alialalia:

I just got up to this episode and OH MY GOD MIRROR EZRI.

alialalia:

I just got up to this episode and OH MY GOD MIRROR EZRI.

Duj tIvoqtaH!

gnrlmartok:

"Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrm," rumbled Martok, playing with his whiskers thoughtfully as he studied the image on the screen. No, the planet did not look very nice, it did not look very nice at all. Well that was just grand, he thought— and there was not a trace of irony or sarcasm in that thought. A good hike through treacherous terrain would be a fine challenge, and was something Martok felt like he needed right about now! He’d been cooped up in here for far too long, and would relish the chance of a good leg stretch, not to mention making himself useful on a thoroughly decent rescue mission.

"maj," he said again, genuinely pleased - both with Dax’s good work and with the planet itself. "DaH majol." He stood up abruptly, and cast a gaze once more toward the science officer, making a sweeping, beckoning gesture with one arm to indicate that she follow him. They were going to go directly to the transporter room and then proceed to the planet.

"pa’ majolpa’ vay’ chota’ je DaneH’a’?"
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oldsoulyoungatheart

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While Martok was contemplating the glories of a dangerous planet, Dax was staring back at the lighter, variably ochre sandy basin roughly in the shape of a betleH facing the northeast and skirted by the dark, russet highlands, half-seriously wondering if she would get peppered to death by sand pellets or pulverised by an incoming meteorite. As if she needed to feel even shorter than she already did, especially around the Klingons. She suddenly chuckled to herself. Well then she’d get her wish —that would be going out with a bang!

Basking in her bad self-puns was abruptly cut short when her eyes caught the motion of his hand, beckoning her to join him, and she immediately rose to follow him into the turbolift while voicing her previous thoughts on the timetable the weather may afford the away team. The procedures Jadzia used to follow coming back to her, she had changed her mind, feeling it would be remiss of her not to ensure he was advised.

"cha’ repmey ‘arghpa’ muD ’oH ‘aqroS’e’. ‘e’ vInoH." If he looked at her face, he would have begun to see signs of doubt creeping into her visage. “‘ej…"

Gaze intent and steady yet unfocused on the wall ahead of them, her teeth chewed lightly on the inside of her lip. A brief moment later, she snapped out of it with a hint of a smile. It was silly, came the impulse just before she spoke. She should ask —no matter what the others, even Martok himself thought.

"HIja’. wa’." Airy was her soprano voice, but firm were her aspirations in this robust language.

Plus, it might give him cause to chuckle and she felt he could stand to smile a bit more. He had such a sweet smile! ‘Sweet’ not being a very Klingon word in spirit, however, she had been keeping that opinion to herself all these long months.

“‘aH thluH Daghaj qar’a’?” She asked, still with that hint of a smile growing while she tilted her head to her left side, hinting that more light-hearted sarcasm was about to follow. “‘ach rur tlhIch tlhuHqu’wI’ tlhIngan Hol vIjatlhlaH ’oH DaparHa’chugh.”

                .  .  .

On the planet surface a shimmer of light appeared while the accompanying the high-pitched drone transporter beam was partially drowned out by a low-whistling wind. As the sound and shine faded away, the silhouettes of Dax, Martok, and the away team materialised out of the transporter beam.

The first thing Dax felt was a hot wind buffeting her face, and as the group began to fan out, she took in her first view of the surface. The raw bones of the planet lay stripped of their protective layers and exposed to the sky as far as she could see, further than the image of the distant sun sitting just over the rim of the world stretching its pallid, yellow rays through a relentless haze of dust particles racing across its disk between the horizon and the cloud canopy.

"wejpuH." Unnumbered streaks of fiery orange across a troubled, dark sky reflected in the pair of ice blue eyes as the hand at her right hip unholstered her tricorder. "ghIQghachvaD Daqvam naDev’e’ QaQ law’ Hoch QaQ puS." Again with the light-hearted sarcasm. It was accompanied by a raise of her eyebrows as she turned her gaze downward to the beeping tricorder.

To some, the position of the sun may have given a false sense of impending darkness. Darkness would come and it would wrap the planet in an inky shroud but sunset would not be for a few hours yet. To those who had read the data, they knew that this planet had a very slow period of rotation. 134 Earth hours it took to complete one.

Waving it around in front of her, Dax came to a halt. “‘ev HablI’.” She indicated, maintaining her outstretched arm in the direction of the basin. “Sochvatlh… erm. Meters.” Her mind caught between reading the English display and translating into Klingon, she’d momentarily forgotten the Klingon word for the equivalent.

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zerostatereflex:

Tangible Media

MIT’s Tangible Media is coming along nicely,

"Almost like a table of living clay, the inFORM is a surface that three-dimensionally changes shape, allowing users to not only interact with digital content in meatspace, but even hold hands with a person hundreds of miles away. And that’s only the beginning."

oldsoulyoungatheart asked: O.o

thedevilishromulan:

I’ll generate a number and my muse will react to your muse telling them something they probably don’t want to hear.

5- “On a scale from 1-10, how freaked out would you be if I possibly was about a week or two late?

A moderately confused expression crossed Verelan’s face. What does she mean by that? And… why would it make me ‘freak out’? she wondered.

"That… would highly depend on what exactly you mean by late…" she said cautiously, paraphrasing her own thoughts. "Do you mean late as in late to a meeting or….?" she trailed off.

Ezri stared unblinking up into the emerald green eyes of her 6’8” friend for a moment, then chuckled lightly, shaking her head. “I mean, I think I’m pregnant!” Finally, it had happened after months of trying.

Duj tIvoqtaH!

gnrlmartok:

"No," Martok agreed. "Choking to death in a cloud of dust would not be my choice either." Whilst it would indeed be an honour to go out serving one’s duty, rescuing allies from almost certain death… Martok, like most Klingons, would far prefer to go out in glorious- and preferably, successful! - battle. He could think of better ways to end his life than loss of breath due to something like an atmospheric dust cloud. He was quite sure that his opinions echoed those of everyone else on the ship.

Medical aid- now that was something that hadn’t really occurred to him until now. Assisting the sick and the wounded was not one of the primary goals of a Klingon Bird of Prey in any situation, and they were not well equipped to deal with such things. The Rotarran had only one surgeon at present, and he mostly kept to the medical bay, and was avoided by most of the crew except when they needed him. Or, thought Martok, did she mean—? He narrowed his eye at her, thinking that Dax may have been implying something else in addition to just patching up broken bones. Although she was functioning as a science officer, Martok was aware that Ezri’s main field of expertise was as a doctor of the mind… or something of that nature anyway. Counselling was rather an alien concept to Klingons, but that was the best understanding he could make of it at present.

Well… he wouldn’t press the matter. Dax, he acknowledged, knew Starfleet people and their ways better than he did, and if she thought they needed her… in his thoughts he grappled to find a word, eventually settling on yab Hergh - brain medicine - if she thought they needed her brain medicine, then he would defer to her judgement in this matter. Meanwhile, he would make sure that the surgeon was standing by in Sickbay, ready to receive casualties that they would beam up as soon as they could find them.

"HIja’," he agreed. "jIyaj." As if to conclude their discussion, Martok brought the flat side of his fist down on the top of her console, lightly slamming it once, before turning swiftly away and returning to the Captain’s chair.

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Time seemed to pass slowly now, but it was not the same crawl of boredom that they had had to endure before. Now it was the slowness of impatience, of having something to do but of having to sit and wait for just a few minutes longer, of watching the clock tick slowly by. Some of the crew were fidgeting or drumming their fingers on their consoles, and even the helmsman seemed to have forgotten the nostril that had so fascinated him earlier (which was unfortunate, because there was something small and squidgy still hanging out of it). Martok, having decided that he was going to lead the landing party himself, was eager to be getting on with this mission, was itching to go, and he too fidgeted in his seat as they continued on course toward the planet. Meanwhile, Kornan returned to the bridge, reporting that a landing party consisting of three warriors was assembled and ready to go. A few minutes later, the helmsman informed that they were entering orbit.

"maj!" Martok replied cheerfully as the image of the planet was transferred onto the main viewscreen. A dull, wretched planet it looked, though very little could really be told about it from visual inspection alone. Nevertheless, Martok found himself leaning forwards and out of his seat a little, squinting at the image- as though he could actually see the finer details of it and locate the lost officers just by staring very hard- whilst he waited for the scans to be conducted and for the science officer to pinpoint their location as he had previously instructed.

oldsoulyoungatheart

"HablI’ vISamta’." Dax announced.

With her confirmation, the map and grid at her workstation was displayed also on the main viewscreen for everyone to see. Overlaying a black background appeared a predominantly russet planet marked with a colour resolution of its surface features provided to the Empire by the latest Starfleet imaging survey of the planet. Overlaying the image was a marigold grid divided into spherical coordinates converted from Federation Standard kilometers to the Klingonese equivalent —nineteen marked lines of  vaghvatlh qelI'qammey  latitudinally and nineteen longitudinally. Overlaying the grid was a single pair of white spherical crosshairs centered nearly over the fourth latitudinal line from the northern pole and the twelfth longitudinal line counterclockwise from the Western circumferential arc. The crosshairs’ center displayed a warmly pulsing white dot accompanied with a pair of coordinates displayed just to the right and upward of it on the screen. These were also given in qelI’qammey, which Ezri read off while she continued speaking.

"Quvmeyvo’ wa’ Hut vagh pagh DoD vagh Hut wa’ wej labtaH."

She pressed a button which erased the image and replaced it in the blink of an eye with a zoomed in image of the planet’s surface marked as a four square qelI’qammey area with a one square qelI’qammey marigold highlighted box.

"nochmeymaj ghomHa’taH QuvmeyvetlhDaq toplIn ’ach qelI’qam bID qoDna’Daq." Ezri explained while the room could choose whether or not to commit to memory the surface features displayed to recall and help them navigate by once they beamed to the surface.

She finished with “QaQ muD SaH ’ach nom choHlaH muD Dotlh.” Visibility would be fair once they beamed down. If asked, she would give an approximation of a two-hour window maximum before conditions below deteriorated as a massive storm front was due to blow through. There was a footnote reporting that this region was prone to localised cyclonic activity which was why she brought up the caveat.

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Duj tIvoqtaH!

gnrlmartok:

Martok misunderstood completely, thinking that Ezri had said “tu’wI’ law” - ‘many seekers’. Fortunately, the misunderstanding had little bearing on the rest of the information (‘many seekers’ meaning essentially the same thing as ‘search party’ or ‘search parties’, in context) so he didn’t really notice it, concentrating instead on the information itself.

He looked at the viewscreen, and listened to Dax’s explanation. By Martok’s estimation, anyone who visited such a planet in spite of its danger, was a fool, and deserved everything they got for their foolishness. On the other hand… there were many unknowns to factor into the scenario. Starfleet weren’t stupid enough to send a science team on a suicide mission for no reason; whatever work these people had been doing on this planet, there would be a good reason for it, he was sure. Perhaps their studies were to play some crucial part in the ongoing war effort. Perhaps they had risked their lives to conduct some kind of vital research. At present, they weren’t to know- but dismissing the distress call would be, he felt, premature.

"mapawDI’ ghor yIHotlh. Sotlaw’chaj Hal yIngu’chu’," he told Ezri. Then he addressed the rest of the bridge crew. "vaj yoS jol Saqghom. Heghbe’chugh DItu’ ‘e’ wInID."

He turned his attention back to Ezri.

"Qu’ DajHa’ ‘e’ Hech. toH! ‘ejyo’ Sotlaw’chaj tu’lu’ ‘e’ vaj Saqghom DajeSlaH. ‘ejyo’ DaSovchu’ ‘e’ nuQaHlaH. nom manej," he assured her. They wouldn’t want to stay any longer than necessary.

He turned and flashed a glance around the bridge. “Saqghom yIghom!” he ordered.

"qaH luq" Kornan replied, eager to make up for his earlier mistake, and get back into the Captain’s good books before Martok could remember it and issue a punishment. And off he went to do just that.

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"qaH luq," Dax replied with a swift nod. They were still well out of range to pinpoint an exact location and would need to be in orbit of the planet before she could get anything resolute with all the scattering.

That was all she had thought he would have to say to her for the moment. In her mind, she fairly assumed that she would almost certainly be invited to join the away team as she had invaluable experience and utility to offer on this particular mission. As such, the trip would likely be made shorter for everyone by having a science officer present on the surface of a volcanically active and otherwise potentially hazardous planet, a psychologist available to assist any traumatised survivors, and a Starfleet officer to pick up on anything unusual with regard to the team and its mission.

"Hah." She grinned up at him with light-hearted sarcasm. "I don’t have a death wish! And death by cloud of ash isn’t exactly my idea of going out for good with a bang." Sarcasm had faded into genuine smile as she laughed lightly, then shook her head.

"SuH. Dujvo’ lumejrupDI’," she replied, switching back to tlhIngan Hol. Of course she meant after grabbing her phaser and tricorder before they entered orbit. But joviality too had become muted as she thought back to the contents of the distress call, adding, “chaq boQ Hergh luHevnIS taHwI’pu’.” There was a very slight pause before and after ‘Hergh’ as she held his gaze unwaveringly for the duration as though to indicate it she specifically meant psychological.

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headcanon: DaQ

gnrlmartok came up with the idea that Dax could likely be spelled ‘DaQ’ in Klingon. Incidentally, DaQ also means ‘ponytail’! So I immediately thought of Jadzia’s ponytail and all I could picture was Martok or Worf shouting at Dax from across the room and the rest of the Klingons who didn’t know her very well thinking they were calling her by a nickname instead of her actual last name because of her ponytail. XD

ds9vgrconfessions:

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[After Jadzia died I didn’t think I’d like Ezri. But about two minutes into her first scene I realized, “How can anyone dislike this woman? She’s adorable.”]

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[After Jadzia died I didn’t think I’d like Ezri. But about two minutes into her first scene I realized, “How can anyone dislike this woman? She’s adorable.”]

Duj tIvoqtaH!

gnrlmartok:

"DIvI’," Martok muttered, listening to the transmission. He craned his neck around to give the science officer a questioning glance, catching the sheepish little smile. He supposed he ought to be annoyed by such a mistake, but, though Martok didn’t express it outwardly, inwardly he couldn’t help smiling himself. It wasn’t a gross error… and it was a bit of excitement, cutting through the monotony. Finally, something to do!

The Federation were currently their allies, so it was reasonable, Martok thought, to respond to this distress call. He swept a meaningful glance across the bridge, and suddenly he was all business. No longer slumped in the captain’s chair, Martok sat bolt upright and to attention. The rest of the bridge crew began to follow suit, enthusiasm creeping into their postures and bringing them out of the pit of boredom.

"yuQvam ghoghoSchoH He," he barked at the helmsman, who obediently brought both his attention and his finger away from the nostril he had been picking, and directed them instead to the helm controls.

"He cher," the helmsman confirmed.

"Hrrrr," Martok nodded his approval. "chu’." Then in one sudden movement flipped his PADDs clattering onto the floor. Suddenly they were of little importance, and he no longer needed their presence to keep him occupied.

He turned back, glancing to the science console again— but this involved craning his neck at a near-impossible angle, so Martok quickly decided that it would be easier to just stand up and walk there. He levered himself out of his chair and approached Dax in a couple of strides.

"mIchDaq ‘el ‘ejyo’ ‘e’ DaSovpu”a’?"

His tone was abrupt, but not accusatory, nor demanding - not by Klingon standards anyway. Merely curious. Martok wished to learn more- if there was any more to be learned - so was asking the only person there who  he thought might be able to shed some light on this.

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Ezri welcomed Martok’s presence over at her station as it had been a fairly lonely affair for the past few days with hardly any banter. She had tried, but not many of the officers seemed up to it. Was it just her own imagination, she thought, or did they cringe somewhat at the pitch of her voice? She knew others often thought of it as ‘chirpy’ in a mixed bag of endearment and annoyance and that secretly tickled her mischievous side. In any case, the new Dax had gained her own fondness and greater depth of appreciation for Martok’s friendship since their last excursion together and he understood a little more of her ways and the sense of humour she shared with Jadzia.

That, in addition to seeing the room come alive, finally being of any assistance, and feeling her curiosity piqued by the contents of the message, had served to add a little brightness to her mood. Glancing up as he stopped beside her, she smiled up at him and began rattling off, her voice not unlike a song bird’s chirp as it usually became when she was in a cheered mood and happy to be of assistance.

"tu’wI’law’ ghom ghor. Qun qul Human ngo’ He’ivastus. pIj Deghmey pongmey Qu’meychaj."

Dax wondered briefly where the helmsman had put his boogar, but shoved the thought to the side as she tapped a button on her console. One of the triangles on the star chart grid blinked a few times rapidly, then zoomed in on the Shahat system, where their course had been laid in to intercept. Ezri selected the third planet and the screen enlarged it once more.

"Shahat Hovtay’ vIqaw. puS jo tu’be’pu’ ’ejyo’.”

Up popped an image of the planet rotating and a readout in Klingon. She gestured to it and as the description loaded, she looked at the screen and began to paraphrase:

"chIm yuQmey. reH ghor yuQ wejDIch mup chunDabmey. muD voQ ‘ay’mey nagh…"

Dax paused, then turning her head so that she caught Martok’s eye once again, she added, “poH’a’vaD ghorDaq ratlhtaH ‘ej jollu’chugh ‘e’ vIqeSbe’qu’.”

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onetobeamup:

im still trying to figure out how to draw her 

friendshipstates asked: "I'm thinking I should come back when there's a little less drinking."
meme

"True. It’ll only get worse if they start singing about chon’e’ gagh’a’. I was there for that.”

tagged → #meme #friendshipstates