Been a minute 😉
After juggling a few ideas over the last year, I'm happy to be able to say that I have a new Trekfic up, which is a fusion of some of them
So here is 'Bierchorium', a continuation of 'The Boimler/Riker Manoeuvres' 😀💜🖖 #StarTrek #Trekfic #Fanfic
archiveofourown.org/works/80426281
Black-and-white photo of me sitting and working on a Star Trek fanfic idea on my tablet, with the sole of my right foot in view
Bonus Monochrome Monday pic while I'm working on my latest Trek-fic 😉🖤🖖👣 #BarefootVulcan #Trekfic #LLAP
Black and white photo of Riker aboard a shuttlecraft, visibly saddened by Soren's story
Thought I might share this again, my first Trekfic (inspired by 'The Outcast' and 'The Host'), to mark a year since I first posted it
Hope you enjoy it, while I continue to work on more 🙂💜🖖💫🪐 #StarTrek #TNG #Trekfic #Fanfic
archiveofourown.org/works/58224820
Getting a nice comment notification on one of my Trekfics...
I feel like my mind has been failing me when it comes to completing work on more of them but, knowing that there are people that enjoy reading them is a comfort 😊
More will come, I promise 💜✋ #Trekfic #Fanfiction
Voices from the Yard Shipwright Lioren Vale Utopia Planitia Shipyards, Mars – 2352 I’ve been in this trade a long time. Helped build Excelsior cruisers back when they were still the crown jewels of Starfleet. Gamma welded the bulkheads of the Ambassadors that were meant to usher in a new age of diplomacy. I’ve seen starships take shape from the first laid keel to the last hull plating. But nothing—not a single project I’ve worked on—comes close to what we’re building now. These Galaxy class are unlike anything we’ve ever attempted. When we started laying down the first frames on the Martian plains, the sheer scale of them defied belief. The saucer alone is the size of a city. I’ve walked along its framework, through cavernous compartments meant to house families, scientists, diplomats, all alongside the most advanced propulsion systems ever developed. We don’t just build ships anymore. We build civilizations—vessels designed to sustain entire communities as they venture into the unknown. Utopia Planitia has never seen an undertaking like this. The old yards had been resting on their laurels for a time—smaller projects, standard hulls, refits and maintenance cycles. But this… this has revitalized everything. There’s a new energy here, a sense that we are truly at the frontier of what Starfleet can accomplish. Thousands of us work in shifts, constructing, assembling, refining—every weld, every rivet, every isolinear relay is done with the knowledge that these ships are going to be the first step into a much
bigger universe. And today—today is the day we watched one of them take flight. For months, we’ve been shaping these hulls right here on the Martian surface, piecing them together under the blue-glow of the shipyard beacons, their skeletal frames rising like mountains from the ground. But they don’t belong here. They belong among the stars. So we link them up to the orbital tethers. Heavy-lift tractor assemblies, electromagnetic guidance locks, graviton stabilizers—all engaging in perfect sequence. And then, slowly, impossibly, the behemoth begins to rise. It’s an eerie thing to watch—hundreds of thousands of tons, an entire city, lifting into the air as if gravity itself has momentarily forgotten how to work. The ground crews step back, craning their necks, shielding their eyes as the hull ascends, inch by inch, meter by meter, higher and higher. At first, you can still see the raw details—the unpolished duranium plating, the open cavities where the impulse manifolds will go. But then, as it rises, the light changes, and the hull begins to glow in the Martian sunlight, turning gold against the sky. And it keeps going. Up, past the drifting clouds of construction drones, past the carrier platforms, past the drydocks where Excelsiors and Nebulas are getting their maintenance checks. Soon, it’s just a speck against the sky, a single gleaming light among the other specks of the orbiting docks. And then it’s gone, pulled into the final assembly stations, where it will be fitted with warp cores, computer cores, the heart and soul of a vessel meant to last for a century. And we watch. We watch because we know that one day, these ships will leave us behind. They’ll break
orbit, sail beyond Mars, beyond the Sol system, beyond anything we’ll ever see in our lifetimes. And sometimes I wonder—will a ship I helped build make it to the far side of the galaxy? Will it find worlds untouched, civilizations undreamed of? Maybe. But for now, we keep building. Because the future doesn’t wait. And neither do the stars.
An illistration of the saucer of a Galaxy Class starship being raised from the Martian Surface
For this #TrekTuesday, we’re sharing something special, a short excerpt from "A New Starfleet".
Told through the eyes of a veteran shipbuilder, it captures the quiet wonder of watching a Galaxy-class starship rise from Martian soil into the stars.
#StarTrek #GalaxyClass #TrekFic #Worldbuilding
Wanted to put up something a little Christmas-y so here, in more of a transcript format, is Qmas 😉💜🖖🎄 #StarTrek #TNG #Trekfic
archiveofourown.org/works/61545700
Thinking recently about how Star Trek has never done a Christmas episode, as well as how there was no Q episode in season 5 of TNG...
🤔✍️💜🖖 #TrekFic
