heraldofandraste said: If you could make your own Star Trek ship for a new series, what class ship would you have, what kind of species would you use for your crew, what would their relationships be like, and what would their mission be?
it would be a new form of immediate relief hospital ship named the Panacea
its design is threefold, with a portion intended to land on an affected planet’s surface and become a clinic, the majority being left in orbit to care for a larger quantity of individuals over a longer period of time, and a final section that jettisons to become a smaller-scale ship to survey other systems in the area
its computer would be equipped with advanced holoprocessors and memory circuits to accommodate programs that emulate the great physicians of the past, boasting names like Phlox, McCoy, and M’Benga, and those of the present - Crusher, Bashir, and Pulaski - because all hands are needed to help in these dire times
and there would be holoemitters in every treatment center to project new and improved versions of the EMH Mark I based on advances the original Voyager EMH brought back from the Delta Quadrant
Borg technology that has been developed on Earth is also a major part of the ship, as regeneration techniques and nanoprobes have shown themselves to be of considerable medical help in research assisted by Seven of Nine
the ship would be crewed by approximately equal parts Bajoran, Cardassian, and Federation officers - it’s only fitting to have a ratio that reflects the species affected during the Dominion War
relationships would no doubt be contentious, due to previous history between the Bajorans, Cardassians, and Federation, but the knowledge that it’s in everyone’s best interest to be aboard this particular ship will no doubt temper interactions
their mission would be to go to the worlds outside of Federation control that were the hardest-hit by the Dominion War
mostly worlds within the Cardassian border, but some as far-reaching as the Gamma Quadrant and the outer worlds of the Alpha Quadrant
Okay, WOW, yep i would watch the crap out of that series.
When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.
When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.
When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.
When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.
When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”
You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.
You will turn 18
and become queen of the Nile.
You will turn 18
and bring justice to journalism.
You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.
This is your call to leap.
There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.
You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.
You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do