#uhura month 2025

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Uhura Month Day 29! Today's prompt was "Uhura as a mom" but I don't like children and it's Threshold Day. Happy Threshold Day!

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First artwork of 2025!

This is for the @uhuramonth day 7 prompt: “Crew or Found Family.” So here’s Uhura with Sulu, Scotty, and Chekov— three members of the Enterprise family.

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This is technically from December but I really like this art!

https://www.tumblr.com/allgremlinart/770486888575516672/whatever-butchfemme-spuhura

omg I love it!!! Thanks for the rec!!! Please send us more if you get a chance <3

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For Uhura Month @uhuramonth day 4, prompt: “Diplomacy”, here's chapter 1 of “The Fabric Of Her Life”

Summary: When a first contact mission goes wrong, Kirk is incapacitated, and Nyota must navigate an unfriendly planet without the aid of a universal translator.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series (Movies)

Relationship: James T. Kirk & Nyota Uhura

Characters: Nyota Uhura, James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Hikaru Sulu

Additional Tags: Universal Translator Malfunction, Captivity, Hostage Scenario, Endometriosis, Medical Negligence, (past) Medical Negligence, Trans James T. Kirk

Note: This fic includes mentions of past medical negligence, themes of ableism, ableist character(s) & microaggressions.

Chapter 1: Silk

“Now, , you've read my report, but let's go over the salient points again.”

Ambassador Vodel wears an outfit made entirely from tie-dyed fabric. It's a style popular with most civilians they encounter in deep space, though, if it weren't for these pre-contact briefings, Jim would have no idea what passed for fashion on Earth right now.

“The Ignee have been warp-capable for twenty years, but their maximum warp speed is equivalent to our zero-point-five.” As Vodel struts, the silk swishes importantly. “Like humans, they were spacefarers long before they discovered warp tech- but, unlike us, they'd already colonized every M-Class planet in their solar system when they did so. We encountered one of their manned ships on the edge of Federation space, and it's still there, I very much suspect! The ship maintains constant communication with Igneous-Delta through radio contact alone, but don't ask me how. Naturally, they were a little surprised when we contacted them via subspace, but their instruments picked it up well enough. I imagine it was like receiving the Wow! signal, only a little less…” He waves a hand. “... You know.”

Jim doesn't. “I'll bet they were surprised when your ship turned up, too.” He says.

“Well, quite. Shooting across the galaxy in a fraction-of-a-fraction of the time it takes them to do it, I'm sure they were amazed.” He turns his head. “I think that's why they're so receptive to us.”

“Why wouldn't they be receptive?” Jim shields his eyes as they round the corner, and overhead lights begin their simulated sunrise. The corridor paints Vodel’s robes magenta.

“Well, I thought they were Luddites at first, you know. My crew disagreed, but they came around to my way of thinking: absolutely zero evolution of warp technology in twenty years, zero progress in communications, their planetary servers are still entirely dependent on Ethernet- they'd love this ship, all these datacards…!”

Kirk maintains a blank face. “Speaking of which, my head of communications mentioned-”

“- Ah yes, the lovely Ms Uhura. I do believe my Yeoman is busy replicating a new stack of cards as we speak. As for your chief science officer-”

“And first officer-”

“Two very demanding titles! How peculiar, to have them both filled by one person... But, I suppose he is Vulcan, isn't he?”

“Yes,” Jim says, forcibly. “But-”

“-Well, tell him we haven't got any botanical readings. We did the preliminary atmosphere checks- the safety checks, and all that. The air is fresh, the ground is walkable, and- although we don't have any Vulcans on our crew- if you're in the habit of sending two of your most senior roles on an away mission at the same time; I'm sure he'll be perfectly safe.” He chuckles at his own joke.

“We need that information to plan our away team.” Jim says, levelly.

“I'm afraid I don't follow.”

“Your Conditions Report was missing key allergen information.”

“Allergen information?” He clicks his tongue. “Ah, yes. On a starship this size, I suppose you can't afford to be as discerning with your personnel, even if you are the flagship.”

Jim stops moving. “What?”

Vodel is halfway down the corridor. “Stars below, have I hit a nerve?”

Jim blinks. “Perhaps you should continue briefing me.”

“Well-” he hesitates. “Yes.” He hums. “The Ignee are incredibly concerned with honesty, purity and truth.”

“Meaning?”

“They dislike deception. Their reaction to subspace was proof of that.”

“They thought you were deceiving them?”

“Orbits, no! It's stranger than that. They thought we were defying The Natural Order.”

Jim frowns at him.

“It's just like I told you!” Vodel flourishes. “Their social model revolves around complete transparency, and- apparently- talking through a microphone obscures that.” He scoffs. “With that attitude, it's a miracle that they developed narrowband radio at all. It's why I insisted on accelerating second contact; we weren't getting anywhere over videocall- though, aside from a few superstitions, they're really quite harmless.”

They arrive at the landing bay, and Vodel puts his hands on his hips. “Now, I would stick around, but you're the best in the fleet! Not to mention the fact that each bridge member is a specialist in their own right, and- my my my- I dare say that the other deep-space ships are very jealous of you!”

“Thank you,” Jim says, fimly. “I understand you have an emergency to attend to on Hydrox V?”

“Oh, yes. Their previous leader died of illness, and there's distrust among the temporary government. You have no idea how deadly these disputes can become.”

“Hmm. It's fortunate you were nearby.”

“Undoubtedly!” He beams. “Now, where is that yeoman…?”

His crewman appears at his shoulder wearing a cream-colored hijab. “Ambassador?”

“Ah, splendid! You've calculated the telemetry, then?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent! Well, come along, then; that internal conflict is hardly going to solve itself…”

The yeoman flashes Jim a long-suffering smile as they pass a datacard to him, then vanish as quickly as they arrived. Vodel follows in a flurry of chatter and fabric, and his clothes glow like dying embers. In the sudden silence, Jim is left in an empty corridor as the lights turn from pink to blue.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, and leans against the nearest wall unit.

“Bridge?”

The speaker crackles.

“Have you finished with our charming ambassador?” Nyota says, neutrally.

“Yes, he's returned to his ship.” He pauses. “How come none of the diplomats we meet are ever diplomatic?”

“Oh, he seemed sufficiently diplomatic, Captain.”

Jim smirks, and slots the datacard into the reader. “Is there time to analyse this before we leave?”

“I'll put an ensign on it.”

Jim nods, and turns away.

“Wait!” Her voice brightens. “It's the glyphic data which got lost in the transfer. It'll help me calibrate the universal translator for written documents.”

Jim narrows his eyes. “So, nothing pressing, then?”

“Well, I might help that ensign with it… It's always good to know if something's a marriage document before you sign it.”

“Hey. That was a Declaration Of Betrothal, and I've told you I'm sorry.”

“Well, you still refuse to follow through with it. It hurts my feelings, that's all.”

He smiles. “I'll make it up to you.”

“Mr Spock has suddenly become very interested in the scanner unit,” Nyota says, in an undertone.

*

“No warp-capable society is ‘harmless’, Captain,” Spock announces as Jim steps out of the turbolift.

“Good morning to you, too, Spock. I assume this means you've read the ambassador's report?”

Spock raises an eyebrow. “Twice, Captain. Ambassador Vodel's research was remarkably concise.”

Jim's face twitches. “Yes, I've heard. We can send an away-team to complete the additional readings we'll need before the diplomatic team beams down.”

Something flits across his face. “The scans were at Doctor McCoy's insistence, not mine.” He places his hands behind his back. “He would, however, find such an oversight disturbing.”

“‘Disturbing,’ Spock?”

“The ambassador is unable or unwilling to accommodate the extra environmental scans, thereby putting its crewmembers at risk… An emotional being such as The Doctor would find that disturbing.”

“Ah, I see. It's kind of you to look out for his feelings that way- and logical, of course- but I'll deal with him.”

Nyota smiles to herself as she analyses the glyphic data.

*

The away team assembles in the transporter room, and splits into two groups of six. The first contains Jim, Spock, Hikaru and Nyota, with science officers Stevenson and Imada rounding up the back. The second group is comprised mostly of redshirts.

For this outing, Nyota has donned a command-gold uniform instead of her usual red, and Hikaru has changed into science blues.

There are two additional communications officers in group two, one of whom is an ensign. Jim frowns, but doesn't comment on it. Instead, he turns to Nyota.

“Lieutenant Uhura, do you want to brief us?”

“I do,” she smiles, and addresses the crowded room. “The Ignean lingua franca draws influence from almost five hundred others, some of which are pidgin forms from their off-world colonies. Their sentence structure is flexible, and often changes depending on context.” She glances at Jim, then back to the group. “Most sentences take the form of Object-Subject-Verb, but not all of them. The Universal translator is still learning their language- as am I- so it won't always be able to rearrange their sentences in real-time, as many of you may be used to. For those of you who may have skipped your rotation in comms, you may not be aware that OSV is the rarest word-order structure found on Earth. So, if anyone has any difficulty understanding what they're hearing: see me after class.”

There are several chuckles.

Jim smiles. “And, if in doubt, let our linguists do the talking.”

“Right,” Nyota beams. “That's all.”

“One more thing-”

“I have a briefing,” says a gruff voice behind them. Doctor McCoy stands in the doorway, wearing medical scrubs and a scowl. “Make sure you scan any flora before you approach it, no matter how familiar it looks.”

“Thank you, Bones,” Jim interrupts him, and signals to the rest of the group.

Bones harrumps loudly as the officers takes their places on their respective transporter pads.

“And, before we beam down-” Jim turns to Nyota again. “A question from someone who may have skipped his rotation in comms…”

She smiles. “Captain?”

“If the universal translator isn't drastically changing its output, will the Ignee be able to understand us?”

“So long as we keep contractions to a minimum, I don't see why not.”

“You mean 'do not see why not',” Kilgore reminds her.

Nyota points to her. “You are sharp, ensign. This is why I brought you along.”

“I am glad we worked this out before we beamed down,” Hikaru says.

“Technically, the universal translator will not have any issue working out contracted speech on our end,” Stevenson says, playfully. “But it may help to reduce lag.”

“Yes.” Nyota nods. “Fascinating.”

Bones looks aghast. “Lord help me, Jim, one Vulcan's enough, and now there're five of them!”

Spock cocks an eyebrow at him, and Jim smiles.

“Energise, Mr Scott!”

[CHAPTER 1] [CHAPTER 2 (TBA)]

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2025 Black History Month Day 20: Ronald McNair (1950-1986)

Ronald grew up in segregated Lake City, SC. When he was eight years old he went to the Lake City Public Library and picked out some books to read over his summer break. He had to walk through a white neighborhood to get to the library, and he ignored the stares of the people who lived in the neighborhood. He picked out the books he wanted and waited in line to check them out. The librarian told him the library wasn't for "Coloreds" and threatened to call the police if he didn't leave. He waited while she called the police. His mother heard through word of mouth about what was happening and rushed to the library, arriving just as two police officers were. The officers asked where the disturbance was, and the librarian directed them to Ronald who answered their questions politely. Instead of overreacting the officers encouraged the librarian to allow him to check out the books. His mother vouched that he was courteous and would care for the books, and eventually the librarian relented and allowed him to check out the books. Ronald grew into a scholar. He was involved in band and a talented saxophonist. As a teenager he was enthralled by Star Trek, and the promise that there was a future without racism. He was the valedictorian of his class at Carver High School in 1967. He went on study physics, and earned his PhD from MIT in 1976. He was world renowned for his work in laser physics. He studied Karate and achieved the level of a fifth degree black belt. In 1978 he was selected to be an astronaut. Nichelle Nichols (Lt. Uhura from Star Trek) recruited him as part of NASA's efforts to recruit people of color and women. In 1984 he became the second black man to fly in space, which he used as an opportunity to play his saxophone in space. Unfortunately he was one of the seven astronauts picked for the fateful Challenger mission on January 28, 1986 which resulted in the death of all on board. He was to play a jazz song on his saxophone as part of a live performance. There are many tributes to him from a memorial park in his hometown to a park in Brooklyn, NY. Perhaps the sweetest tribute was the renaming of the library where he had the police called on him as the Ronald McNair Life History Center. May we remember the graceful confidence he had as a child and allow us to work for what is right!

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2022 and beyond

it's going to be weird to have Strange New Worlds airing while they are in production for season 2. 0.0

Season 2 is most likely to be released in 2023 in the same month that Strange New Worlds s1 will/has/had premiered.

If they renew it for season 3, there will be a season 3 in production during the month of February 2024.

if it gets renewed for season 4 then it'll be released 2025.

it gets renewed for season 5 then it'll be released 2026.

if it gets renewed for season 6 then it'll be released 2027.

if it gets renewed for season 7, it'll be released 2028.

I'm placing my bets on 7 seasons because that's just enough. Wait, hold on. Kirk becomes captain during 2265. Strange New Worlds is a Pike series so there is little chance it'll soar to seven seasons.

Probably five???? Uhura, according to one of the pocket novels, graduates in 2261, she is a cadet in s1, it could be that she becomes ensign in s2 after graduating. I've been largely assuming s1 takes place in 2261 but the fact that she is a cadet makes it logical to assume s1 could take place in 2260 until the stardate is announced.

On the plus side, having the next season deep into production during SNW streaming new episodes will make the wait for the next season not as long as the wait for Strange New Worlds in the beginning.

Although, it will feel JUST as long for SNW fans! <3 And me, as well.

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Day three of Uhura Month!! Today's prompt is Tribbles!

I'm so proud of this one!

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Uhura Month Day 30! Today's prompt was Uhura and Friends and people are hard to drae so here's some poorly drawn worms on strings

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Celebrating the new year and the first day of Uhura Month with some Captain Uhura!

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Happy Day 8 of Uhura Month! Today's prompt is ot3, so I drew the TOS girlies!

This didn't turn out good at all, I was super rushed. Can't wait for the weekend for when I have time to dedicate to making my art good.

Thanks to @albanenechi for the pose reference, which I butchered xD

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Happy day two of Uhura Month! Today's prompt is "absolutely not my job, but I'll do it anyway!" The job in question? Grill master at the staff BBQ!

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Day 7 of Uhura Month!!

Prompt: Crew

Pose reference by @albanenechi !!

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Day 18 of Uhura Month! Today's prompt was "culture clash" so here's Uhura's first encounter with gagh!

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Day 17 of Uhura Month! Today's promot was "Magic AU," so here is Wizard Uhura!

I'm actually pretty happy with this one, gotta be one of my best so far!

Pose from Kibbitzer on Patreon!

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Uhura Month Day 15!

Today's prompt is "top 5 Uhura Fic recs" so here is Uhura reading printed fanfic about herself, and also my 5 recs, in no particular order:

The Fabric of Her Life by Marlinspirkhall

And Her Heart Was Then Quicksilver by Marlinspirkhall

Show Tribbles by aequuitas

Two on the Same Page Here by epicionly

Universal Constant by plaidshirtjimkirk