Star Trek: Strange New Worlds
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Uhura: Old zombie movie trick.
Spock: Zombie movie?
Una: Yeah. Dress up like you’re dead so the zombies don’t notice you. You’ve never seen one?
Spock: A zombie, no. A movie, yes. But I will add some to my research.
Uhura: Nitrogen grenades?
Spock: Renders anything in a ten meter range frozen.
La’an: Deadly for a cold-blooded lizard.
M’Benga: Deadly for anyone.
All things seem trivial in the face of death.
Firing on the field would be devastating. As you can see in this simulation, the explosion would propagate through the entire Federation subspace network, destroying everything. It would be like soaking the improbability field in kerosene and holding a match to it.
Pelia: Have you tried sending music through?
Spock: We have not. Do you believe music may yield a different result?
Pelia: Well, you are trying to communicate through a medium with different laws of physics so perhaps fundamental harmonics are the answer.
Spock: Imagine an area of space where quantum uncertainties collapse so rapidly and randomly that new realities are created. In one such reality, people sing… uncontrollably.
Pelia: A musical reality.
Spock: Indeed.
La’an: So what’s next? More improbability? Or will we just suddenly poof into bunnies.
M’Benga: I would prefer not to be a bunny either.
Pike: What are the odds we could shut down the improbability field before the Klingons get here?
Spock: Not good. At least according to the data we have.
Pike: Then find new data. You both need to fix this. You’re applying old rules to a new reality. I suggest you find a different tempo fast.
Spock: There appears to be an incoming warp signal heading our way fast. The signal has Klingon encryption.
Una: The last thing anyone wants is singing Klingons.
Una: On a recent mission, Spock was able to parley with a Klingon captain…
Spock: I must admit it has ignited a curiosity in me, a desire to experience more of your culture.
Dak’Rah: There’s nothing to experience. They are a war-mongering race, limited by ideology.
Mariner: Dude, do you know how worried I was? You disappeared in a vortex while I was in charge. For all I knew, you were dead or stuck in a dystopian San Francisco in the middle of a riot.
Una: Anybody noticed that their references are weirdly specific?
Spock: Indeed.
Spock: Do you know where the section is located?
Boimler: I don’t but…
Mariner: … Surprise! I paid attention!
Boimler: Without being asked!
Mariner: This guy was distracted by the grapplers.
Spock: It is surprising because she normally does not pay attention.
Pike: Mr. Boimler, for a guy who seems like a rule-follower, you certainly break a lot of them. And Ms. Mariner, I thought you were here to save your friend, not make a situation worse.
Mariner: Look, it was all me, okay? I just… I don’t think Boimler can handle getting thrown in the brig by a guy he dressed up as for Halloween.
Pike: Really?
Mariner: Yeah, he has to contour the hell out of the jaw line too.
Boimler: It was a process.
