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It's a bummer, man, all this warping and what it's doing to the space-time continuum. But of course let's not talk about it too much because we've got some extremely important cat content to handle first. Geordi ain't a cat person, and Data can't train the cat very well by asking Spot to get down. There's a Ferengi who may have disabled a Federation ship, but actually it's two terrorist siblings doing that in the warp corridor. Serova is so convinced the warping is destroying their planet, that she is willing to put her life on the line. That rattles the crew, Geordi, and has implications for the rest of the franchise. Maximum Warp!   Please send us any thoughts on the series to LetsReEngage@gmail.com or on Bluesky, Greg's social media of choice. Get in touch with us on BlueSky @ReEngageTNG.bsky.social!    Host: Jimmie G (@thejimmieg on IG & Twitter) Panel: Erik Curry (@erikfallsdown on Twitter & IG) , Kate Jaeger (@jaegerlicious on Twitter and IG) , and Greg Tito (Gregtito.com, @GregTito on Bluesky, @greg_tito on IG) Audio Editor: Jimmie G (@thejimmieg on IG & Twitter)  Logo artwork: @mojojojo_97 on Twitter, mojo97.com Theme music: Ryan Marth   Next up is s7e10 "Inheritance" hosted by Erik!

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

After a near disaster on a Ferengi vessel, our favorite butt-headed villains sneak on board to uncrack a glow-energy egg in which Kamala, an empathic metamorph, comes cracking out -- and this little alien is hard boiled! Seems Kamala is in the process of finis'ral, a stage of transformation in which her body is emitting heavy doses of pheromones and she's skunking up the whole ship with that stink! This was all supposed to be used on her arranged husband-to- be but instead it erects every male crew member she comes in contact with on the ship, even our Captain! (I guess they're done with the gay stuff on this show, because no ladies get aroused ! One and done, know what I mean!) Seems JLP gets a little crush on Famke, I mean Kamal and they start vibing with each other even though Kamala is an arranged marriage that will heal war between two planets -- two flipping planets, Dave!! Beverly calls it slavery, Picard calls it culture, Riker calls in for some alone time on the Holodeck! All of this and somehow more on this  exciting episode of ST:TNGeez, Not Another Star Trek Podcast!It's Season 5, Episode 21 -- “The Perfect Mate”Even more available at: https://tngeez.com

The Nerd Trek Podcast dives into Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Season 6, Episode 12 — “Who Mourns for Morn?”. Join us as we celebrate everyone's favorite silent barfly, uncover the mystery behind Morn's disappearance, and explore Quark's hilarious misadventure that reveals the Ferengi heart beneath the greed. Packed with humor, trivia, and Trek lore, this episode delivers fun analysis, behind-the-scenes insights, and a deeper appreciation for one of DS9's most unexpectedly beloved characters. Perfect for Star Trek fans and Nerd Trek listeners who love smart, funny sci-fi discussions.

The Nerd Trek Podcast dives into Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Season 6, Episode 12 — “Who Mourns for Morn?”. Join us as we celebrate everyone's favorite silent barfly, uncover the mystery behind Morn's disappearance, and explore Quark's hilarious misadventure that reveals the Ferengi heart beneath the greed. Packed with humor, trivia, and Trek lore, this episode delivers fun analysis, behind-the-scenes insights, and a deeper appreciation for one of DS9's most unexpectedly beloved characters. Perfect for Star Trek fans and Nerd Trek listeners who love smart, funny sci-fi discussions.

Episode 370 Kicking Off with Listener Feedback and Podcast Identity : 00:00 From Roger Rabbit to The Patient: TV& Childhood Trauma 02:27 Exploring Quaintness, Quirks, and the Autistic Ferengi 09:10 The Crocodile Hostage and Player- Hating Alien Encounters 15:50 Analyzing the Board Game Industry and IP Crossovers 25:10 From True Crime to Studio Ghibli: A Podcast Wrap- up 31:50 Our Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/bgsnobs Email: boardgamesnobs@gmail.com Follow/join us at: Board Game Snobs Discord https://www.instagram.com/boardgamesnobs/ Board Game Snobs Facebook Group

Progress (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (DS9), S1 E15) was recommended by Bryan Love(Blackrain), who said: When I first watched this episode when it air way back in the early 90s, I was only 13 years old. It felt pretty much like a filler bottle episode. Something they needed to write out to fill in for the 19 episode for the first season. Even when I did different re-watches of DS9 over the years "Progress" still felt like a first season bottle episode, something that the writers were trying out as they were finding their footing of what DS9 was going to be. It wasn't until the start of my latest re-watch of DS9, along with having watched more of the newer Star Trek(Lower Decks, Discovery, Strange New World, etc.) along with more life experiences I had more to bring to the re-watch this time.There are the two different plots that run through this episode. Plot A Major Kira having to choose between her duty or who she was. Plot B Nog and Jake trying to earn Profit!Plot A: The Federation is helping Bajor with need power by tapping into the core of one of its moons. This unfortunately will make the moon uninhabitable, the few people living on the moon will have to relocate before the mining operation can begin. Everyone leaves, but one old farmer Mullibok that refuses to leave. He's the sweet old grandfather or uncle Eeveryone has or knows. The old man of a thousand stories. Major Kira finds herself question herself. She was a resistance fighter during the occupation, fighting against the cruel overbearing governmental authority. Now she's part of the new Bayoran government and it's her job to be that governmental authority to remove Mullibok from his home. Even if she doesn't want to. She gets for a very short time to leave all the pressure of her duties, as she get to play pretend with Mullibok listening to his stories. Captain Sisko comes to remain Major Kira of her duty.Plot B: The more light hearted and has always brought up the question. The Federation doesn't use a currency base system. But other races still value things, and other humans not in Star Fleet have to earn a living. Nog and Jake put the practice of the art of the trade to full test here, or "I have a paper clip, bet I can trade it up to..." Nog like most Ferengi only wants gold press latinum. It's with Jake's help, I think it helps Nog to start seeing the value in other objects. What is its worth in trading vs it's monetarial valuee. The item might be nothing to me, but someone might gladly pay a small fortune for it.As much as the A Plot with Kira was the main part of this episode, I much more enjoyed Nog and Jake master the art of the deal or trade. Working on that humon and Ferengi friendship.Progress first aired on May 9, 1993, written by Peter Allan Fields, and directed by Les LandauKira has to deal with a stubborn farmer (Brian Keith) who refuses to leave his home even though it is slated for demolition.The Joy of Trek is hosted by Khaki & Kay, with editing & production by Chief Engineer Greg and music by Fox Amoore (Bandcamp | Bluesky)Send us your recommendations, or support us on Patreon.Find us at joyoftrek.com · Twitter · Facebook

In this delightful time-travel romp, the Ferengi trio jaunt over to apparently nearby Earth and find themselves Roswelled! And does Odo/James Cromwell eat/murder a dog? Matt and Andy discuss![Episode discussion begins around 1:02, MAN OF STEEL and Donner SUPERMAN spoilers around 28:00ish]

“Rules of Acquisition” 30th-anniversary reflections Word is there's profit o' plenty in the Gamma Quadrant, and the Grand Nagus wants a piece of it. And who better to send as chief negotiator than Quark? But never forget the 48th Rule of Acquisition: “The bigger the smile, the sharper the knife.” Quark's new waiter, Pel, thinks Zek is setting him up to take the blame if a deal for the totally reasonable ask of 100,000 vats of tulaberry wine falls through. Thankfully for Quark, he won't be alone at the table, because Pel turns out to be more than a waiter. He's a skilled entrepreneur. And a she. Despite their combined negotiating prowess, Quark and Pel return without the wine. But they aren't entirely empty-handed. They have the memory of an awkward kiss and information about some group called The Dominion. In this episode of The Orb, hosts C Bryan Jones and Matthew Rushing continue our 30th-anniversary retrospective that will take you through all of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, one episode at a time. In this installment, we discuss “Rules of Acquisition,”what the story says about identity, how it sets up The Dominion, and how DS9 makes the Ferengi matter. Chapters Intro (00:00:00) Making the Ferengi Matter (00:03:31) Finding Common Ground (00:10:33) Hiding Your Identity (00:15:45) Originally a TNG Story (00:21:26) A Rom Regression? (00:25:38) Dominion Breadcrumbs (00:27:54) Final Thoughts and Ratings (00:43:54) Closing (00:46:08) Hosts C Bryan Jones and Matthew Rushing Production C Bryan Jones (Editor and Producer) Matthew Rushing (Executive Producer) Norman C. Lao (Associate Producer)

“Rules of Acquisition” 30th-anniversary reflections Word is there's profit o' plenty in the Gamma Quadrant, and the Grand Nagus wants a piece of it. And who better to send as chief negotiator than Quark? But never forget the 48th Rule of Acquisition: “The bigger the smile, the sharper the knife.” Quark's new waiter, Pel, thinks Zek is setting him up to take the blame if a deal for the totally reasonable ask of 100,000 vats of tulaberry wine falls through. Thankfully for Quark, he won't be alone at the table, because Pel turns out to be more than a waiter. He's a skilled entrepreneur. And a she. Despite their combined negotiating prowess, Quark and Pel return without the wine. But they aren't entirely empty-handed. They have the memory of an awkward kiss and information about some group called The Dominion. In this episode of The Orb, hosts C Bryan Jones and Matthew Rushing continue our 30th-anniversary retrospective that will take you through all of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, one episode at a time. In this installment, we discuss “Rules of Acquisition,”what the story says about identity, how it sets up The Dominion, and how DS9 makes the Ferengi matter. Chapters Intro (00:00:00) Making the Ferengi Matter (00:03:31) Finding Common Ground (00:10:33) Hiding Your Identity (00:15:45) Originally a TNG Story (00:21:26) A Rom Regression? (00:25:38) Dominion Breadcrumbs (00:27:54) Final Thoughts and Ratings (00:43:54) Closing (00:46:08) Hosts C Bryan Jones and Matthew Rushing Production C Bryan Jones (Editor and Producer) Matthew Rushing (Executive Producer) Norman C. Lao (Associate Producer)

The first season of Star Trek: The Next Generation was famously turbulent, but behind the scenes, it was also a hive of creative experimentation and open doors for new voices. This week, we welcome veteran writer/producer Cash Edwards, whose original story pitch “The True One” caught the attention of Gene Roddenberry, D.C. Fontana, and his longtime friend, producer Herb Wright. Though the script wasn't produced, it sparked genuine enthusiasm, and Herb's memo to Gene is our document of the week. Cash joins Larry to share memories from TNG's earliest days: working closely with the producers, meeting the cast, and witnessing the scramble for scripts that defined Season One. He also reveals some, let's say colorful, ideas he contributed to the development of the Ferengi's first appearance (laser bolos, anyone? leech grenades?). It's a window into a time when Star Trek was still figuring itself out and welcoming new creatives into the mix who helped shape the journey.

The first season of Star Trek: The Next Generation was famously turbulent, but behind the scenes, it was also a hive of creative experimentation and open doors for new voices. This week, we welcome veteran writer/producer Cash Edwards, whose original story pitch "The True One" caught the attention of Gene Roddenberry, D.C. Fontana, and his longtime friend, producer Herb Wright. Though the script wasn't produced, it sparked genuine enthusiasm, and Herb's memo to Gene is our document of the week. Cash joins Larry to share memories from TNG's earliest days: working closely with the producers, meeting the cast, and witnessing the scramble for scripts that defined Season One. He also reveals some, let's say colorful, ideas he contributed to the development of the Ferengi's first appearance (laser bolos, anyone? leech grenades?). It's a window into a time when Star Trek was still figuring itself out and welcoming new creatives into the mix who helped shape the journey.

The first season of Star Trek: The Next Generation was famously turbulent, but behind the scenes, it was also a hive of creative experimentation and open doors for new voices. This week, we welcome veteran writer/producer Cash Edwards, whose original story pitch "The True One" caught the attention of Gene Roddenberry, D.C. Fontana, and his longtime friend, producer Herb Wright. Though the script wasn't produced, it sparked genuine enthusiasm, and Herb's memo to Gene is our document of the week. Cash joins Larry to share memories from TNG's earliest days: working closely with the producers, meeting the cast, and witnessing the scramble for scripts that defined Season One. He also reveals some, let's say colorful, ideas he contributed to the development of the Ferengi's first appearance (laser bolos, anyone? leech grenades?). It's a window into a time when Star Trek was still figuring itself out and welcoming new creatives into the mix who helped shape the journey.

Sphere Lores and Moriarties and Geordis, OH MYYYY…..  We finally get to all the factories, and find this is where Picard Season 3 finally descends into nonsense.  It's still entertaining nonsense with some well written conversations and performances, but yeah.  Ferengi expert Kregg joins Kev and Barm to talk about fan jerk-offs, more (new?) questions about Changelings, baffling Moriarty cameos, Soong Mega-Collection, Picard's DEAD BODY, which Golden Girl is which Mandalorian, and mourn the death of Barm's beloved betta fish.  Listen to this episode so that we can feel seen.

The Ferengi take center stage in this hilarious yet heartfelt Nerd Trek Podcast review of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine “The Magnificent Ferengi.” Quark assembles an unlikely rescue team to save his mother from the Dominion, leading to one of DS9's most entertaining adventures. We discuss Ferengi culture, comedy in Trek, and why this episode has become a fan favorite.

The Ferengi take center stage in this hilarious yet heartfelt Nerd Trek Podcast review of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine “The Magnificent Ferengi.” Quark assembles an unlikely rescue team to save his mother from the Dominion, leading to one of DS9's most entertaining adventures. We discuss Ferengi culture, comedy in Trek, and why this episode has become a fan favorite.

Connor Trinneer and Dominic Keating watch Star Trek: Enterprise's "Acquisition", joined by Ethan Phillips, everyone's favorite Talaxian... or in this case, Ferengi! Pull up your blue underwear because we're taking back the ship... and whatever you do, do NOT put Porthos in a box!Each week, we explore and celebrate the lives that the Star Trek universe has forever changed. From former and future cast and crew members to celebrities, scientists, and astronauts whose personal and professional journeys have been affected by the franchise, we sit down and dive deep with a new friend, laughing and learning from their stories. Sit back, grab a drink, and join our hosts, Dominic Keating and Connor Trinneer, as we get geeky in The D-Con Chamber.Let's get social! -

It's All Been Trekked Before #435  Season 13, Episode 37  Star Trek: Deep Space Nine #3.23 "Family Business"    Jimmy-Jerome loves a good Ferengi episode and glimpsing Quark's family dynamic. Stephen enjoyed Rom but was overall kind of disappointed. Though he does take a few minutes to school us on baseball. Keith isn't present, but submitted rankings.    Edited by Jerome Wetzel, with assistance from Resound.fm   It's All Been Trekked Before is produced by IABD Presents entertainment network. http://iabdpresents.com Please support us at http://pateron.com/iabd Follow us on social media @IABDPresents and https://www.facebook.com/ItsAllBeenTrekkedBefore

This episode was recorded on June 29, 2025.We recap "Ferengi Love Songs" and discuss how Ferengi girl boss feminism is pretty much liberal girl boss feminism.SDS9 seasons 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 can be found wherever you stream Southpaw. Season 6 is only available to paid subscribers: ⁠https://www.southpawpod.com/⁠

Check out all the fun of Tucson Comic Con at https://tucsoncomic-con.com/ The Ninja Turtles themselves from the Movie made it out to Tucson Comic Con this year! David Forman  David Forman is a stunt performer, stunt coordinator, and actor known for his role as Leonardo in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and his ongoing list of stunt work. His credits range from James Bond films to Star Wars. Recent works include A Quiet Place: Day One, Andor, Venom: Let There Be Carnage, and F9: The Fast Saga. (Sadly, David had to cancel his appearance this year) Leif Tilden Leif Tilden is from Boston, Massachusetts and left for NYC to study at NYU at Tisch School of the Arts where he studied Experimental Theatre, Dance and film. He has worked on several projects with the Jim Henson Company such as the ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' 1 & 2 (‘DONATELLO), and the TV series ‘Dinosaurs' (ROBBIE SINCLAIR). His other character credits include ‘Ace Ventura 2', ‘George of the Jungle', ‘Born to be Wild' and ‘Buddy' – playing a Gorilla in all four. He also performed the Cyclops character in ‘Monkeybone', as well as the evil alien Invader in ‘Life Form'. Recently, Leif directed a feature film entitled, ‘Life at These Speeds' starring Tim Roth, Billy Crudup, Stefanie Scott, Peter Coyote, Melanie Lynsky and Graham Rogers. Michelan Sisti (Micha) Michelan Sisti (Micha) is thankful to have a long and varied career as musician, actor, director and puppeteer. From Broadway to Hollywood, his favorite performances include: Michaelangelo, in “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles I & II”, Charlene Sinclair, in the television series “Dinosaurs”, all of his work with the Muppets, and Tol, in the “Star Trek: The Next Generation” episode, “Bloodlines”. Yes, Micha was a Ferengi! How cool is that? Josh Pais Josh grew up in NYC's infamous Alphabet City, 7th Street between C&D. His father was a theoretical physicist who worked with Einstein, his mother a poet and painter. His first lead in a movie was playing Raphael in the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Often referred to as, “That guy,” Josh has acted in over a hundred movies and TV shows. He is known for his many recurring TV roles including Showtimes' Ray Donovan as Stu Feldman, Netflix's Maniac, Younger, Law and Order as Hank Abraham, as well as such shows as High Maintenance, The Good Wife, Damages, Star Trek Deep: Space Nine, The Sopranos, and early on as the Modelizer on Sex and The City. He is currently on HBO's new series, Mrs Fletcher with Kathryn Hahn. Josh is well known for his stand out performances in independent and mainstream films. Currently he can be seen in the record breaking Joker as Hoyt Vaughn – Joaquin Phoenix's character's boss. Also in theaters now he stars opposite Bruce Willis, Edward Norton, Alec Baldwin and Willem Dafoe in Warner Bros Motherless Brooklyn, directed by Edward Norton.   Please checkout more Tucson Comic Con shenanigans at  https://tucsoncomic-con.com/ Official Tucson Comic Con Fan Page https://www.facebook.com/groups/400494039482865 https://www.facebook.com/TucsonComicCon Check out our previous Tucson Comic con coverage for this year and previous ones at #Tucsoncomiccon | Creative Play and Podcast Network https://creativeplayandpodcastnetwork.podbean.com/category/tucsoncomiccon and https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLsWPaNcS-w6ajTdrjFw6EXvAA3WvGwSiu&si=Ay2CRszAmR0rHIMj   Please support our shows at www.patreon.com/cppn and even join us in some games! Also keep an eye at the new things on our now affiliated Twitch channel: https://www.twitch.tv/creativeplayandpodcast Also follow us on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/CreativePlayandPodcastNetwork Enjoy our older streamed games and other episodes on our Youtube channel at: https://www.youtube.com/@creativeplayandpodcastnetwork Would you be interested if we hosted D&D and Edge of Empire games on Roll20 for you to join? Email us at Creativeplaypodcastnet@Gmail.com  

Episode Notes Ferengi Love Songs: Rene has found his niche: horny Ferengi. Starfleet pest control is... interesting. Time to visit Moogie! Strangest thing to find in your childhood closet? Wait, how big is this closet?? Brunt is a Sovereign class hater. The one place where the Ferengi>America analogy falls down in the 21st century is that they don't generally shoot people to solve problems. The gang makes Aaron produce a new sound effect. The Ferengi market must be incredible volatile. O'Brien makes other people suffer. Odo turns his inner cop into community work. Soldiers of the Empire: We've been in Nog's shoes. Klingons would love anime. Time for some Klingon weeb bullshit. Dax is a better Klingon than Worf. Martok is acting weird. Worf puts over Martok by taking a knife to the kidney. Martok gets his groove back, and Worf gets a new house. Some more Klingon thoughts. DS9 is the rare show without much rivalry in female friendships. A divergence into Dragonriders of Pern. BabSpace9 is a production of the Okay, So network. Connect with the show at @babylonpod.page Help us keep the lights on via our Patreon! Justen can be found at @justen.babylonpod.page Ana can be found at @ana.babylonpod.page, and also made our show art. Both Ana and Justen can also be found on The Compleat Discography, a Discworld re-read podcast. Jude Vais can be found at @jude.athrabeth.com. His other work can be found at Athrabeth - a Tolkien Podcast and at Garbage of the Five Rings. Clips from the original show remain copyrighted by Paramount Entertainment and are used under the Fair Use doctrine. Music attribution: Original reworking of the Deep Space 9 theme by audioquinn, who stresses that this particular war crime is not their fault. This show is edited and produced by Aaron Olson, who can be found at @aaron.compleatdiscography.page Find out more at http://babylonpod.page

Lots of stuff we talked about tonight! Including some things that will never happen, other things that are happening and a few things that may or may not happen. super descriptive huh? the show title says it all, so let's dive right in. 

Ever wanted to see Worf's feet? Good news, shrimpers, because they are on display in “Ethics”! That's right! It's an all-new episode of ST:TNGeez, Not Another Star Trek Podcast, and it's coming at you right about . . . NOW!We've seen Worf battle all manner of Galaxy-class opponents--from Romulans to Ferengi to Borg--but in this episode, he meets his greatest enemy! BARRELS! Giant ass barrels filled with space stuff that fall off a shelf and crush his spine! Ouch! Good thing it's the 24th century, so they can wave a glow wand at him and fix him right up. Except they can't because no one has ever bothered to heal a sick Klingon. Seems those ridge-headed nuts prefer to commit ritual suicide rather than live with any limited mobility. Worf requests Riker's assistance in the ritual, putting their friendship to the ultimate test along with Riker's cultural sensitivity. The tension gets tenser when Dr. Toby Russel comes aboard eager to test her unproven treatments regardless of the risk to her patients, even if they're named Worf, and Bev ain't having it. All this and Alexander, the most adorable Klingon, just wants to see his dad! Will Worf ever walk again? Will Riker get over himself and honor his friend's request? Will Troi ever get paid for all these hours babysitting? Find out in this all-new episode of ST:TNGeez, Not Another Star Trek Podcast!Even more available at: https://tngeez.com

SUMMARY: Hazel Honeysuckle returns with a Kickstarter for a new "Boldly Stripped" book. We ask Hazel what's the scuttlebutt on bringing back The Experience, how Ferengi burlesque would work, and who's the better Star Trek character: Phlox or Neelix? Plus, Paul sees UFOs from his backyard, Scoop Mail, and an equine-themed Scoopardy. Neigh!

Ferengi expert Kregg Castillo, who is enjoying this season of Picard more than most, is back to help us figure out SNEEEEEEED, the first (speaking) Ferengi we've seen in live-action since that silly old Enterprise episode back in the day.  Does he pass muster?  Does WORF pass muster?  Can Picard EVER get its fill of literal heads rolling?  But we're also talking about a much stranger configuration of G-Unit than the one you know, really homing in on whether Jack Crusher is supposed to be annoying or not, reiterating that birds are evil, wondering what Star Trek episode is coming out when you're hearing this, and just having some fun.  Things are always better when there's a Ferengi around. 

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The Enterprise makes a confrontational first contact with the piratical Ferengi race as their two ships are ensnared by a presumed dead planet ready to judge them.Join our Patreon we have three Tiers and ALL are amazing the higher you go the more you get like a Tshirt, Stickers, and a personalized hello from Jason Roy Gaston and Joe Dovehttps://patreon.com/CaptainsQuadrant?...#StarTrekTheNextGeneration #CaptainPicard #Picard #Alien #Scifi #LieCheat&Steal

14. Oktober 1996: Quarks verflossene Gattin Grilka besucht die Station, damit ihr Ex ihre Einkommenssteuererklärung macht. Worf – allen romantischen Hints, die Jadzia droppt, gegenüber blind – bekommt bei der stolzen klingonischen Lady Stielaugen, hat aber keine Schnitte und wird folgerichtig zum Cyrano de Bergerac für den Ferengi. Unterdessen wagen Kira und der Milester den Tanz auf dem Vulkan. In Deutschland: Gefährliche Liebschaften, ausgestrahlt am 23. Februar 1998.

This episode originally broadcast on June 19, 2025. The original podcast post is here: https://pixelatedgeek.com/2025/06/binary-system-podcast-462-wtnv-270-deeper-than-purpose-older-than-thought-love-death-robots-and-star-trek-lower-decks/The Welcome To Night Vale writers decided to prepare for the July hiatus by wrapping up two storylines this episode. And we can thank good-natured, heart-of-the-podcast Steve Carlsburg for both of them. The mysterious Labyrinth corporation will no longer be sending Night Vale citizens to perform illicit deeds in the desert, and the supply chain problem won't be causing any more problems, ie: Cecil having to use a laptop that's more than eight days old. Like a savage.In other news, Kathryn watched another episode of Star Trek: Lower Decks (it was silly, but it's a Ferengi episode, it was always going to be silly). And we both watched the last two remaining episodes of the latest season of Love, Death, and Robots. Short summary: "How Zeke Got Religion" has a solid story with fantastic images and a terrifying antagonist. And we kiiinda think we liked "The Screaming of the Tyrannosaur" better.The Welcome To Night Vale writers decided to prepare for the July hiatus by wrapping up two storylines this episode. And we can thank good-natured, heart-of-the-podcast Steve Carlsburg for both of them. The mysterious Labyrinth corporation will no longer be sending Night Vale citizens to perform illicit deeds in the desert, and the supply chain problem won't be causing any more problems, ie: Cecil having to use a laptop that's more than eight days old. Like a savage.In other news, Kathryn watched another episode of Star Trek: Lower Decks (it was silly, but it's a Ferengi episode, it was always going to be silly). And we both watched the last two remaining episodes of the latest season of Love, Death, and Robots. Short summary: "How Zeke Got Religion" has a solid story with fantastic images and a terrifying antagonist. And we kiiinda think we liked "The Screaming of the Tyrannosaur" better.

It's All Been Trekked Before #420  Season 13, Episode 22  Star Trek: Deep Space Nine #3.16 "Prophet Motive"    Tara returns, and she loves a (DS9) Ferengi episode. Jimmy-Jerome digs religion and politics, but hates Prophet vision scenes. Stephen thinks Zek is being shady. They all debate whether it would have been good to develop Keiko or not.    Edited by Jerome Wetzel, with assistance from Resound.fm   It's All Been Trekked Before is produced by IABD Presents entertainment network. http://iabdpresents.com Please support us at http://pateron.com/iabd Follow us on social media @IABDPresents and https://www.facebook.com/ItsAllBeenTrekkedBefore

Remember those two Ferengi from TNG who went through that unstable wormhole? Well now they have THEIR OWN PODCAST! Or maybe they just show up in this Voyager episode. Tune in to find out! NYEHEHEHE This is the 4th episode of Chris' "Oops! All Ferengi" Collection as chosen by and voted on by our patrons! You can join in and tell us what to watch by becoming a patron today! SUPPORT US ON PATREON WITH YOUR LATINUM! - www.patreon.com/mclasspodcast Need info about the show? Find it at www.mclasspodcast.com Follow us on BlueSky: @MClassPodcast.bsky.social And/or follow our personal accounts: jeffpennington.bsky.social joshhenderson.bsky.social Opening Theme by VidaZen Editing by Josh Henderson Art by Jeff Pennington Background track "Jazz Funk Groove Instrumental" by ArtManzh, Pixabay Licensed

Data and Fletcher review Star Trek Deep Space Nine Season 7 Episode 12 "The Emperor's New Cloak." The Ferengi take on the mirror universe. Also check out: The Sanderlanche, Data's podcast where he and other people talk about Brandon Sanderson books: https://www.thesanderlanche.com/ Star Trek Deep Space Nine is also known by other names, such as Star Trek DS9, STDS9, ST:DS9, and Star Trek Deep Space 9. Music: "Eighties Action" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

This week on The Omega Particle, we tackle Deep Space Nine's most aggressively fog-based episode: “The Storyteller.” What happens when Miles O'Brien is forced to LARP his way into being a spiritual icon? Absolute confusion, a lot of yelling, and possibly a new career in motivational speaking. Jon breaks it all down: The cloud monster with bad vibes and worse lighting, Bashir being clingier than a Ferengi credit collector, And a village that defeats evil by listening to bedtime stories with life-or-death stakes. Meanwhile, Jake and Nog try their hands at government diplomacy… and accidentally teach a Bajoran teen how to negotiate peace using casino games. Classic. There's trivia, deep dives, bad fog puns, and a full analysis of why Miles O'Brien should never be put in charge of anything spiritual, ever.

When the Ferengi just didn't work out as the new baddies, Star Trek calls up its ex -- the Romulans. But this already tense reintroduction of the Romulans gets more complicated when Dr. Crusher thaws out some 20th Century Earth people found frozen in a derlict space craft. Special thanks to the wonderful Susan Sackett for an incredible surprise appearace! Check out her Trek memorabilia and books at https://www.ebay.com/str/insidetrek Visit our website at humanisttrek.com Support the show at patreon.com/humanisttrek Pick up your merch at humanisttrek.com/merch Socials Bluesky Mastodon Discord YouTube Starfleet Officer maker by @marci_bloch 6:24 - Teaser 9:59 - Act 1 17:59 - Act 2 30:17 - Act 3 39:45 - Act 4 44:09 - Act 5 50:27 - Humanist Themes 56:24 - Patron Shout Outs 57:15 - Starfleet Academy Cadet Challenge

DATELINE 1947, ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO! The Ferengi made a uh-oh! Can they survive the time trip? And more important - get a high score on our completely arbitrary quality scale?! Find out on this action-packed(?) episode! This is the 3rd episode of Chris' "Oops! All Ferengi" Collection as chosen by and voted on by our patrons! You can join in and tell us what to watch by becoming a patron today! SUPPORT US ON PATREON WITH YOUR LATINUM! - www.patreon.com/mclasspodcast Need info about the show? Find it at www.mclasspodcast.com Follow us on BlueSky: @MClassPodcast.bsky.social And/or follow our personal accounts: jeffpennington.bsky.social joshhenderson.bsky.social Opening Theme by VidaZen Editing by Josh Henderson Art by Jeff Pennington

NINE OWN SELF. This month's animated spotlight features a pair of episodes that go to great lengths to give our cartoon characters some badly needed introspection. Rutherford learns about his bad boy former self and Tendi is pressed to assert the woman she wants to be over her culture's demands. Oh, and there's plenty of nostalgia for Bryan with a trip to Deep Space Nine. But will he and Katie Hampton from the Napping Through Happy Hour Podcast give these episodes TREKs, MARRYs, or KILLs? The grades begin at (26:44).

The introduction of the Ferengi into the Star Trek universe gets the Trek Bois treatment! Is it a masterclass in creating a worthy adversary? Eh. They should totally bring back those electro-whip pool noodles though! This is the 2nd episode of Chris' "Oops! All Ferengi" Collection as chosen by and voted on by our patrons! You can join in and tell us what to watch by becoming a patron today! SUPPORT US ON PATREON WITH YOUR LATINUM! - www.patreon.com/mclasspodcast Need info about the show? Find it at www.mclasspodcast.com Follow us on BlueSky: @MClassPodcast.bsky.social And/or follow our personal accounts: jeffpennington.bsky.social joshhenderson.bsky.social

10. Juni 1996: Dr. Orpax stellt Quark eine kolossale Fehldiagnose – doch anstatt sich zu freuen, dass er nicht am Dorek-Syndrom verendet, hadert der Bartender mit den Urfesten seiner eigenen Kultur. Lässt er sich als Ferengi von Garak meucheln – oder lebt er als ohrläppchenloser Vertragsbrecher weiter? Zudem hat eine Schwangerschaft in der echten Welt verblüffende Konsequenzen für die Bildschirmfamilie O'Brien. In Deutschland: Quarks Schicksal, ausgestrahlt am 11. November 1996.

We're goin' to Feringinar! Quark and Rom hit the Ferengi homeworld to SETTLE SOME BUSINESS! Is this a second downbeat episode in a row? Is the next one gonna be Bashir and Dax go to a thrift shop? Anyhoo, Matt tallies up the Andy-points but can the episode go latinum?[Episode discussion begins around 1:07]

Episode Notes Nor the Battle to the Strong: Jake is saved from medical mean girl drama by a Klingon invasion. Ferengi pregnancies are... renting? Jake learns many lessons in frontline combat. Odo forgets he has bones. The value of gallows humor in terrible situations. The Assignment: O'Brien and Bashir are in trouble. Except they aren't, because Keiko has a passenger. Rom's kicking butt in his new job. Not-Keiko is terrifying. Wait, a Pah Wraith? Is this an O'Brien Suffers episode or a Rom is a Bro episode? BabSpace9 is a production of the Okay, So network. Connect with the show at @babylonpod.page Help us keep the lights on via our Patreon! Justen can be found at @justen.babylonpod.page Ana can be found at @ana.babylonpod.page, and also made our show art. Both Ana and Justen can also be found on The Compleat Discography, a Discworld re-read podcast. Jude Vais can be found at @jude.athrabeth.com. His other work can be found at Athrabeth - a Tolkien Podcast and at Garbage of the Five Rings. Clips from the original show remain copyrighted by Paramount Entertainment and are used under the Fair Use doctrine. Music attribution: Original reworking of the Deep Space 9 theme by audioquinn, who stresses that this particular war crime is not their fault. This show is edited and produced by Aaron Olson, who can be found at @aaron.compleatdiscography.page Find out more at http://babylonpod.page

Did you know that Clint Howard played a Ferengi once? No, not just in real life! The Trek Bois dive into the timeline's first appearance of the Ferengi with all the high pitched giggling and toothy rules lawyering you've come to expect from Ferengi episode! This is the first episode of Chris' "Oops! All Ferengi" Collection as chosen by and voted on by our patrons! You can join in and tell us what to watch by becoming a patron today! SUPPORT US ON PATREON WITH YOUR LATINUM! - www.patreon.com/mclasspodcast Need info about the show? Find it at www.mclasspodcast.com Follow us on BlueSky: @MClassPodcast.bsky.social And/or follow our personal accounts: jeffpennington.bsky.social joshhenderson.bsky.social

Send us a textHEDWIGBefore we say auf wiedersehen to Season 14 with its eight revamps of the previously covered during the show's first five years, the boys of TGTPTU reveal their unexpected special little packages: 1x1's, wherein each host shall choose a single film by its merits of discussion and unlikelihood to be exposed on a future 4x4, creator, or thematic season. The first of these darlings is Thomas's: HEDWIG AND THE ANGRY INCH (2001). Adapted from the rock musical of the same name that started as the collaboration between frontman of the NYC-based band Cheater (performing on stage as Hedwig's band) Stephen Trask and then actor later turned actor-director with this debut film John Cameron Mitchell. Hedwig's story, on stage told in song and monologue, of male-to-female surgery so as to marry an American GI and leave East Berlin originated from Mitchell's own experiences as a military brat in Germany and Kansas trailer parks while the jealousy and newer betrayal Hedwig expresses toward her protégé and superstar success/successor Tommy Gnosis (also played by Mitchell in the play but embodied by Early Aughts indie film darling and pod-contentious actor Michael Pitt) is elevated by Trask's music and lyrics and is expanded and enriched with animation, locations, and added characters (most notably Andrea Martin as the band's manager) for the silver screen.   Learn more about the progression from stage to screen from Thomas on research; jam out to Rock Facts with Ryan (sorry, mineralogists, but we're talking glam and punk rock here); former host Jack on vibes in the rhythm section wakes up mid-episode to like the film and dig the hand-drawn animation; and Ken lands his rimshot, getting to tell his joke that calls back to TGTPTU's Nolan coverage (Season 12).  Spoiler: You'll be hearing from four Hed heads.  Reminder: You don't put a bra in a dryer!  CONTENT WARNING: At least once during the episode the “f” word (“Ferengi”) is used. For those allergic to Star Trek and nerdom, our sincerest apologies. My you live long and prosper. THEME SONG BY: WEIRD A.I.Email: thegoodthepodandtheugly@gmail.comFacebook: https://m.facebook.com/TGTPTUInstagram: https://instagram.com/thegoodthepodandtheugly?igshid=um92md09kjg0Bluesky: @goodpodugly.bsky.socialYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6mI2plrgJu-TB95bbJCW-gBuzzsprout: https://thegoodthepodandtheugly.buzzsprout.com/Letterboxd (follow us!): Podcast: goodpoduglyKen: Ken KoralRyan: Ryan Tobias

Quarks broke. Again. So he visits Moogie and she is ...what???

Quarks broke. Again. So he visits Moogie and she is ...what???

Exploring Trauma and Recovery in Star Trek: DS9's "It's Only a Paper Moon"In this episode of Superhero Ethics, hosts Matthew and Riki examine Star Trek: Deep Space Nine's acclaimed episode "It's Only a Paper Moon" (Season 7, Episode 10). The episode stands out for its realistic portrayal of physical and psychological trauma as Ferengi character Nog returns from war with a lost leg and severe PTSD.How does DS9 differ from typical portrayals of trauma in media?Unlike most shows where characters quickly recover from injuries, DS9 takes the time to explore the authentic consequences of trauma. Matthew, who lost his own leg to amputation, provides unique insight into the episode's portrayal of Nog's experiences with a prosthetic limb. The episode examines how phantom pain can affect amputees and how others' awkward attempts at comfort often make things worse.Why does Nog retreat to the holosuite?When faced with his trauma, Nog finds refuge in a 1962 Las Vegas holosuite program featuring lounge singer Vic Fontaine. This controlled environment allows Nog to heal at his own pace without the pressure of others' expectations. The hosts discuss how Nog rediscovers parts of his Ferengi heritage during this healing process, using his cultural affinity for profit to help manage Vic's fictional casino.When does helpful support cross into harmful enabling?The episode delicately explores the transition between providing necessary space for grief and enabling harmful avoidance behaviors. As Nog becomes dependent on the holosuite, the show demonstrates how well-intentioned support can sometimes impede recovery when it prevents someone from ultimately facing reality.Additional topics covered:• The evolution of Nog's character from stereotypical Ferengi to complex individual• Vic Fontaine's unusual status as a self-aware holosuite character• Parallels to modern internet addiction and virtual escapism• How non-professionals sometimes provide more effective support than trained counselors• The frustration of seeing unrealistic injury recovery in action movies when you've experienced real trauma• The meaningful portrayal of Nog's temporary self-centeredness as a realistic trauma responseFrom "Just Another Character" to Central FocusThis episode stands out for placing two secondary characters—Nog and hologram Vic Fontaine—at its emotional center. The hosts praise the episode for its depth and nuance in handling difficult themes like trauma, recovery, and disability without falling into simplistic "good vs. bad" narratives about coping mechanisms. By focusing on these characters, DS9 delivers one of Trek's most meaningful examinations of the human experience. **************************************************************************This episode is a production of Superhero Ethics, a The Ethical Panda Podcast and part of the TruStory FM Entertainment Podcast Network. Check our our website to find out more about this and our sister podcast Star Wars Generations.We want to hear from you! You can keep up with our latest news, and send us feedback, questions, or comments via social media or email.Email: Matthew@TheEthicalPanda.comFacebook: TheEthicalPandaInstagram: TheEthicalPandaPodcastsTwitter: EthicalPanda77Or you can join jump into the Star Wars Generations and Superhero Ethics channels on the TruStory FM Discord.Want to get access to even more content while supporting the podcast? Become a member! For $5 a month, or $55 a year you get access to bonus episodes and bonus content at the end of most episodes. Sign up on the podcast's main page. You can even give membership as a gift!You can also support our podcasts through our sponsors:Purchase a lightsaber from Level Up Sabers run by friend of the podcast Neighborhood Master AlanUse Audible for audiobooks. Sign up for a one year membership or gift one through this link.Purchase any media discussed this week through our sponsored links.

The world, as we know it, has changed since Reopening the Wormhole disappeared. In the multi-year absence of America's Favorite Podcast, society has begun to crumble; systems have collapsed, governments have disintegrated, and the world order feels like a distant memory. Is it too late for humanity to be saved? Is the return of RTW too little, too late? We can only hope that it's not, as we release the next in our Tongo Wheel experience: the classic TNG episode Captain's Holiday! Recorded all the way back in 2023 (oh how young and naive we once were), this episode sees the Ferenginator Kregg joining the RTW hosts to talk about Picard Indiana Jonesing his way through adventure, love, and irascible Ferengi shenanigans. Can this delayed release atone for RTW's prolonged absence, or will it remain one last gasp of hope for a dying race? Time will tell… Be on the lookout for a Pissedcard Smackdown, and an epic rap by Jack. And rejoice for the beautiful, easy banter of a bygone era. VASH THE STAMPEDE!!! To hear your email read on a future episode, mail us at: reopeningthewormhole@gmail.com Check out Jack on Jack's Silly Little Friendly Neighborhood Star Trek: Discovery, Short Treks, Picard, and Lower Decks Podcast at jacksdiscovery.libsyn.com or on Apple Podcasts. Listen to 2 albums' worth of RTW music on any of your favorite streaming services, including Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon Music, YouTube Music, and so much more! Also, hear Jack and friend of the show Geoff Clarke talk about all things Planet of the Apes on The Apecast at theapecast.libsyn.com or on your favorite podcatcher. Hear Sam and friend of the show Brian Rudloff talk about Marvel Star Wars comics on Marvel Star Wars Explorers at marvelstarwarsexplorers.com or on Stitcher or Apple Podcasts. Hear Jack & Richard Dunham discuss the classic 80s anime film Akira one minute on a time on Akira Minute at akiraminute.com or on your favorite podcatcher. Check out Kev's bracket-centric podcast The Great Bracket Racket on any of your favorite pod catchers, where you can hear all the RTW folx talking about various things, like Eminem! Lastly, check out Sam & Cam Siemer talking about early 90s Star Wars novellas on Young Jedi Knights Club at youngjediknights.club or on your favorite pod catcher.

The Federation bids on a wormhole, but is it worth the price? Dom Bettinelli, Jimmy Akin, and Fr. Jason Tyler examine TNG's “The Price,” unpacking shady negotiations, Troi's rushed romance, and Ferengi missteps that echo into Voyager. Plus, is Ral a genius or just creepy?

The Federation bids on a wormhole, but is it worth the price? Dom Bettinelli, Jimmy Akin, and Fr. Jason Tyler examine TNG's “The Price,” unpacking shady negotiations, Troi's rushed romance, and Ferengi missteps that echo into Voyager. Plus, is Ral a genius or just creepy? The post The Price (TNG) appeared first on StarQuest Media.