The Thor’lu’kin were fighting valiantly, but Nexulons had been occupying the richest sources of Dunkin’ for years. As the hulking warship set weapons to Dark Roast, and tore through the helpless vessel, for the briefest of instants the void smelled of robust toasted grounds. It would be the last thing those brave men and women smelled.
I have a confession.
I really don’t know that much about Star Trek.
I know, I know, I publish a webcomic. It’s practically on the application. Nonetheless it’s mostly managed to slip under my radar. Floyd’s been doing his best to educate me, but from his conversations with fellow acquaintances I know I have only begun to see threads of the rich tapestry whose weaving began so long ago.
I took care of Star Wars early, admittedly in part because of Floyd’s influence as well. He and Chrisbert brought me into the fold young, and made me their padawan. When I left them I was but the learner; now I am the master. Battlestar Galactica, another iconic space drama, has come into my spectrum of knowledge as well (if only the new series). I know as much about cylons as the next guy. Somehow, the Trek has just stayed beyond my grasp. Perhaps it’s the vastness of the oeuvre: with so many series, films, and characters, it’s hard to know where to begin. Perhaps my origins betray me: the Star Wars/Star Trek rift is well documented by the scribes of my people. Whatever the reason it’s one of the few remaining gaps in my burgeoning nerd repertoire.
It truly is the final frontier.