march I published friday I'm in love, the one man story where they break up. This is heavy on the OCs, as any story set on the Farragut will be, but I think it worked.

also in march @diana-fortyseven and I were chatting and then I wrote dedicated to the one I love mostly in chat to her, and it was so filthy I had to share it with the class. Diana and Grey fantasising about 47 and fucking about it, while he listens.

finally in march I wrote an abundance of caution, a Pike/Spock SNW fic that was the first story I ever wanted to write in SNW, back in season 1. Where Pike is being haunted by those damn time crystals again.

April

I started publishing my TOS Spirk PWP meandering story a job like any other. I really like the style of this one, and want to write more of it this year.

May

then I wrote nothing until the very end of may, when I published my magnum fuck-opus: subspace rhapsorgy Its literally the plot of subspace rhapsody but instead of singing they're having really filthy free-use sex. I'll never top this.

June

anyway 10 days later I nearly died of sepsis and that kind of wrote off June. I had signed up for thyla bang, then tried to default when I went into hospital, was instead given an extension, which I didn't make because erm, I was dying. the runner of that challenge reacted totally reasonably by blocking me from everything and writing her own story for the art I had claimed. fuck you muse!

July

In july I pushed myself way too hard to publish said fic no glove no love, which is fine, but I'm mostly annoyed that her fic has more hits than mine. It just doesn't really seem fair, but also, its a pon farr fic without any sex, so who am I kidding? its never going to blow the doors off.

I spent the rest of July frantically trying to reclaim my brain post-sepsis by doing the most difficult task possible, sorting out the plot of a sex farce. Said farce was put on your red shoes and dance the blues. Honestly I should have spent July recovering more, but turns out I'm way more spiteful than I thought I was.

August

I had a busy august of wasting money I didn't have being turned away from a plane because my passport was out of date, not being able to walk without my bladder filling with blood, then having surgery, then getting a post surgical infection and having to go back into hospital. I did however finally finished cleaning up the second part of the Diana/Grey/47 threesome fic: a little wicked.

September

I wrote we'll build our altar here after binging the boys in a week, and then promptly lost interest.

October

I spent September and October trying to write the next part of one man, including 20k of a story I still haven't posted, before giving up and splitting it into three stories. The first of these, you probably think this song is about you about Jim's time post-Gala, was published here. I think its probably the best one man story, in terms of how well written it is. Development!

November

I spent November angsting over some stuff, and then decided to do something I wanted to do for a change.

December

That thing was what I called 'super secret writing project' aka blorbo noel, aka my own personal yuletide. I wrote 11 stories, 43k, and I'm pleased with every single one of them.

They are: when I'm wearing nothing but blame, (if I could paint your taint) the colour of the sunset, matched set, hometown glory, captain's log supplemental, I'll be your fire, the power of women, one way or another, crowning glory, (watch me and you) get lost and found anew, and nostalgia ain't what it used to be.

I then also fuck it, published another one man part: bigmouth strikes again, following Spock after the gala. I also finished new frontier, my lesbian la'an fic, and no one cared, and then finished up by publishing some more oxbox RPF business managed.

All in all I published 176,000 words this year blowing my previous record out of the water by 40k, and finally broke through my long term goal of publishing 20 stories in a year. I published 25 new stories and finished new frontier, for a total of 26 in 2024!

This was a very hard year for me, not just with the sepsis, but mental illness, moving house, new job, family problems and the death of my grandfather. Nevertheless, writing and art saved me. I'm planning on doing a sculpture review of 2024 as well, but here's to 2025, hopefully with 100% less sepsis.

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

SLDF - DREADNOUGHT

SLS Manassas

Terran System, Zenith jump point

November 3, 3153

The SLS Manassas loomed in the void, an ancient predator reborn. The Aegis-class heavy cruiser, once lost in a misjump for centuries, had been restored and outfitted with the most advanced Kearny-Fuchida Drive in history. It was no longer just a relic—it was a statement.

Aboard the observation deck, First Lord Alaric Ward stood in silence, his sharp gaze sweeping across the assembled dignitaries from every Great House and Periphery realm. Admiral Marcia Farragut, the SLDF’s Naval R&D Director, stood beside him, her posture rigid, her expression unreadable.

Among the gathered officials stood envoys from Coordinator Yori Kurita, Prince Julian Davion, Archon Trillian Steiner, and Captain-General Nikol Marik. One dignitary was above the station of all the others, only counting Alaric as her equal - at least today: Chancellor Danai Centrella-Liao, ruler of the Capellan Confederation, a woman who had already made it clear that her cooperation in this experiment came at a price. She stood silently, observing everything.

A voice crackled over the intercom.

“Final jump calculations confirmed. Manassas is green for Super-Jump. Estimated time to Sian: Twenty-five seconds.”

The air in the chamber tightened. From Terra to the capital of the Capellan Confederation in less than half a minute—no supply chain, no waiting for recharge, no vulnerabilities.

Danai Centrella-Liao did not look impressed. She simply nodded to Alaric. "First Lord, ensure that my prisoner is delivered before we proceed."

Alaric turned to Admiral Farragut. "Prepare the transfer."

The countdown began.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

The universe bent, twisted, and snapped back into focus.

Gone was Sol.

Now, the light of Sian’s star bathed the hull of the ancient WarShip instead.

Waiting at the jump point, only 50 kilometers distant from the Manassas' emergence point, was the CCS Aleisha Kris, a Feng Huang-class cruiser and the last remaining WarShip of the Capellan Confederation. The WarShip immediately reacted, its massive autocannons adjusted slightly, targeting solutions shifting—not a full weapons lock, but close enough to make a statement.

The intercom buzzed urgently.

“Sian Command is confirming our identity. Capellan aerospace forces are mobilizing, awaiting orders from Chancellor Centrella-Liao.”

Danai did not speak right away. She let the moment stretch, her expression impassive as she observed the Manassas and the assembled dignitaries. The Capellan Confederation had long since ceased being a major naval power. Now, with this ship in their space, they were reminded of what they had lost.

Then, with a flick of her hand, Danai’s aide relayed a single order.

The Aleisha Kris stood down.

Alaric’s smirk returned, but he said nothing. He turned to Admiral Farragut, who nodded once. The intercom buzzed again.

"Bring the prisoner forward."

A moment later, escorted by two SLDF guards, Grady Magnus of Clan Snow Raven was led onto the observation deck. His uniform had been stripped of insignia—his title no longer mattered. His piercing eyes showed no remorse, no fear.

Danai watched him for a long moment. "You burned Chang-an, killed the Chancellor."

Magnus tilted his head slightly. "Aff. And I would do so again."

The temperature in the chamber dropped.

The bombardment of Liao in 3151 had been unsanctioned by First Lord Ward, a personal campaign of destruction waged by Khan Stirling McKenna—but it had been Grady Magnus’ fleet that had delivered the fire upon the Confederation’s world.

Danai’s gaze did not waver. "You have been judged. And justice will be done."

Two Capellan Death Commandos stepped forward, their black-and-green armor glinting under the soft lights. Magnus did not resist as he was handed over.

Magnus was led from the room, and ten minutes later, the assembled dignitaries watched as an SLDF DropShip detached from the Manassas and rocketed over to the Aleisha Kris.

When the DropShip had reattached to the Manassas fifteen minutes later, Danai finally turned to Alaric. “The Confederation honors its agreements. Proceed.”

Alaric nodded. "Prepare for final jump."

The jump alarms sounded, the L-F battery already prepared to supply the second jump.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

The jump drive pulsed again, reality bending once more.

And then, just as suddenly as before, they were in the Coromodir system. The planet of Coromodir V, the beating heart of the Aurigan Coalition loomed ahead them - the assembled dignitaries taking in the implications of the feat - not only was a jump of such distance possible, but it was still accurate enough to use pirate points.

Waiting for their arrival at the jump point was the ACS Dobrev—the personal royal yacht of High Lord Keanu Arano-Cameron. Though classified as a Carrack-class WarShip, it was heavily refitted—a palace among the stars, but still fully armed, a symbol of Aurigan independence and a reminder that the Coalition was no longer a minor power.

The intercom buzzed, the communications officer barely able to hide their excitement.

“ACS Dobrev hailing. High Lord Keanu Arano-Cameron wishes to extend his greetings to the First Lord of the Star League.”

Alaric turned toward the viewport, gesturing subtly for the gathered dignitaries to take in the scene before them.

"This is the future," he said, his voice steady. "No longer do we need months to cross the void. No longer must we fear distance as a barrier. Today, we have crossed nearly five hundred light-years in less than an hour."

The reaction was immediate.

The House Lords and Periphery envoys exchanged hushed whispers. Some looked concerned, others intrigued. The Capellan delegates were silent, but Danai’s gaze was thoughtful.

High Lord Keanu Arano-Cameron’s face appeared on the holo-display. Though young, he carried himself with the poise of a ruler trained from birth, his Cameron-blue eyes locking onto Alaric with careful calculation.

“Welcome to Coromodir, First Lord Ward.” His voice was smooth, but there was something beneath it—a measured understanding of the moment. "The Aurigan Coalition is honored to host this historic occasion."

Alaric stepped forward, nodding slightly. "High Lord Arano-Cameron. It is good to stand before an ally after such a journey. I trust our demonstration has been enlightening?"

A flicker of amusement crossed Keanu’s face. "You have shown what is possible. Now, we must determine what comes next."

Alaric gestured to Admiral Farragut, who issued the final orders for disembarkation. The SLDF delegation began moving toward the shuttle bay.

As the SLS Manassas and ACS Dobrev floated in silent orbit, the Inner Sphere entered a new reality.

Danai Centrella-Liao, the last dignitary to remain on the observation deck, studied the world below, then turned back to Alaric.

"You have proven your reach, First Lord. Now tell me—what do you plan to do with it?"

Alaric’s smirk returned, but his voice was steady.

"Rebuild the Star League. And this time, we will do it right."

The era of distance had ended.

And a new age had begun.

[legacyofacat]

GB's Development Blog / Masterpost

Just an overview of my projects and their status (for you and me) because... dunno. could be interesting I guess?

Try Series:

Try of Maks (main series comic): fully sketched/prepared. Pages in need of finishing & publishing

Nimbus Try I: Arpeggio of Hurt Steel: Completed

Nimbus Child I: Games of War: Completeted

Nimbus Try II: Ghost Hunt: Completed

Nimbus Try III: Utosia: Currently being published

Nimbus Try IV: Mythological!AU: To be published

Nimbus Try V: Cor!AU: To be published

Nimbus Try VI: Written part finished. Comic fully sketched.

Nimbus Try VII: Ego: To be published

Nimbuy Try VIII: Usurpator: To be published

Nimbus Try IX: Non-existing and Continuous World: Planned as game (visual novel-esque). Script completed. Character sprites sketched. Backgrounds, speech boxes, scene art still needed.

Try X: Nemo: fully sketched

Your Garden of Woe:

Bloody Sakura in a Field of Poppies: To be published

Wings of Ruby: To be published

In Order to Fulfill my Purpose: To be published

Songbird: To be published

The War I Chose to Wage Against the Stars: unfinished

Arpeggio of Blue Steel:

Where Your Core Rests: Kongou x Reader. Completed

Azur Arpeggio: Azur Lane/Arpeggio crossover. Request from Wattpad. Unfinished

Black Swarm: Merpeople AU featuring either Maya and Kongou or the Reader and Kongou. Existence pending

Deep Deep Blue: Maya is stuck in a time loop to save Kongou. unfinished

Murder Can Get You... a Wife?: Kongou x Reader / Kongou & Reader (will probably be readable as both). Unfinished

Other:

Dreamcaught Butterfly: Hollow Knight fanfic born quite literally from a dream, where the Blackwyrm came back to life to be a pain in PK's side. Will probably never be worked on

Character Designs / Redesigns (Crossed out = Finished):

Normal ships:

H41 (J) Barbarossa

H42 (K) Hohenzollern

H43(L) Manfred von Richthofen (converted CV)

H44 (M) Lothar von Richthofen (converted CV)

H40 (I) Hindenburg

H39 (H) Friedrich der Große

Preußen (H-43, L)

Kriegsglück (H-44, M)

Tirpitz

Bismarck

Gneisenau

Scharnhorst

Flugzeugträger A, Graf Zeppelin

Flugzeugträger B, Peter Strasser

Flugzeugträger C 

Flugzeugträger D

O Odin

P Wotan

Q Beowulf

Seydlitz/Weser

Lützow/Tallinn

Mainz

Kiel

Thüringen

München

Rostock

Hamburg 

Clemenceau

Gascogne

Lion (1910)

Princess Royal

Kirishima (DD)

Kongou (DD)

SS Scharnhorst (Shin'yō)

HMVS Cerberus

Sovetskaya Gruziya

Temeraire (Lion-class BB)

Irbis (name subject to change, Lion-class hybrid battleship)

111 / Kii

797 / Oki

Shinano

Kashino

Hood

Howe

King George V

Ohio (Montana-class)

Maine (Montana-class)

Flandre (Alsace-class)

Impero (Littorio-class)

Roma (Littorio)

Italia / Littorio

Dutch 1047 Battlecruiser Project Ship #1

Dutch 1047 Battlecruiser Project Ship #2

Pollux/Korai Maru/Hoyo

Endracht

De Zeven Provinciën

Carnarias & 

Baleares

Lepanto & 

España (Littorio class, the Spanish & Italian planned on building variations)

Piorun (loaned to the Polish Navy from the Royal Navy)

Fuji

Hatsuse

Yashima

Shikishima

Asahi

Mikasa

B-65 Kreuzer (Daisen & 

Kuro)

SS Gneisenau (Jade)

SS Potsdam (Elbe)

Lütjens

RLP

L20e Alpha (Ägir?)

U-556

Midway

Ark Royal

Royal Oak

Prinz Eitel Friedrich / Noske

Brandenburg 

SM U 29

Z1

Vanguard

I-403

I-404

I-405

U-2540 (Wilhelm Bauer) 

Undine

Alliance

Cachalot

U-2501

U-190

Salmon

Balao

S-1

U-74

Shenyang/Namikaze

Chungking/Huanghe/HMS Aurora

Irian/Ordzhonikidze

Hsienyang/USS Rodman

Loyang/Benson

USS BLACK

USS Farragut

USS Fletcher

USS Monagahan

Chung Mu/USS Erben

Hamakaze

USS Ringgold

Isokaze

U-181/I-501

Independence (CV-61)

Training ship Amerigo Vespucci

Taihō

Dresden

Kolberg

Graf Spee

Altmark/Uckermark „Uka Maru“

Von der Tann

Moltke

Derfflinger

U-69

Kaiser

König

Gryf

Bougainville

Black Swan

Sonne

Mars Nova

Pluto

Conte di Cavour

Dante Alighieri

Zuikaku

Shōkaku

Kaga

Hashidate

Katori (cruiser)

Ryūjō

Chikuma

Tenryū

Kuma

Yūbari 

Yahagi (Chikuma-class)

Amagi

Ashitaka/Takao

Myōkō

Tachibana

Shimakaze

Wakatake

Umikaze

Akizuki

Asashio

Kagerō

Kamikaze

Yashiro/Cheng An (Mikura-class)

Awrora

Diana

Nowik

Molotow

Nürnberg/Admiral Makarow

Swietlana / Krasny Krim

Gangut / Oktyabrskaya Revolutsiya

Noworossijsk/ Giulio Cesare

Moskwa (battlecruiser)

Kiew (dd leader)

Leningrad (dd leader)

Minsk (dd leader)

St. louis

Charleston

Alaska

Guam

Erie

Chester

Helena

Marblehead

Omaha

Constellation (lex class)

Lexington

Arizona

North Carolina

South Carolina

Wyoming

Iowa

Midway

Fusō

Kawachi

Mutsu

Nagato

Aoba

Orion

Strasbourg

Dunkerque

Duke of York

T-22

Nassau

Bayern

Prinz Eugen / Tegetthoff

ZF6 / L'Opiniâtre

Bellerophon

Eritrea

Kongou

Furutaka

Yūdachi (Nightmare of Solomon)

Ilmarinen

Aallokas

Isku

Ahven

Kuore

Lahna

Marat

Thule

Wasa

Drottning Victoria

Nordenskjöld

Wachtmeister

Munin

Gripen (1928)

Lindormen

Niels Juel

Marjata III/Eger

Ula

Uredd

Yavuz Sultan Selim/Goeben

Basra

Barbaros

Yıldırım

Yavuz

Gür

Svalbard

Kronprins Haakon

ORP Nawigator (spy ship)

Yantar

Alerta (Spanish spy ship)

Yuan Wang (specific ship undecided)

Elettra

Ta Kuan

Hai Pao/Tusk

Cochino

Hai Lung

Ukraina, dd (1917)

Starobilsk 

Ternopil

Lutsk

Dnipropetrovsk

Mykolaiv

Crocus

Naraku Maru

Matti Matti Maru

Myth ships:

Long Cheng (nur Myth)

Lóng guó

Kantorka (Flugzeugträger I (Imperial German project)

Nachthexe (improved Europa CV configuration)

Jingwei

Qilin

Chi Tu

Ruler

Crest

Turing (ex-Attero)

Hansa

Rhein (Flugzeugträger C)

Mosel (Flugzeugträger D)

Weiße Rose (ex-Geschwister Scholl) (repair ship)

Forgotten Ships:

Awa (Project 13 fast battleship)

Muroto (Project 13 fast battleship)

Tosa (named after bb, project 13)

Amaterasu (improved Taihō, G-15 Project)

HMS Faithful

SMS Fürst Bismarck

Babel

Other:

Nyx

Callisto

Rubyheart

Forestleaf

Cloud Melody

Bronze Hoof

Snowflake

Frost Cobra

Athena

Pallas

Ikra

Lillith

Aquabloom

Ayumi (redesign pending)

Bluestream

Daylight (+ new name)

Nightlight (+ new name)

Gaia

Nightmare Blood

Dark Blood

Lia

Lightwalker

Melody

Metimo

Mia

Chrysós (redesign pending)

Schatten

Sonata

Leafchild

Feanor

Great Four Winged One

Bai Ki

Theia

Mitemo's Butterfly

Latura

Anna Mitemo

various Masks

Eru

(content subject to change)

[anghraine]

Speaking of Mass Effect, I definitely haven't had the brain power for as much creative writing as I wanted to get done last week (I had lots of free time but also asthma problems), or even really watching things I wanted to watch. And also just felt like trash, so I was like... okay, what's something that would at least let me think about something fun, even if I can't write much of it.

Obviously, my happy place is the f/f K/S AU, and there are definitely scenes from all over the timeline looping in my head; my brain is just not with it enough to actually write them beyond a few sentences a day (sometimes as much as a couple of paragraphs, never more). So anyway, I decided to start a Mass Effect game with a Shepard based on either S'paak or Jessica. But then I was too hazy to decide between them and went for a gestalt version:

The basic idea was for a physical appearance halfway between them, with S'paak's basic coloring and general cast of features, but with a bit of Jess's softer face and a lot more of her style: the make-up was very much inspired by Kirk's pink lipstick in "The Menagerie" and his heavy eyeliner in "Court Martial" (I also spent a silly amount of time searching for a mod that would get me Jess's glossy long-hair-with-side-part, but pragmatically pinned back for the job, but in a way that always implies the possibility of it falling out into dramatic dishevelment and/or a bitchy hair flip should the opportunity arise).

I decided her personality would be somewhere between them (they're not all that different when it really comes down to it, after all), which is very doable thanks to the Paragade mod, but her class abilities would be based on S'paak. S'paak's powerful psychic abilities definitely lend themselves to a biotic class (the closest analogue to Vulcans in Mass Effect are pretty clearly the asari), and combined with her physical strength, that obviously suggested Vanguard, which is my favorite class anyway:

Since her class was entirely based on S'paak's abilities, I figured the origin/reputation could be entirely based on Jessica's, so I went for the closest approximations of Kirk's backstory, with Mindoir as the analogue for Tarsus IV and Akuze for the Farragut:

Obviously the settings are socially extremely different despite the long shadow Star Trek casts over virtually all sci-fi of this type (most obviously the hypercapitalism of Mass Effect vs the fully automated space communism future of ST, even if I don't see TOS's as anything like a pure utopia the way later ST tries to pretend it was). But it's still fun to inhabit the Jessica-S'paak Star Trek headspace while flying around in a starship and exploring planets with her friends loyal crew.

[the-a-j-universe]

Some things I just don't get in star trek that have to do with the galaxy class and saucer separation.

1. Why were the ones build for the dominion war have their saucers at all?

2. Why did the USS Farragut have its saucer at the end of Generations? One of the purposes of the Nebula was to be a retreaval ship for stranded galaxy class saucers.

Honestly? It's because the models, physical or not, had saucers, and changing/replacing them costs money.

In universe? I imagine Galaxies kept their saucers because the saucer had just bonkers space for troops and equipment. The huge saucer also has a whole lot of phaser strip length on it, allowing for effective multitargeting of those tiny Dominion bugships. The saucer also had a huge fusion power plant in it that Picard himself was known to value in combat situations. They could've shaved pieces off of the saucer in the construction phase, only leaving space for the parts they needed, but maybe that would've actually been more time-intensive than just using the spaceframes already in production.

As for the Farragut at the end of Generations, I think it's likely that it still had its saucer because it wasn't actually there to retrieve the Enterprise saucer, that happened later. The Farragut was there to rescue the surviving crew and passengers, which required the habitable space in the saucer section to house them.

[lenievi]

Not a question, but relating to your McCoy knew of Kirk or met him repeatedly when he was a cadet idea - you know what this means Leni. You gotta write a 5+1 Kirk meets McCoy in cadet era 8D

I actually didn't mean they would meet so often when Kirk was a cadet :D (My characters' timelines wouldn't allow it, and I'm inflexible :D) But like...

After McCoy's inoculation thingy on Dramia, he decided to sing up for Starfleet 100%. They told him he needed to take some classes/whatever at the Academy. He went. Took some of them, met 19yo serious!Kirk.

Two years later, they'd meet on some ship where cadet Kirk was doing his assignment, and McCoy was doing an internship (and developed a surgical procedure, a cerebral-cortex/brain-tissue graft)

Before Kirk was assigned to the Farragut, they met on some Starbase (this would be 2255, i.e. 11 years before The Corbomite Maneuver)

The Federation-Klingon war started. The Farragut participated and Kirk saved McCoy's life on some Starbase (a planet) that was being attacked and the Farragut came to help.

After the Farragut tragedy (2257), Kirk went back to the Academy and became an instructor. McCoy visited the Academy for whatever reason, and they crossed paths again. At this point, they were like this is ridiculous. Do you know how big space is?

After Kirk did his needed instructor thingy, he could work toward his goal to become FO. McCoy decided to stay on Starbase 1 (where Carol worked), so whenever he visited Carol, he also met with McCoy, and their friendship grew.

In 2260, McCoy got reassigned to the Farragut, and in 2261 Kirk became the captain of the Farragut at the age of 28.

OK, this now became my default headcanon LMAO

[tekkyentity]

so i finished space age

check out my planets, im pretty proud of them :)

this is my 'Sumec' Interstellar Cruiser, inspired by the Farragut-Class Battle Cruiser from elite dangerous

the front end will be filled with belts to store promethium later, so far i only wanted to get to the solar system edge so i could say i finished the game so i can focus on school work again lmao

also a less compressed map view of the Sumec

[fxoye2]

for your tos reboot, a good sweet spot to hit with jim and spock between aos, tos, and something new might be making them friends (or exes! who knows, but i think friends works better for slow burn purposes) or roommates at the academy who had a falling out, and then they have to reunite as part of the enterprise crew and have to rework their relationship. you could still have jim being a relatively young captain, but instead of having him jump from cadet to captain like in the 2009 movie, maybe he's a lieutenant or something (idk, more realistic) that got the promotion because of his actions during x clusterfuck. something like the narada or something, or the uss farragut disaster in tos. i think an interesting thing might also be mixing up the ages a little -- like maybe spock and jim are the same age instead of being 3 years apart, but in contrast bones, scotty, uhura, and sulu are around the same age/year as well, but they're a little older than k/s and maybe have served together prior to the enterprise.

ANON, you’re on the same wavelength as me, because WOW, this idea? PERFECTION. I’m absolutely LOVING the thought of reworking Jim and Spock’s dynamic with that friends-to-estranged-to-reunion arc! It hits that sweet spot between the existing AOS/TOS dynamics, while adding that extra layer of complexity. Slow burn gold, right there. Chef’s kiss.

Okay, let’s break this down.

Academy Roommates/Friends: YES. First off, giving them a history at the Academy together is brilliant for that foundation of trust (and tension!). You can imagine them meeting early on, maybe during some advanced class or Starfleet extracurricular (maybe some kind of strategic simulation?), and immediately recognizing each other’s brilliance. I can see them becoming friends, studying together, maybe even unofficially competing for top honors. Jim is still that cocky, charismatic guy who doesn’t seem to care much, but we all know he cares too much. Spock? Absolutely the top of his class, but intrigued by this infuriating human who somehow always finds a way to match him.

BUT THEN. THE FALLING OUT. GAHHH. The angst possibilities here are endless! Maybe they had this intense friendship that was just a little too close to ignore, and then something went wrong. Maybe Jim did something reckless during a mission simulation that caused real harm (or at least, the perception of harm), and Spock, with his Vulcan logic, couldn’t condone it. Or maybe Jim pushed Spock to be a little more human, to embrace emotions, and Spock resented that. Whatever the reason, there’s some kind of betrayal, a clash of values, and BAM—they stop speaking.

Now they’ve both gone off to do their own things. Jim, as you suggested (and I love this!), gets a promotion for his heroism during some major disaster—maybe the USS Farragut disaster or something akin to the Narada incident. He’s not cadet-to-captain overnight (because we’re trying to keep it realistic), but he’s young and already has this legend building around him. So when the Enterprise needs a captain? They call Jim up because he’s earned it, even if people are skeptical about his age and experience.

Spock, meanwhile, has been climbing the ranks the “proper” way—he’s earned every promotion through merit and discipline, no shortcuts. He’s the consummate Vulcan officer, and he’s been serving on the Enterprise for a bit, maybe as first officer under Captain Pike, just like in the original series. But here’s the kicker—he’s carrying the weight of that falling out with Jim. It’s never really left him, but being Vulcan, he’s buried it deep (but we all know it’s still simmering beneath the surface).

AND THEN. REUNION ON THE ENTERPRISE.

Jim takes command, and who’s his first officer? SP-TO-THE-OCK. Talk about fireworks. Both of them are like, “Are you KIDDING me? This guy?” but they’re professionals (sort of), so they swallow it and try to work together. Except, of course, all their history comes back—old resentments, unresolved feelings, all the messy stuff. Jim’s trying to prove he’s grown up since the Academy, and Spock’s trying to prove he’s above it all, but neither of them can deny the tension is still very much there.

What makes this even juicier is the idea that Jim’s leadership style is still a little unconventional (because, duh, he’s Jim Kirk), and Spock? Not impressed. You’ve got this push-and-pull of authority vs. intuition, logic vs. gut instinct, and all the while, underneath all that bickering and tension? There’s still that friendship they once had, just waiting to resurface.

SLOW BURN REBUILDING: So now we get to slow burn territory. They have to learn to trust each other again, and it takes time. Maybe there’s an episode where Jim saves Spock’s life in some wild, reckless way, and Spock is like, “I cannot condone your methods, Captain,” but there’s this tiny, unspoken acknowledgment that Jim always comes through for him. Or maybe Spock steps in to make a call Jim can’t make, and it’s a reminder of why they made such a good team in the first place. They start slowly mending the cracks in their relationship, and through all these missions, they find their rhythm again.

And ohhh, the subtle, emotional tension as they rediscover each other? Jim making little jokes to test the waters, Spock raising an eyebrow but not quite able to hide that tiny smirk. The way they start to stand a little closer, or the moments where they almost touch but don’t. KILL ME. And because they know each other so well, they can read each other in ways no one else can. Like, Jim’s in a mood? Spock just knows. Spock’s struggling with something? Jim doesn’t even need to ask. It’s so loaded with meaning.

Reworking the Ages: I love the idea of making Jim and Spock the same age! It really levels the playing field between them, making their rivalry and friendship even more equal. And by making the rest of the crew a little older, you get this nice contrast. Like, Bones, Scotty, Uhura, and Sulu have more experience, they’ve been through their own battles, and maybe they’ve already established camaraderie. They’d be this tight-knit group who’ve seen some shit, and Jim is the newcomer they’ve heard all the rumors about but haven’t quite figured out yet.

There’s potential for so much fun with the older, wiser crew keeping an eye on Jim and Spock, like “Are these two ever going to get their act together, or are we just going to have to watch this tension play out forever?” Uhura could be the one who’s so done with the brooding stares and sighs, while Bones is straight-up like, “I’m a doctor, not a relationship counselor, but get your shit together.”

Dynamic Growth: By the time they’ve fully reworked their relationship, they’re this unstoppable force. Jim’s grown into his leadership role, having learned to balance his instinct with a bit more discipline (but still very much him), and Spock’s come to terms with his own emotions, recognizing that his bond with Jim doesn’t make him weak—it makes him stronger. Together, they’re the perfect mix of logic and instinct, heart and mind. GAHHHH.

Honestly, this whole setup gives you all the delicious drama of their history, the slow burn of rebuilding trust, and the incredible payoff when they finally realize they’re better together. And all the while, you still get that classic Starfleet action, the crew’s tight bond, and Jim and Spock slowly becoming the ultimate T’hy’la again.

SO YES. GIVE ME THIS REBOOT. GIVE ME ALL THE ANGST AND SLOW BURN AND FIREWORKS.

[ladydeath-vanserra]

how do people LIVE here. I miss rural Iowa where people actually said what they meant instead of living in the land of passive aggression. ironically it was easier to communicate with undiagnosed autism there than diagnosed autism in a city with supposedly more resources LMAOOOOOO

plus also I miss the corn fields man. i miss all the trees and the gravel and the small library where I had had finally been able to sleep after my mom died and they didnt make me leave. I miss the cows and the ducks and the farms.

I miss walking home down the block in the middle of the night talking to the pawn shop guy who was out smoking about life after a movie I went to without being afraid I was going to be killed. I miss the Hope Center.

I miss my friends who came to help me in the middle of the night bec I was having a meltdown. I miss feeling like I'm not dealing with so much classism or ableism. I miss not having to brace myself daily for change and chaos. I miss not being afraid and I miss not feeling so lonely or so sad

Why are cities so lonely?? my graduating class was 32 people and I still remember my classmates from Farragut and Shenandoah. Cities are so full of people, but it's hard finding community without bleeding from your pockets. Small towns have their own issues but the loneliness wasn't there. And when it was, there were the trees and the birds and the Trails

[spymeister]

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Cybertron is the only remaining planet of the Hadeen Solar System on the edges of the Theta Quadrant, about one hundred and fifty-seven trillion astronomical units from the UFP homeworld.

A Class L world, it is primarily unhospitable to organic forms of life, orbiting around Hadeen, a G-Class star at the edges of what the humans affectionately refer to as the Andromeda Galaxy [sic... see Galactus Wikimodium]. The planet's relative size is up for debate, as what had been a once rocky core had been hollowed out by ancient mining forces eons ago.

What is theorized is that in the distant past, a refining and factorial drone had been dispatched to the system to mine whatever raw materials were needed to complete the manufacturing process. It is unknown if the Preservers had a metaphorical hand in sparking sentience, though it seems to have sprung up almost overnight.

Scientist T'vork of the Shi'khar branch of the Science Academy on Vulcan is continuing her ongoing research and has this to say:

'It seems there are thirteen distinct layers upon the planet, each corresponding to a different point in history, or 'age'. It is not known how these 'ages' correspond to each other, as the history of the species is nonlinear and somewhat illogical.'

Observation and data gathering are still ongoing.

---------Lt. Marissa Fairborne, N.C.C-1647(USS Farragut- Science Officer) Stardate: 2955.6

[indeedcaptain]

Spirktober 2023, day 1: Uniform

I will catch up after missing the first two days if it kills me. I told myself that I would write my own personal novel but I am fixated on these guys right now. Behold! More fan fiction!

Also posted on AO3 here.

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Kirk had been in San Francisco for six months. His time on the U.S.S. Farragut had ended, and his new ship had more time in spacedock before they would set out on their five-year mission, to explore new space and push the boundaries of Federation knowledge. And he would be there, leading the charge, as the youngest captain in Starfleet history. His father had been so proud, and his mother so worried. Sam had been… well. He had been himself, which was all he would ever be.

Kirk was worried too, if he were being honest with himself, but he was trying to remind himself of the similarities between his old and new postings instead of focusing on the differences. The U.S.S. Enterprise was the same class of ship as the Farragut. The officers’ mess would have the same ten replicators. His quarters would be different, larger, and in a different location, but the mattress and sheets and smell would be the same. The uniforms would be the same. Almost everything would be the same, except for the people and his role among them. He even had gotten to know the ship and some of the crew ahead of time, thanks to his sojourns with Captain Pike through his various misadventures. He reasoned that he could take on his new level of responsibility without too much fuss.

Four days before the U.S.S. Enterprise was scheduled to take off on her journey, his new crewmates began to arrive in San Francisco and either come say hi or introduce themselves to him. Newly promoted Lieutenant Uhura threw herself into his arms with congratulations when she returned from visiting her grandparents in Kenya. Bones arrived from Georgia a few hours afterwards, bearing moonshine and tales of Joanna’s exploits. Slowly they trickled into the city and HQ grounds, with new faces mingling with the old. Uhura positioned herself at Kirk’s side and introduced the ones she knew to him, whispering details that might be helpful to him into his ear as they departed. She knew who was secretly dating, who couldn’t work alongside each other, and who was most likely to break anything fragile. With every detail she was able to slide him, he felt a little less overwhelmed by the prospect of guiding three hundred people successfully through the black and a little more excited to get started. 

Three days before departure, a package landed on the doormat of the apartment Starfleet had furnished him with. He picked it up as he arrived back from a dinner out with Uhura and several of her Xenolinguistics friends, hefting it up into his arms as he wrangled a padd out to tap against the lock. 

Inside, he dropped it on the kitchen table, located a pair of scissors, and sliced into it. It was printed with official Starfleet logos, so it must have been something related to the mission. Inside were four sets of a new uniform, with a note on top. 

Captain Kirk, 

Congratulations on your promotion and taking command of the U.S.S. Enterprise. As your unique mission will take you beyond where finding adequate replacement uniforms will be convenient or possible, the Fabrications team has taken this opportunity to outfit the Enterprise crew with new, more durable, and more functional uniforms. 

Please let us know if you discover any issues with their construction at your earliest convenience. 

Best wishes on your journey. 

Starfleet Fabrications and Material Construction

Kirk pulled the top uniform out. The material was certainly thicker than he was used to, but it stretched in the same way, and the gold of command was a warm, cheery hue. He pulled out the matching pants and, grinning, made his way to his room to see how captaincy fit him. 

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It’s not that there was anything wrong with the uniforms, per se. They were comfortable, durable, and flexible. The colors were right. They fit him well. He could feel the clever measurements within them as he bent his knees and elbows experimentally, moving through his range of motion and found no areas of discomfort. 

It was just, he thought as he frowned at himself in the mirror, that they weren’t particularly flattering. He had thought, despite his best efforts to quash any public displays of vanity, that the old uniforms had helped him cut quite the striking figure. But the new uniforms had softer, less visible seams, and fewer panels. The outcome was that they were undoubtedly more useful for extended action, more difficult to rip, and likely easier to repair. 

But they also made him feel like a child again, round like only a farm boy could be, weaning play clothes that he could get dirty without upsetting his parents. 

It’s fine, he told himself. It’s not like there was a common Earth saying about “the clothes make the man.” He was not a self-conscious teenager and it didn’t matter if his clothing made him feel like a child again. They were useful for his mission. 

But that didn’t mean that he had to like them.  

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The uniform had not grown on him, but he was wearing it as Montgomery Scott, new chief engineer of the U.S.S. Enterprise, beamed him aboard for final review. The enthusiastic Scotsman pumped his hand and led him down into engineering. Kirk found himself buoyed from department to department by the momentum of his crew, everyone wanting a moment of his time to tell him about their experiments, or ideas, or questions for their trek. Their excitement was infectious, and (despite all of them looking like babies to him in their soft uniforms) Kirk was thrilled to see each and every one of them. 

Finally he ended up on the bridge, surrounded by his hand-picked command crew: Lieutenant Uhura on communications, the Russian baby genius Chekov for navigation, the ace pilot Sulu, Bones, who was supposed to be in Medbay but was following Kirk around with a hypo just for the hell of it, and ---

“Where is Mr. Spock, Uhura?” Kirk finally asked, when there was a moment of silence. 

Uhura looked down at her padd. “He should be here any moment, he was on his way back from---” 

The turbolift door slid open, and Spock stepped out. Kirk hadn’t seen him in over a year: not since his last time on the Enterprise when she was still Pike’s ship, when Spock had saved his ass in a firefight and Kirk had promised Pike afterwards that he would convince Spock to be his first officer if it was the last thing he did. He looked just as Kirk remembered him. Spock was tall and dark and broad, steady and familiar and comforting. There was a happy jolt in Kirk’s stomach as Spock turned to him. 

“My apologies, captain,” Spock said. His dark eyes were warm as he looked over Kirk. “I just returned from a visit on Vulcan. My mother was less than enthusiastic about my departure.” 

“It’s good to see you, Spock,” Kirk said. He could feel his affection radiating out of his face, but he was powerless to stop it. Spock inclined his head, and walked from the turbolift to the science station, which whirred to life at his approach. He placed his hand over the power panel almost fondly, with his back to the rest of the bridge crew. 

Kirk felt his mouth dry out. Had Spock’s legs always been so long? Had his ass looked like that before, or had he gotten stronger in the intervening year? Had his shoulders always tapered to his waist at that angle; had his fingers always been so agile; had the blue of the science shirt always set off the soft green undertone of his eyelids like that? He realized that he was staring and pulled his eyes away, and if Uhura smirked at him then he would pretend he didn’t know what she had seen. 

As he settled into the captain’s chair, his captain’s chair for the first time, Kirk thought that he might be convinced of the merits of the new uniforms. 

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 4.24 (before 1940)

404 BC – Admiral Lysander and King Pausanias of Sparta blockade Athens and bring the Peloponnesian War to a successful conclusion. 775 – The Battle of Bagrevand puts an end to an Armenian rebellion against the Abbasid Caliphate. Muslim control over the South Caucasus is solidified and its Islamization begins, while several major Armenian nakharar families lose power and their remnants flee to the Byzantine Empire. 799 – After mistreatment and disfigurement by the citizens of Rome, Pope Leo III flees to the Frankish court of king Charlemagne at Paderborn for protection. 1134 – The name Zagreb was mentioned for the first time in the Felician Charter relating to the establishment of the Zagreb Bishopric around 1094. 1607 – Eighty Years' War: The Dutch fleet destroys the anchored Spanish fleet at Gibraltar. 1644 – Transition from Ming to Qing: The Chongzhen Emperor, the last Emperor of Ming China, commits suicide during a peasant rebellion led by Li Zicheng. 1707 – A coalition of Britain, the Netherlands and Portugal is defeated by a Franco-Spanish army at Almansa (Spain) in the War of the Spanish Succession. 1792 – Highwayman Nicolas J. Pelletier becomes the first person executed by guillotine. 1792 – "La Marseillaise" (the French national anthem) is composed by Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle. 1808 – Dano-Swedish War of 1808–1809: The Battle of Trangen took place at Trangen in Flisa, Hedemarkens Amt, between Swedish and Norwegian troops. 1829 – Charles Fremantle arrives in HMS Challenger off the coast of modern-day Western Australia prior to declaring the Swan River Colony for the British Empire. 1846 – Thornton Affair: Open conflict begins over the disputed border of Texas, triggering the Mexican–American War. 1849 – The Governor General of Canada, Lord Elgin, signs the Rebellion Losses Bill, outraging Montreal's English population and triggering the Montreal Riots. 1859 – British and French engineers break ground for the Suez Canal. 1862 – American Civil War: Forces under U.S. Admiral David Farragut demand the surrender of the Confederate city of New Orleans, Louisiana. 1864 – American Civil War: In the Battle of Marks' Mills, a force of 8,000 Confederate soldiers attacks 1,800 Union soldiers and a large number of wagon teamsters, killing or wounding 1,500 Union combatants. 1882 – French and Vietnamese troops clashed in Tonkin, when Commandant Henri Rivière seized the citadel of Hanoi with a small force of marine infantry. 1892 – Véry bombing during the Ère des attentats (1892-1894). 1898 – Spanish–American War: The United States Congress declares that a state of war between the U.S. and Spain has existed since April 21, when an American naval blockade of the Spanish colony of Cuba began. 1901 – New York becomes the first U.S. state to require automobile license plates. 1915 – World War I: The Battle of Gallipoli begins: The invasion of the Turkish Gallipoli Peninsula by British, French, Indian, Newfoundland, Australian and New Zealand troops, begins with landings at Anzac Cove and Cape Helles. 1916 – Anzac Day is commemorated for the first time on the first anniversary of the landing at ANZAC Cove. 1920 – At the San Remo conference, the principal Allied Powers of World War I adopt a resolution to determine the allocation of Class "A" League of Nations mandates for administration of the former Ottoman-ruled lands of the Middle East. 1933 – Nazi Germany issues the Law Against Overcrowding in Schools and Universities limiting the number of Jewish students able to attend public schools and universities. 1938 – U.S. Supreme Court delivers its opinion in Erie Railroad Co. v. Tompkins and overturns a century of federal common law.