In support of good story – AXANAR

My Children will be the first to tell you that I am a full on Trekie. I watch it, I read about it, I know it’s history. I have read things about how the scripts were made and know things about the production of different episodes. I breed it into my kids. All of them know, for example, the proper response to, “Live Long and Prosper.” Most of them can even do the famous Vulcan hand sign by the time they are two or three.

With that in mind, you might understand why it is that I got upset about the most recent Star Trek Movie. I am not going to go into all of that here, if you want to read about it, you can see it here. STAR TREK INTO DARKNESS – A REVIEW and IT IS NOT THAT I HATE REBOOTS, I JUST WANT A NEW STORY However, the long and the short of it is that the Star Trek Universe is so huge, that there is no excuse for retelling an old story for one of the movies.

And before you get all up in arms and point to Trouble with Tribbles and Trials and Tribulations, that was a very special case where they were celebrating and anniversary, and it was a single episode in a series that ran for seven seasons.

But enough about that. What I really want to talk about is the future of the Star Trek Universe. I know there are rumors about giving Worf (Michael Dorn) his own series and I am excited to see where that goes. However right now there are a number of fan based projects going.

This one AXANAR is one of the most promising. Axanar_Logo_ret-small

The great part of this is that it takes a story that was only hinted at in the original series, and fills in the gaps, instead of retelling a story that is already out there. This story fills in the gaps, and that expands the Star Trek Universe making it a far richer place.

What Follows is the Prelude to Axanar. Think of it as a 21 minute episode that gives you the background so you understand what is happening in the feature length movie that is coming out at the end of this year. (2015)

This is a fan based film. This is a “for the love” production. They can’t ever make any money on this. That means that they do need your support to make this happen. Before you role your eyes and say, “Oh a fan film,” They have hired professional actors, set designers, CGI production and script writers. This thing is top notch and could easily stand next to any of the official regular episodes. So please consider donating to this so that they can make this film and hopefully more after it. I think after you watch it, you will agree with me that it is completely worth your time and maybe a little of your money.

So Grab your phaser and your tricorder and prepare for a little old school Trek, with some incredible story telling.

Now that you have watched it, again please consider giving in some way. If you can’t afford anything right now, just share it with other people who you know will like it, so that they can see and maybe donate. This is what Star Trek should be. http://www.startrekaxanar.com/

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The Stars are Bashful

From the beginning of time man has looked to the stars.

Originally Posted Sept 8 2008

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“You have got to believe me, you have got to, you don’t understand what is at stake here.”
“Yes, tell me again” the Sgt. said with a smug look on his face. “What is at stake?”
“All of us. They said we would all be a risk if we didn’t stop.”
“If we don’t stop what?” he said the edge returning to his voice.
“Come on we have been through this all ready.”
“All we have been through is this wild story you have told us. You have not told us why you were trying to break into the space center or what you were going to do there.” The Major leaned in closely and spoke in a quiet voice.
“Son, why don’t you start from the beginning again.”
“Look I told you. I was out in the desert about a week ago. At least I think it was a week ago. What year did you say it was?”
“Not now, just keep going.”
“Alright so, I was out there and the next thing I knew the stars kind of winked out. Not one at a time or anything, but all at once. At first I thought I was dreaming but then I heard them talking to me.”
“What are you doing?”
“It was a soft voice very peaceful feeling nothing threatening. So I told it I was out here to look at the stars.”
“Why do you do that?”
“Because they are beautiful, and because we have been trying to reach them since the beginning of time.”
“That is not wise. You are not ready.”
“Me, no, you are right, I have not had any training to go into space, but man I would love to some day.”
“Not just you, your whole race is not ready.”
“The voice changed them some how it became, well, different. So I looked and the face that was looking back at me was not at all human. I can’t really describe it other than to say that it was not human.”
“Your species is not ready to reach for the stars. We have come to warn you.”
“We? Who are you?”
“You do not need to worry, we mean you no harm. But we must warn you. There are things outside the safety of your planet that you are not ready for.”
“What do you mean?”
“You must tell them to stop exploring outer space. We will return when you are ready. We would have come sooner when you first launched yourselves into space, but we did not think you would try so soon and it is a very long journey from our home.”
“We can’t go into space any more?”
“No! Not yet. You are not ready.”
“But we have worked so hard.”
“You are not ready. We will return when you are and help you.”
“Then they were gone.”
“So it was a warning?” The major asked leaning back in his chair.
“Yes.”
“And they did not tell you why, just that we are not ready.”
“That is right.”
“Nothing else.”
“Nope.”
“Ok boys just another nut job who saw a UFO. Take him to the tank for the night and we will figure out what to do with him in the morning.”
“They said ask Glenn what he saw if you want proof.” I screamed as they grabbed my arms. “They said he would have been the first one high enough to see it.”
“What he saw were ice crystals.”
“They said there would be danger with every further launch.”
“Take him away boys.”
*****
“Ten Days later when the shuttle didn’t return, and the sky was suddenly filled with radio static, and no stars could be seen they let me go. From the beginning of time we have looked to the stars, who would have thought they didn’t want us to.”

Witch Hunt

Originally posted on Sept. 1 2008

This weeks prompt comes from: Mode Room Press, at
www.moderoom.com

Describe a witch hunt in a Scottish Village.
with a case of hand grenades.
Such misery is the result of too much sleep!
Two Policeman enter.
While a man in the shadows loads a rifle.


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Witch Hunt

“You know, there aren’t really any witches in Scotland any more,” I said.
“What are you talking about? Of course there are. What do you think that we have been doing for the last five years?” Matt looked at me with a look of pity.
“For one thing we have been getting wet every Saturday night instead of hanging out in the pub with the guys. And what have we got to show for it?”
“Well there are no witches in this village, that is what we have to show for it. And what do you mean by there are no witches in Scotland? You saw the same report I did just last week.”
We stopped under an eve and waited while two police officers walked by. We weren’t doing anything illegal, but the case of hand grenades that Matt insisted on keeping in the back seat of the car, just in case, was a sure bet to get us in more trouble then we were looking for.
“I saw the report just like you Matt,” I said after they had moved out of ear shot. “But what I didn’t see in there was what those people were doing that was wrong.”
“Sammy, their witches. They are going to be hexing our children and get them to come eat the gingerbread off their houses and then what? Then what will you do?”
“Matt,” I said grabbing his arm as he tried to step out from under the eve. “What are you talking about? That is a fairy tale. Did you read the report? Those people are Wiccan, technically that makes them witches but they don’t cast spells and they don’t have gingerbread houses and they said they just wanted to be left alone. I don’t agree with what they believe in, but they are not hurting anyone.”
“Sammy, they’re witches!” He said rounding on me. “Nothing good can come from them being here!”
“But that does not give us the right to do… to do what? What would we do if we found one? Blow him or her up with one of your grenades? What if they have children?”
“So you admit that there are witches and they have our children!”
“Your not listening to me Matty. I meant their own children. They are humans after all.”
“How can a witch have a child? What do they do, ‘magic’ them out of the fire? Then it would be more of a demon then a child, and we have to rid the world of them too!”
“You didn’t read any of that report at all, nothing after the title.” I sighed deeply. “This brand of witches are men and women, and they don’t do magic, they believe in trees and grass, and they have children of their own just like you and me.”
“Oh Yeah! Well what about that dream? What about the one where they told me to rid the country side of witches?”
“Matt, you had been sick and sleeping for three days. You had a nightmare, that is the only thing that can explain it. It is the only thing that could cause this much Misery.”
“Sam, if you don’t believe me fine, but I am doing to do what I have to do to keep all of us safe. You will thank me when your kids are grown and they have not been roasted and put on the diner table of some witch family.” He stopped then and took something out of his back pack. It was a rectangular box. As he opened it up I knew what it was going to be. He had bought a rifle, the kind you could take apart and put back together.
“Matt, what is that? You have gone off the deep end. You are going to hurt someone with that thing.” He turned to me, his eyes were red with anger.
“Go then!” he said waiving the unassembled barrel at me.
I ran back up the street the way we had come. Within a few moment I bumped into the two police officers, and I made a choice.
“Officers,” I said breathing deeply. “My friend, I think he is in trouble.” I wavered just a moment and then lied. “He must be drunk or something, but he has a gun. You have got to stop him!”

Earth To Jenny

This was originally posted Jun 30 2008
The News From Poughkeepsie – Day 61
Anything goes Sundays:

Jenny is a closeted geek. She works in a PR firm, has perfectly styled hair, and works out in a gym every other day. Everyone thinks she’s completely normal, except that she considers Walter Mitty a saint in her world. She works out with the assurance that some day she will be called upon to be a hero, and she is just preparing for it. In her mind, Walter was a prophet, and living a life in a fantasy world is the proper way to be.

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Earth To Jenny

The phone rang for what had to be the hundredth time that day. Jenny picked it up and looked at it as if it were a snake. “Thank you for calling Wambat, Westburg, Green and Lu where your good name is our good name, this is Jenny Lu how can I help you today?”
“Hey Jenny, this is Mike.”
“Mike, what can I do for you.”
“Well you, know that new ad that you guys produced for me. Well, I don’t really like it.”
“Mike, you approved it.”
“Yeah, but It makes me look like a schmuck.” Jenny stifled a laugh.
… “Well Mike you are a schmuck. You run a series of off world smuggling operations. Here is the thing, in working with you over the last year I have been collecting the evidence that I needed to see you sent to some mining colony on the moon, if not the belt.”
“But Jenny.”
“But Nothing, you are scum Mike.”
“Jenny? Jenny, are you listening to me? Earth to Jenny.” Her mind snapped back to reality
“No, I’m sorry Mike I got distracted by… well, never mind. Tell me again what you don’t like about.”
“That is it. I think that is the whole problem, you never seem to be listening. I am going to have a talk with your boss.” He hung up the phone.
“Damn that can’t be good.” She said, putting the phone down. Sure enough, not ten minutes later the phone rang again, this time it was Mr. Wambat.
“Jenny, I would like to see you in my office, please.”
“Yes, sir, be right there.” She grabbed her mirror from the desk drawer and checked her hair. Even if she was going to fired there was no point in looking bad while it was happening. Maybe, it would be enough for him to go easy on her. She put the mirror back and walked to his office.
“Come in.” Wambat’s voice boomed from the other side of the door as she knocked.
“Mr. Wambat you wanted to see me?”
“Yes, Jenny, I think you know what this is about.”
“I believe so, sir.”
“Good, that makes this a little easier. The problem, my dear, is that this is not the first time that I have heard such a complaint… ”
The shackles dug into her hands as she stood before the tribunal, they had been droning on now for so long that it really could not be a good thing. Jenny knew that she was going to have to escape, and soon if she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life in prison.
“This court has come to the conclusion that, we are going to have to let you go.” What? Let me go she thought, but I was on trial for ten different treaty violations three of which held the penalty of life in prison without the possibility of parole.
“But…” She started to object.
“I am sorry Jenny, you had a very promising future here, but in the past month you seem to have been having trouble keeping your mind on your work. We can’t have that. As I said we are going to have to let you go. Please clean out your desk and leave before the end of business today. If you get this problem under control I would be glad to give you a reference. But for now, goodbye.” She stood in stunned silence for a few seconds, and then turned and walked out of his office.
“That did not go well,” she said to herself. She made her way back to her desk. She sat there for a few moments before deciding that there was nothing there that she wanted or needed, and just left. Trying to avoid every-one’s gaze on the way out.
Not wanting to go home and not having anywhere else to go she went to the park. She found a bench and sat down.
“I didn’t really belong there anyway.”
“No, Jenny you didn’t.” She started at the voice. There was a man sitting next to her.
‘Who, who are you?”
“Your father.”
“My father lives in Iowa, Riverside, Iowa. He has never been to Boston and probably will never. He says he won’t leave until his hero is born.”
“I think he has a while to wait. But he is your adoptive father. We choose him because he believes in bigger things.”
“What? Wait, you are telling me that he is not my real father.”
“That is right.”
“Then… Who are you?” She really looked at the man for the first time. He did look a lot like her.
“I am your father, but before we go any further I think we need to go someplace less out in the open.”
“No, no, no. I have been in the city long enough to know that trick. We start walking you grab me and stuff me in a van and…” She trailed off as his expression changed. She looked at him. He did look a lot like her.
“Jenny.” he said softly. “I am not going to hurt you. We have to talk about some things, I just thought it would be better to do that in private. But if you want to talk here that is fine.”
“Yes, I think that would be best. I don’t know you from Adam.” He laughed. “What is so funny.”
“I am Adam.” Then she knew it was another dream. She shook her head violently. “That won’t help. I am not one of your daydreams.”
“But…”
“Jenny. I know about the dreams, I know about them because we sent them to you. To help you remember.”
“Remember what?” She pleaded.
“Who you are, who you have been.”
“What do you mean?”
“Jenny, this is going to be hard for you to believe, but listen to me, please.”
“Alright, I am listening.”
“Look, what I am going to tell you is going to be the hardest thing you have ever had to believe, but you must, it is vitally important.”
“I said I would listen.”
“Alright then,” he said, sitting back on the bench. “One hundred thousand years ago, I was born in a place that was perfect. So long ago that I don’t really remember. I had to leave that place after your mother and I broke the rules.”
“Wait a minute, you are going to tell me that you are the Adam, as in Adam and Eve?” She stood up and started to back up.
“You said you were going to listen.”
“That was before the tale got so tall I needed a safety harness to climb down it.”
“Please. Just listen.”
“Why?”
“Because it will change your life.”
“How?”
“You will have to listen to the story to find out.”
“Alright, but if you try anything.”
“The can of mace in your bag. I know.” She looked at him surprised. “Go ahead, get it out. That way you can be ready if you need it,” She did as she was bidden. “Good now sits down, please, and let me continue.”
“Look, I don’t know what you are trying to pull, so make this quick.”
“Alright, as you wish,” he said. “I am not the Adam from the bible, though that is not that far off. I will make this a very short story, your mother and I had to leave you about 30 years ago, really a blink in your life time. We left you in a static time state. Look, I can tell from your expression you are not buying this. Your daydreams, they are real. You have lived all of those things. The status we left you in makes it seem that you are a normal human, you grow just like them, and you live just like them, and eventually had we left you long enough, you would have thought you died just like them, but of course it would just be a sleep that you would wake up from. We didn’t know how long we would be, but we are back now.”
“Wait a minute. So you are telling me that I am not thirty two and that I have lived all those things that I dream about?”
“That is correct.”
“So I was right? I really don’t belong here?” He nodded. She could not believe it. All the things that she had dreamed. The adventures, the other lives, the other times. Space travel, other worlds, so many other people. She wanted to scream it to every person who had ever said, Earth to Jenny. “I was right.” she said out loud finally.

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