#qualoring

[dabuerre]

i love how riker introduces the second part of Unification, Part 2

"the Enterprise remains at Qualor Two as we continue to investigate the theft of a surplus Vulcan ship. The trail has led us to the former wife of a deceased smuggler."

i don't know why but it's sounds so offbeat or something. makes me pause and kinda laugh.

[whirligig-girl]

Image ID: two Vulcan Cerritos OCs taking a selfie at a street café on vacation on Qualor III. They have dark skin. The one on the left, S'varen, is reaching towards the viewer as if the viewer is a selfie camera she is holding. She is smiling and putting her hand on the other Vulcan, Velik. S'varen wears a dark olive shirt, brown pants, and a dark brown jacket with brown gloves. Velik wears black pants, a bright cyan shirt, and a gold ring necklace. S'varen has a ballcap with the text RITOS on it, and Velik has braided black hair. They are enjoying bread and colorful slushies.  End Image ID.

Commission for Jenny ( @something-boring) of her Star Trek Lower Decks original characters S'varen and Velik on vacation on Qualor III #VulcanVacay2382

(DM me for commission info)

[pluralzalpha]

Galactic Gazetteer: Qualor II

Class: M

Quadrant: Beta

Location: Qualor system, Sector 213

Moons: one

Notable features: orbital supply depot station

Affiliation: United Federation of Planets

Inhabitants: various, notably Zakdorn, Andorians, Ktarians and Ferengi.

Appearances: TNG "Unification II" (1991) LWD "We'll Always Have Tom Paris" (2021)

Fun fact: made a significant appearance in the TNG game Klingon Honor Guard.

Another fun fact: according to Mariner, you can any drink in the form of a slushie at a Qualor II bar.

[ochoislas]

Hilas, que de calor y sed se abrasa, quiere llenar un vaso de onda helada, conque cargando al hombro jarro de oro se embosca allá donde el azar lo guía. La sombra de la espesa breña alarga el sol que ya declina hacia su ocaso; y él por doquiera acecha algún rumor de manantiales aguas derramadas.

Hete que llega donde revestida de helecho y musgo y de salvaje yedra pensil vertiente de escarpado tajo la abierta playa en buena parte adumbra. Aquí fresno y encina, aliso y roble, del sol espantan los ardientes rayos, sus foscas crines difundiendo en torno alto frescor, de fronda entenebrado.

En la entraña del bosque fuente umbrosa murmurando en mitad el prado anima, y brinda fresca paz al caminante, que repara el verdor de fuego estivo. Del hondo seno de su lecho algoso exhala aliento de fecundo efluvio que a yerba, flor y tierna mata envía los nutrientes humores por mil venas.

Dentro del hontanar con sueltas crines el tardo meridión tenía costumbre un corro de napeas, a recato del ameno lugar, bailar sus rondas. Las luces de Hilas vueltas a sus carnes aun logran en el agua enardecerlas, conque en el vívido cristal luciente la rueda por mitad dejaron rota.

Como astro descuajado cae al mar del sereno turquí de estivo cielo, o como arpando por torcidas vías rasga el dosel nocturno un haz festivo, así la rara y singular belleza raptada al fondo de la gorga viva y entre las claras linfas zozobrando viose en los brazos de las ninfas frías.

La húmeda tropa de graciosas diosas con zalemas lo esconde entre sus filas; Driope, Egeria, Nicea, Neera, Nisa su llanto enjugan con las rubias crenchas. Él su nativa libertad perdida llora, y el llanto acerbo la onda ceba. ¿Qué dice en tanto, ay, qué hace, furioso, aquel tebano domador de endriagos?

Orillas del mar póntico, corriendo, registra cada recoleto paso. La clava enorme tiene en mano fiera, el líbico carcaj sobre la espalda. —¡Hilas, Hilas! — a voces por tres veces— ¡Hilas! —clamó en el soledoso valle: no más que un rumor sordo y apagado le respondió de la ensenada peña.

Luego ya de aguardar su vuelta en vano, ayes desesperados libró al cielo, con bufidos de rabia abrasó el bosque, de los astros, de Amor, de sí doliose. Tifis, tendida ya la vela al viento, los claros héroes reunió en la popa. Sólo Hércules quedó gritando fiero, mísero amante que la riba atruena.

*

Ila, dal caldo e da la sete adusto, cerca ov’empir di gelid’onda un vaso, onde d’urna dorata il tergo onusto colà s’imbosca ove lo porta il caso. Crescer l’ombre fa già del folto arbusto il sol ch’omai declina inver l’occaso; et ei per tutto spia se d’acqua sente alcuna scaturigine cadente.

Et ecco giunge ove di musco e felce tutta vestita e d’edera selvaggia pendente costa di scabrosa selce gran parte adombra de l’aprica spiaggia. Quinci l’orno e la quercia e l’alno e l’elce scacciano il sol qualor più caldo irraggia, spargendo intorno da la chioma oscura, opacata di fronde, alta frescura.

Quasi cor de la selva un fonte ombroso mormorando nel mezo il prato aviva, et offre al peregrin fresco riposo chiuso dal verde a la stagione estiva. Dal sen profondo del suo fondo erboso spira spirto vital d’aura lasciva e porge a l’erbe, agli arboscelli, ai fiori per cento vene i nutritivi umori.

Sotto questa fontana a chiome sciolte su ’l bel fitto meriggio aveano usanza le napee del bel loco in cerchio accolte vaghe carole essercitare in danza. Com’Ila in lor le luci ebbe rivolte d’infiammarle tra l’acque ebbe possanza, onde nel vivo e lucido cristallo rotto nel mezo abbandonaro il ballo.

Come stella nel mar divelta cade da l’azurro seren del cielo estivo, o qual strisciando per oblique strade fende il notturno vel raggio festivo, così la rara e singolar beltade rapita in giù dentro quel gorgo vivo precipitando tra le chiare linfe trovossi in braccio a le gelate ninfe.

De le vezzose dee l’umida schiera consolandolo a prova, in sen l’asconde; Driope, Egeria, Nicea, Nisa, Neera gli asciugan gli occhi con le trecce bionde. Ei la perduta libertà primiera piagne, e col pianto amaro accresce l’onde. Ahi che disse ahi che fe’, per doglia insano, de’ mostri intanto il domator tebano?

Lungo il pontico mar con piè veloce cerca e ricerca ogni riposto calle. Tien la gran mazza ne la man feroce, la libica faretra ha da le spalle. “Ila, Ila” tre volte ad alta voce, “Ila” chiamò per la solinga valle; né fuor ch’un mormorio debile e basso gli fu risposto dal profondo sasso.

Poscia che ’ndarno il suo ritorno attese, gemiti desperati al ciel disciolse, di rabbiosi sospiri il bosco accese, de le stelle, d’Amor, di sé si dolse. Tifi, poi che le vele a l’aura tese, gl’incliti eroi su l’alta poppa accolse. Ercol restò con dolorosi stridi tapino amante ad assordare i lidi.

Giovan Battista Marino

di-versión©ochoislas

[fallofromulus0]

T'Ana's Caitian meaning she's got that advantage too. Just look at the raptor hands (partial joke) and her crazy stim session with the Qualor II box... and you are probably right about her and 21st century earth diseases. after all, hologram her in Boimler's movie could tell it was the 21st century by scent so yeah... T'Ana hands down (hahaha)

Pretend for a moment the Star Trek doctors all existed today, with present-day knowledge and technology

[writeouswriter]

I can physically feel my interests shifting to another genre again why am I like this

[beatricebidelaire]

The taxi had a faint passion fruit smell, Beatrice notices. Passion fruit, which was coincidentally the innest fragrance for perfume this week. Which was - very interesting indeed.

So Beatrice glanced at Kit, noticing her hair in a neat pencil bun not a single strand out of place, her clothes also looking neither out of ordinary or messy, her hand on the wheel in a calm and relaxed manner. Everything seemed the usual, aside from the faint passion fruit smell.

Beatrice wanted to ask. Or maybe not so much as ask, but casually remark on something. Bring up the subject like they’re discussing the weather. Sniff daintily and exhale and comment, “ah, passion fruit.” Something like that. A smooth opening into a conversation, instead of something like “was Esme just in your car?” Casual, ingenious. Something expected of Beatrice Baudelaire, the great conversationalist.

“Was Esme just in your car?” was what she heard herself say, despite all her delicate planning. So much for smoothly easing into the conversation, she thought in irritation. She blamed passion fruit. Or perhaps Esme, that annoying new actress who thought she’s becoming the next big shot. Esme, who thought she could just stomp onto the stage and achieve the same level of fame Beatrice had been cultivating for many years, who thought she could just easily slide into their group of friends and capture people’s attention - capture Kit’s attention, especially.

Sure, at first glance Esme and Kit seem to argue rather much and didn’t get along, but the fact that Kit actually willing to spend so much time arguing with Esme was concerning of itself. Kit didn’t seem as bothered by Esme’s dislike of classic literature as either of her siblings, and the conversation between them ventured more into the fields of science and engineering - fields that Beatrice herself was unfamiliar with.

She didn’t particularly like being out of the loop, but she especially didn’t like to be out of the loop of something Kit and Esme seemed to both be in.

And then there’s the fact that Esme leaned in too close to Kit during their arguments, that Kit seemed unperturbed by their close proximity. Beatrice heard they even go on taxi rides sometimes, alone, without Beatrice. Sometimes it felt like Kit was replacing Beatrice with Esme - Esme! The lesser actress, the non VFD trained actress who didn’t appreciate literature - in what world did it make sense?

Kit looked at Beatrice, slightly bemused. “Oh yeah, how did you know?”

“The passion fruit smell,” Beatrice explained.

“Huh,” Kit said absentmindedly. “I didn’t notice.”

Was it a good thing that Kit seemed unaware of Esme’s blatant seduction attempts, or was it a bad thing that because she was so accustomed to having Esme around, she barely noticed the changes of latest fashionable fragrances anymore? Beatrice couldn’t decide.

Maybe she should warn Olaf about what Esme was trying to do, Beatrice thought. She had to keep this from R, though, or else the duchess of Winnipeg would remark slyly again about Beatrice worrying this more than Olaf did, and Beatrice would have to explain yet again that she was only worried for him because she and Olaf were such good friends, and then Beatrice would have to suffer R’s all too knowing look again, as if she knew that wasn’t the whole truth.

Which was ridiculous.

Beatrice pushed those thoughts out of her mind and focus on Kit again.

“You and I, we should go shopping,” Beatrice said. “How about this weekend?”

[federationgothic]

[stra-tek]

Do you agree that quark fucks

No doubt about it. 20 years after DS9 Quark's got

A Quarks Bar franchise on Qualor II

A Quarks Bar franchise on Freecloud

A model company selling little starships and figurines

And in the novels

Got with Ro Laren

Quark fucks for sure

[spockvarietyhour]

Qualor II

[unabashedqueenfury]

Reign 2013-2017/01-04

Mary and Francis

Qualor, labra soavi,

e vi miro e vi bacio,

l’un l’altro senso invidia; ond’a tutt’ore

questo e quel si confonde,

e spesso il bacio al guardo, il guardo al bacio

le dolcezze profonde,

qual geloso rival, fura ed asconde.

Se miro, allor bram’io

baciar; se bacio, allor mirar desio.

Potesser per miracolo d’amore,

o il guardo o il bacio scocchi,

e mirarvi la bocca e baciar gli occhi!

("Sguardi e baci ", Giovan Battista Marino, Rime, XVI-XVII Century)

[turangalila]

Cipriano de Rore (c.1515-1565) Qualor rivolgo il basso [Il quinto libro de madrigali a cinque voci (1566, Angelo Gardano, Venice)] [(119—121) F-Pn Rés. Vma ms. 851 (Bourdeney Manuscript) BNF Département de la Musique, Paris]

Qualhor rivolgo il basso mio pensiero Signor, alla tua altezza, e i miei difetti Nella legge de’ tuoi santi precetti Veggio come ‘n cristal chiaro e sincero Sento la carne mia che pugn'al vero Né mi lascia gioir de’ tuoi perfetti Meriti, vero dono delli eletti Ond'io del poter mio più mi dispero. Ma pur in te sperar perfetta aita D'amarte con il cor, o Padre eterno, Non mi tuoran questi carnali sensi E 'l tuo figlio adorar, come conviensi, Spreggiando l'empia mort’ e 'l scuro inferno Ch'a noi è via, veritade e vita.

Cipriano de Rore: Il quinto libro di Madrigali (1568) The Consort of Musicke, Anthony Rooley (1991, Cantus – C 9402)

[fatalelity]

@iamselfmade​ asked : There's a Space Voicemail left for Addison.

"H-Hey. Hey Mom. It's Hugh. It's a lot to explain, but my nanoprobes weren't inert. I'm back. I'm okay. I'm really shaken up but I'm okay. Um. I'm on a planet called Nepenthe. I borrowed an old friend's equipment to call you. Please call me back. I need to hear your voice. I love you. I'm sorry I got hurt. I was trying to protect my people. I love you, Mom."

beaming up after a three week vacation on risa —— she’s needed that since seven came to her steps whilst she was on qualor ii with her family.   risian mai-tai shattered on the floor as the news registers.  addison wanted to believe that seven was lying, that this was some sort of sick practical joke but she sensed no deceit ... only the same sorrow as her own. 

the following week she felt like a husk of her former self. 

her son died. her son died. her son died. 

for the next while she’s locked herself up in her quarters, crying & ruminating everything she didn’t do for him. oh god, she resented herself for being away for so long — she sent him off to school & the next moment? they were flung across the galaxy and missed seven years of his life. seven years! 

when she hears that telltale notification sound from the ships computer, she instinctively checks it, putting it on screen — voice only, huh? 

items in her hands drop at the sound of his voice — she gasps, falling onto her knees when he speaks. not even giving another thought to how she’s feeling, or how concerned her daughter, mallory looks at the sight of her own mother in tears and rattled —— addison lets out a shaky exhale. 

“   c-computer open up subspace frequencies a-and call hugh back.   ”

[alphamecha-mkii]

Star Trek: The Next Generation - Unidentified Smuggler Ship near Qualor II ('Unification' Remastered Ver)

[oldschoolsciencefiction]

Unidentified smuggler ship at the Qualor II Surplus Depot as seen in the Star Trek: The Next Generation episode "Unification (Part 1)".

Image source: Ex Astris Scientia

[jimintomystery]

TNG: “Unification II”

Captain Picard and Lt. Commander Data learn that Ambassador Spock came to Romulus to guage the potential for a Vulcan-Romulan reunification.  Meanwhile, the Enterprise pursues its leads on the materiel stolen from Qualor II.  When Spock deduces a connection between these matters, he uncovers a Romulan plot.  Commander Sela captures Spock, Picard, and Data before stepping up the timetable for a Romulan invasion of Vulcan.

Since the Cold War greatly influenced Star Trek’s approach to depicting the Federation’s relationship with rival powers, the end of the Cold War had a massive impact on the franchise’s 25th anniversary events.  Star Trek VI depicted the Klingons being unable to afford continued hostilities with the Federation, forcing old soldiers to confront the sudden end of a seemingly eternal conflict that had defined their lives.  This episode, on the other hand, alludes to uprisings in Eastern Europe in 1989, and the reunification of NATO’s West Germany and the Warsaw Pact’s East Germany a year later.

The German reunification metaphor is a bit shaky, though, since Vulcan is a founding member of the Federation and Romulus is the seat of power for its own empire.  Spock doesn’t address whether the policy he’s pursuing would have Vulcan exit the Federation to cogovern the Romulan Star Empire, or if Romulus would abandon its imperial possessions to become a Federation member.  For all I know we’re supposed to think Vulcan-Romulan reunification is effectively synonymous with the a union between the whole Federation and the entire Romulan state.  The questions of sovereignty make this far more complicated than, for example, a bilateral non-aggression treaty, which makes it pretty illogical for Spock to seriously believe Proconsul Neral would greenlight it this afternoon.

Since I previously mentioned my confusion about the “missing Vulcan ship” angle, let’s go over how it fits into the Romulans’ plan.  The Romulans want to send 2,000 troops to Vulcan, posing as a peace envoy.  To that end they try to convince Spock to endorse a peace initiative, and they need to steal three Vulcan transport ships.  One of those ships, the T’Pau, is procured from the smuggling ring at Qualor II.  But the Romulans don’t get the T’Pau’s navigational deflector, which was apparently fenced off to a completely different party, and went down with a Ferengi cargo ship.  I find it odd that the Romulans would leave that loose end for Starfleet to find, especially since the T’Pau is pretty useless without a deflector. 

For that matter, I find it strange that the Romulans expect to send three Vulcan ships across the Neutral Zone without raising a lot of red flags.  The Vulcans may not know what Spock is up to, but they sure know they didn’t give him three ships to do it.  Even if Spock pulled some “cowboy diplomacy” and “borrowed” the ships, he’d have no motive to make them unidentifiable upon their return.  So a lot of this plan really hinges on Sela’s remark that she just needs to keep everybody confused until the invasion force lands on Vulcan.  In effect, the excuse for every plot hole here is that the Romulans are very, very sloppy.  Then again, that would also account for how quickly Spock and Data hack their intelligence network and effortlessly pwn them at every turn.

This episode is the final appearance of Spock until the 2009 film Star Trek, in which he disappears into the alternate timeline of that movie and its sequels.  (His death is reported in 2016’s Star Trek Beyond.)  His last official act in this timeline, then, was a 2387 attempt to prevent the Romulan sun from exploding.  I always liked that detail, because it played into his dedication to the Romulans as established here.  And now, thanks to Star Trek: Picard, we know Spock wasn’t the only good dude from this episode looking out for the Romulans in that crisis, which also seems fitting.