SentinelSpockNimoy

Do I REALLY have to keep saying I don't own Star Trek. Picard's POV I had a nightmare that night. I was back on a Borg Cube. But something was different about it. There were no drones in the alcoves I saw. And it was cold, much colder than the Borg cubes, Collective and Cooperative, that I had been on. I got a sick feeling in my gut. Something inside told me this place was evil, and I should get out of it. But I couldn't. Not yet. I was here for a reason. I had to figure out what that reason was. Suddenly, a cry cut through the air on the otherwise quiet cube. I ran in the direction it seemed to come from. Whoever-or whatever-it was continued

Still don't own Picard. Still own the Rovarians. They arrived on a transporter pad much like the one Hugh remembered on the Enterprise, except this one was bigger to accommodate Rovarians. A transporter operator nodded at them as they stepped-rolled in Spirit's case-off the pad. "Captain's waiting for you on the bridge." he said. "Tell her we're on our way." Spirit replied, "Hugh, Elnor, follow me, please." The two looked at each other and followed her out into a wide corridor with Rovarian crew heading in both directions, some carrying what looked like Rovarian PADDs, others with tools, and still others with things Hugh didn't recognize. All

I do not own Star Trek Picard. If I did, this probably would have happened in the show and I wouldn't be writing it as a fanfic. Elnor listened as Hugh explained what he planned to do. This was a very different Hugh than the one Picard had known, and honestly, Elnor didn't blame him. He'd just watched five of his people, innocent victims, murdered in cold blood and he hadn't been able to save them. Elnor had come out of hiding and held him while he sobbed over their bodies, and it was then Elnor had decided to bind himself to the XBs and Hugh in particular. That seemed to ignite something in the former Director, for as he stood with Elnor's h

I do not own Star Trek: Picard. I do however, own the Rovarians. This was the end. Of that, Hugh was certain as soon as he saw the knife leave Narissa's hand. Inwardly, he pleaded with whatever Fates existed to spare the lives of his people. They didn't deserve to die, just because of what was done to them against their will. Hugh wished he had more time with them, a chance to help more of them, perhaps even find a way to restore the ones Narissa had murdered. Hugh was not a violent person, but he wouldn't cry if she was killed. She deserved it for what her and her cohorts had caused. The lives that had been lost because of their twisted goal

This fic inspired by this drawing from @darklinespectra​ Amity woke to the sun warming his face. He groaned tiredly, tempted to shut off his comm before Dr. Johnson started calling to wake him up and tell him to get to work. He just wanted five more minutes! But his alarm started going off, dragging him out of sleep and into wakefulness. His hand smacked the alarm hard, shutting it off. He groaned again and shifted in his sleeping bag…or rather, his blankets. Yes, that’s right, he didn’t sleep in a tent with a sleeping bag anymore. Not since he’d found the aliens and gone to live among them. Not since they’

I'm sick of doing the disclaimer. T-800: SentinelSpockNimoy does not own Terminator and most likely never will. Now if you will excuse me, I must get back to this quiz so I can learn what kind of cat I am. Me: You are a huge dork. Antiope finally pulled into a dingy, boarded up auto service shop. The locked garage door that was a deterrent for mischievous humans was no obstacle for a Terminator as Antiope easily lifted it up, drove inside, and shut the door again. Now it was time for triage. Since he was the only other non-injured person, John had to assist her. They treated Sarah first, so she wouldn't bleed out. Then Sarah helped her with t

I do not, repeat, DO NOT own Tron Upirising. - 9. Plans - When Tesler heard about the attack on Pavel's base, he couldn't help bursting into laughter. He'd known something like this would happen, he just hadn't thought it would be so soon. To him, the incompetent moron getting his comeuppance was hysterical. However, Tesler did note with utmost seriousness the amount of Renegades present...and the fact that Tron, the real Tron, had revealed himself to be one of them. And then there was the other Program, the winged one that attacked Pavel. That one piqued his interest more than even Tron did. He wondered if Clu had seen or heard about any of