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    Regarding Tilly's wide-eyed retardation, the explanation is much more simple: she is the self-insert for the target audience. And the writers apparently dont have a high opinion of said audience.

    I havent watched past the first episode, but will undoubtedly watch the rest at some point just to hatefuck my mind.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Shaikar View Post
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    8. Again, Tilly is watching someone basically do what a replicator does, just with a sonic screwdriver, and she's somehow amazed by this. Why. Why?
    There's lots of valid criticism for Discovery, but this isn't:
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    The Discovery is a ship from the 2250s and we didn't see replicators until TNG, which happens in the 2360s. If we're being generous, then Tilly may be familiar with food synthesizers, but not full on replicators, let alone ones that print shit from a pen. Plus she's a super nerd, she'd find it cool just because.
    I mean, she participated in the "building" of Burnham's Iron Man suit which was literally building it by firing lasers that were creating the physical parts with what can only be described as replicator technology. Potato, potatoe ~

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    Have you lot considered not watching things you don't like? I hear it frees up time for things you do like.
    In case it wasn't clear by now, I love hating NuTrek. The only thing that would make me happier is if it stopped sucking complete ass. Like, ok you're not that concerned with Trek canon, but at least have a coherent story, can we start by clearing that low bar please.
    Unfortunately the real-world existence of multimedia 3D printers sort of forces a bump in the timeline re: replicator tech, etc.

    But recall in TOS Patterns of Force, they are able to magic Nazi uniforms out of the ship’s library computer; presumably even the 1960s version of the 2260s Enterprise had something like a replicator or fancy 3D printer (photonic molecular deposition or some handwavium like that).
    Given it was TOS, I always kind of assumed there was a seamtress department somewhere.

    Also in TOS there are references to both food synthesisers existing, and there being a galley on board.
    Which you could head canon into something akin to food cartridges, but it's still a long way off replicators.
    In one episode Kirk's diet card is reprogrammed to give him salad, because Bones noticed he'd gotten fat (always on the ball, that Bones). This suggests that most food came from replicators.

    The tech in TOS was much more handwavium than anything that came after - the ship could do (or not do) exactly what the writers needed it to do because they weren't relying on canon, they were building it.
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    Quote Originally Posted by El Capitano View Post
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    Have you lot considered not watching things you don't like? I hear it frees up time for things you do like.
    In case it wasn't clear by now, I love hating NuTrek. The only thing that would make me happier is if it stopped sucking complete ass. Like, ok you're not that concerned with Trek canon, but at least have a coherent story, can we start by clearing that low bar please.
    At this point it's 2 seasons and you're 2 episodes into the third, which likely sets the tone and style of the rest of that season. If you don't like it by now, there's a very good chance you won't ever. At this point, it's been 20 years since they made anything you like, that may indicate it's time to move on.
    No, I liked Beyond quite a lot, and it's proof that it's possible to make good Star Trek with a modern flair. I also like Lower Decks, flaws and all. It can be done. It may yet be, but thus far, Disco's writers are not doing it.

    Quote Originally Posted by Zekk Pacus View Post
    In one episode Kirk's diet card is reprogrammed to give him salad, because Bones noticed he'd gotten fat (always on the ball, that Bones). This suggests that most food came from replicators.

    The tech in TOS was much more handwavium than anything that came after - the ship could do (or not do) exactly what the writers needed it to do because they weren't relying on canon, they were building it.
    Let us not forget, one of the funnest scenes in Undiscovered Country takes place in the ship's galley where people are hand mixing dough and chopping vegetables. TOS Starfleet was a space navy who faced and overcame real limitations of the technology in their universe, NuTrek Starfleet are super genius space wizards who do whatever the writers think is cool in the moment with no regard for anything that ever happened in the entire history of the franchise before that scene.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Ruri View Post
    No, I liked Beyond quite a lot, and it's proof that it's possible to make good Star Trek with a modern flair. I also like Lower Decks, flaws and all. It can be done. It may yet be, but thus far, Disco's writers are not doing it.
    Ok, fair enough, I also liked Beyond the most out of the new movies, Into Darkness was terrible so it was a big relief. Still, I really doubt at this point Discovery is ever going to live up to your expectations and I'd argue that life is too short for shows you don't like.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Dorvil Barranis View Post
    Lol, just thinking about the BSG boxing filler episode. So bad.
    B5 had a worse one.

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    Discovery Season 3 is going to be a rehash of Andromeda, isn't it?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Rodj Blake View Post
    Discovery Season 3 is going to be a rehash of Andromeda, isn't it?
    Yes.
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    Jack Coutu, his virginity... intact.


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    Quote Originally Posted by Totally Not Larkonnis View Post
    Jack Coutu, his virginity... intact.
    Your obsession is getting a bit creepy. Feeling lonely?
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    A horror from Larks wank bank:

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    As soon as he heard one of his comrades scream “SQUAD BROKEN!", Larkonnis the Shitposter knew that he was doomed. He charged forth in a panic, firing his plasma gun wildly into the air. Somehow the Coutus had surrounded them! Larkonnis’s teammates ran shrieking into the depths of the abandoned tanker, the grunting lustful Coutus in swift pursuit. Soon Larkonnis was alone.

    The brawny Shitposter collapsed against a wall, panting raggedly. His plasma gun had nearly overheated, and his com units were malfunctioning. No use even if they worked. By now, his whole squad was surely dead.

    Lost in his thoughts, Larkonnis did not hear the Coutu creeping up on him. Stunned by a blow to the head, Larkonnis was thrown violently to the floor. The Coutu grunted in amusement, bending down and straddling his body. Dazed, Larkonnis turned his head to look up at his enemy. The Coutu fellow was huge, well muscled and even attractive for his species. Right now the Coutu’s vibrant green skin was flushing dark in arousal. Larkonnis whimpered as he realized what was about to happen.

    Summoning up his powers as a Blood Angel, Larkonnis bellowed in the Black Rage and began to flail about under the Coutu. The Coutu simply grunting, riding the panicked Shitposter like a rodeo bull. Already weakened, Larkonnis simply did not have the strength to dislodge the much heavier Coutu.

    All that thrashing around served to arouse the Coutu further. His name was Jack, and the friction as the puny Shitposter flopped around between his muscular thighs was giving him quite a respectable hard-on. Jack had meant to save the Shitposter for his own squad, but he couldn’t wait any longer. Whipping out his own plasma gun, Jack seared off the back of the Shitposter's armor, leaving his shining buttocks bare to the Coutu’s lustful gaze.

    Larkonnis moaned in fear, his virgin asscheeks clapping firmly together to deny the Coutu entrance. Jack simply laughed, ripping off his crude Coutuish loincloth to reveal a thick green meat pole, nearly 12 inches long. The Coutu stuck one calloused finger down his throat, bringing up a thick vomit slurry which spattered down into the crack of Larkonnis’s ass. Smearing the foul vomit around with one brutish paw, Jack prepared the Shitposter’s tender anus for playtime.

    Much to Jack’s frustration, his cock was simply too large to fit inside Larkonnis’s tight man cunt. He grunted furiously, screaming “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" in his deep Coutuish voice as he battered his fuckmeat against Larkonnis’s tightly sealed pleasure ring. Suddenly the Shitposter’s portal gave way, and the swollen head of Jack’s cock popped through into the forbidden halls of his anus. Jack’s pleased snort was drowned out by Larkonnis’s scream of agony.

    The Coutu began to pump away in earnest, his bulging muscular hips and thighs slamming brutally against Larkonnis’s ass. His heavy, furry balls slapped against the human’s ass merrily, creating a calypso that pleased Jack mightily. Blood, a thin smear of feces, and Jack’s own oily yellow pre-cum lubricated Larkonnis’s asshole until it was as hot and slippery as Jack’s own mother’s cunt.

    Poor Larkonnis was swiftly going into shock from the pain. His mind growing dim, he screamed “SQUAD BROKEN! SQUAD BROKEN!" over and over as the Coutu thrust brutally into his bruised insides. The Coutu’s massive cock had caused a large degree of internal damage, and Larkonnis was close to passing out from blood loss and fear. If his squad didn’t find him soon, Larkonnis knew that he would soon die. His poor plasma gun discharged into the floor one final time, overheating from a mix of pleasure and agonizing pain.

    The Shitposter had been a good fuck for Jack, but he needed something special to truly finish. Jack’s heavy balls drew up close to his body, and he felt himself tensing, about to cum. As Jack’s thick semen roiled up out of his cock and into Larkonnis’s battered body, the Coutu slammed his powerful hands shut around the Shitposter’s neck. With a vicious jerk up and back, the Coutu crushed the Shitposter’s windpipe and vertebrae, swiftly ending his life. Larkonnis’s anus clamped shut around Jack’s cock, the painful tightness almost causing the Coutu to pass out.

    Jack roared out as he climaxed in the dead Shitposter, his beautiful green cock pumping load after load of thick Coutu jizzum into Larkonnis’s lower intestine. The Coutu pulled out as Larkonnis’s anus slowly relaxed, releasing Jack’s cock with a wet sucking sound. Jack used the sleeve of the Shitposter's uniform to wipe the thick scum of blood, shit and cum from his swiftly withering Coutu meat. With a satisfied grunt, Jack walked slowly away from the Shitposter.

    Larkonnis’s corpse lay cooling on the floor of the tanker, the charred remnants of his uniform stained dark with the foul fluids of both the Coutu and himself.

    Squad broken.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Shaikar View Post
    A horror from Larks wank bank:

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    As soon as he heard one of his comrades scream “SQUAD BROKEN!", Larkonnis the Shitposter knew that he was doomed. He charged forth in a panic, firing his plasma gun wildly into the air. Somehow the Coutus had surrounded them! Larkonnis’s teammates ran shrieking into the depths of the abandoned tanker, the grunting lustful Coutus in swift pursuit. Soon Larkonnis was alone.

    The brawny Shitposter collapsed against a wall, panting raggedly. His plasma gun had nearly overheated, and his com units were malfunctioning. No use even if they worked. By now, his whole squad was surely dead.

    Lost in his thoughts, Larkonnis did not hear the Coutu creeping up on him. Stunned by a blow to the head, Larkonnis was thrown violently to the floor. The Coutu grunted in amusement, bending down and straddling his body. Dazed, Larkonnis turned his head to look up at his enemy. The Coutu fellow was huge, well muscled and even attractive for his species. Right now the Coutu’s vibrant green skin was flushing dark in arousal. Larkonnis whimpered as he realized what was about to happen.

    Summoning up his powers as a Blood Angel, Larkonnis bellowed in the Black Rage and began to flail about under the Coutu. The Coutu simply grunting, riding the panicked Shitposter like a rodeo bull. Already weakened, Larkonnis simply did not have the strength to dislodge the much heavier Coutu.

    All that thrashing around served to arouse the Coutu further. His name was Jack, and the friction as the puny Shitposter flopped around between his muscular thighs was giving him quite a respectable hard-on. Jack had meant to save the Shitposter for his own squad, but he couldn’t wait any longer. Whipping out his own plasma gun, Jack seared off the back of the Shitposter's armor, leaving his shining buttocks bare to the Coutu’s lustful gaze.

    Larkonnis moaned in fear, his virgin asscheeks clapping firmly together to deny the Coutu entrance. Jack simply laughed, ripping off his crude Coutuish loincloth to reveal a thick green meat pole, nearly 12 inches long. The Coutu stuck one calloused finger down his throat, bringing up a thick vomit slurry which spattered down into the crack of Larkonnis’s ass. Smearing the foul vomit around with one brutish paw, Jack prepared the Shitposter’s tender anus for playtime.

    Much to Jack’s frustration, his cock was simply too large to fit inside Larkonnis’s tight man cunt. He grunted furiously, screaming “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" in his deep Coutuish voice as he battered his fuckmeat against Larkonnis’s tightly sealed pleasure ring. Suddenly the Shitposter’s portal gave way, and the swollen head of Jack’s cock popped through into the forbidden halls of his anus. Jack’s pleased snort was drowned out by Larkonnis’s scream of agony.

    The Coutu began to pump away in earnest, his bulging muscular hips and thighs slamming brutally against Larkonnis’s ass. His heavy, furry balls slapped against the human’s ass merrily, creating a calypso that pleased Jack mightily. Blood, a thin smear of feces, and Jack’s own oily yellow pre-cum lubricated Larkonnis’s asshole until it was as hot and slippery as Jack’s own mother’s cunt.

    Poor Larkonnis was swiftly going into shock from the pain. His mind growing dim, he screamed “SQUAD BROKEN! SQUAD BROKEN!" over and over as the Coutu thrust brutally into his bruised insides. The Coutu’s massive cock had caused a large degree of internal damage, and Larkonnis was close to passing out from blood loss and fear. If his squad didn’t find him soon, Larkonnis knew that he would soon die. His poor plasma gun discharged into the floor one final time, overheating from a mix of pleasure and agonizing pain.

    The Shitposter had been a good fuck for Jack, but he needed something special to truly finish. Jack’s heavy balls drew up close to his body, and he felt himself tensing, about to cum. As Jack’s thick semen roiled up out of his cock and into Larkonnis’s battered body, the Coutu slammed his powerful hands shut around the Shitposter’s neck. With a vicious jerk up and back, the Coutu crushed the Shitposter’s windpipe and vertebrae, swiftly ending his life. Larkonnis’s anus clamped shut around Jack’s cock, the painful tightness almost causing the Coutu to pass out.

    Jack roared out as he climaxed in the dead Shitposter, his beautiful green cock pumping load after load of thick Coutu jizzum into Larkonnis’s lower intestine. The Coutu pulled out as Larkonnis’s anus slowly relaxed, releasing Jack’s cock with a wet sucking sound. Jack used the sleeve of the Shitposter's uniform to wipe the thick scum of blood, shit and cum from his swiftly withering Coutu meat. With a satisfied grunt, Jack walked slowly away from the Shitposter.

    Larkonnis’s corpse lay cooling on the floor of the tanker, the charred remnants of his uniform stained dark with the foul fluids of both the Coutu and himself.

    Squad broken.
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    When he heard another squadmate screaming over the comm in rage and pain, Gurk knew things must be going terribly wrong. That was the fourth such transmission he'd received, and he even his Ork brain could comprehend that most likely at least half his squad was dead. It was no matter, even one Ork was more than a match for the average squad of space marines, and his 12 inch Ork cock was throbbing with an unusual lust for virgin mancunt.

    No need to take chances though, Gurk thought, and decided to get a grip on the situation. In his deep guttural voice, he cracked his comm. unit to life "All Orks report in!"

    Gurk only heard silence greet him in return over the comms. Something was definitely wrong. He quickened his pace, picking up in a slow trot with his long, thick Ork legs, heading back for the dropship. Whatever was going on, he knew it couldn't be good and just wanted to get out of there now. There would be other marines and other anuses to violate, and Gurk had a strong sense of self-preservation.

    Almost back to the dropship, Gurk suddenly found himself flying through the air head first as he entered one of the large cargo rooms from a side tunnel. He landed hard with a crash near the center of the room, and before he could even move, heard the telltale sound of pulse rifles charging up. He raised his head to look around, and only had a chance to see the butt of one of those rifles impact his head so hard everything went black.

    He didn't know how much later it was when he woke up, but he felt green blood trickling down his face and dripping off his fangs. Trying to wipe the blood away only brought realization that this hands and feet were bound, and he was wearing a control belt. Now free to look around, he saw no less than 12 Space Marines surrounding him, all of them disrobed from the waist down with raging hard ons that made Gurk's own Ork cock flush with excitement, even considering his current situation. "All right boys! Have at 'em!" one of the Marines shouted, and Gurk found himself with his face on the cold metal floor and his ass in the air. He heard the pulse of a plasma rifle discharge, and felt the searing of his flesh as they melted the armor protecting his ass. He didn't shout or make any noise, even though there was pleasure mixed with the pain for Gurk.

    One by one, the Space Marines violated Gurk's anus, some blowing their hot loads inside of him, some on his face after or before punching him, some shooting them on his back, and all the while Gurk enjoyed the fuck of a lifetime, even if they did have small cocks. After all the Marines had taken their turn, Gurk's face was covered in a film of white cum and a mixture of semen and shit dribbled from his anus, as he laid there on the floor. Behind him, he heard the distinct sound of metal on metal, like a tclink, clink, clinkv but he couldn't turn to see what it was as it approached.

    Closer the clinking came, until it seemed right on top of him. As a new figure stepped in front of him with each leg making a clinking sound as it struck the metal floor, Gurk realized that the person now standing in front of him must have metal legs, although he looked like a normal Space Marine, but older.

    "Hello Gurk", he said. "You probably don't remember me it's been so long, but 12 years ago you raped my virgin ass and left me for dead on a cargo ship just like this one. The damage was so extreme, much of my body couldn't be saved, but the doctors were able to give me a new body! Now I'll do to you what you did to me so long ago, and my revenge will be complete! I AM EDUARDO" Gurk only vaguely recalled the encounter so long ago, one of many in a long list of ass rapes he had committed against the Marines, and almost all of which ended with a dead Marine. As he struggled to recall the exact memory in his slow Ork brain, Eduardo was disrobing before him. He was amazed to see two metal legs, but what was more impressive was his cock, which was made completely of metal, and appeared to have a built in piston of some kind.

    "Ahh Gurk, I see you're admiring my equipment! What you see here is a model 101 Cybercock, one of the first of it's kind. I had the doctors modify it though, and I can directly control the size and speed of the piston, see," and as he said that, the Cybercock seemed to grow in size to nearly twice as big as it had been and became fully erect, standing nearly 15 inches long.

    Not wanting to waste any more time, Eduardo moved in behind Gurk, and with a thought discharged a hot oil lubricant from his Cybercock and thrust it brutally into Gurk. This time Gurk did scream, a guttural "GGGGGGGGGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!" as the 15 inches of hot metal tore open his anus and green blood began to mix with hot oil lube and leftover manjuice.

    Eduardo turned up the piston speed with a thought to 800 RPM, and watched Gurk seem to vibrate as his Cybercock ravaged him. Gurk seemed to go limp, but Eduardo didn't care as he climaxed and extended the Cybercock another five inches further inside of Gurk, rupturing vital organs as his innards filled with hot cum.

    Eduardo pulled out and Gurk crumpled to the floor unmoving, most likely dead from the violation of the Cybercock. It was then that Eduardo noticed a flashing light on the shoulder of Gurk's Ork armor, but it was too late as a stun grenade detonated a split second after he came to this realization, and he was unconscious.

    Eduardo woke up next to the rest of his squad of Space Marines, all bound hand and foot, and all naked. At least 8 Orks were in the room with them, and Eduardo knew what was coming. The squad was lined up on the floor, face down and ass up, just like Gurk had been, and the Orks began ass raping them one at a time, running a rapetrain on each one of them in turn, letting all the others see what was to come. Some of the marines just passed out or died outright before the Orks even got to them, knowing full well what was going to happen to them from Eduardo's account. The Orks didn't care, they raped them anyways, having a good time using their bodies like puppets while their friends raped their still warm man cunts.

    Eduardo was one of the last, and even though he had a metal anus, the Orks didn't care and raped him anyway, and he still felt everything. He quickly went into a semi-conscious state as the Orks ravaged him, reliving in his mind the original encounter with Gurk, muttering over and over "squad broken, squad broken" as he continued to get pounded by the Orks, living longer than everyone else did because of his partially robotic body.The rape was done,gurk rose above Eduardo,turning around only to find them dead,gurk looked around to see what had happened when suddenly there was a loud crack.Gurk looked down at his chest there was a gaping hole,gurk fell to his knees as an vindicare smiled halfway across the field.

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    DS9 rewatch report: just arrived at S3E13 Past Tense (2).

    I normally loathe past-time travel episodes because they contribute nothing to the season plot and are just there to save money. But something struck me about this one: even the bad guys are empathetic. The thug doesnt really want to shoot anyone no matter how much he blusters, the cop doesnt want to storm the ghetto until the governor twists her arm, the billionaire cares about his moral standing more than his broadcasting license. Shit, even the mentally ill (was that Quark without makeup?) doesnt really do anything bad.

    Even when depicting dystopian near-future, Trek used to be more optimistic than i would be looking out the window now.

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    That was not Quark without makeup.

    It was Clint Howard.


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