#FUCK kivas fajo

[adriartts]

Another screencap redraw as I rewatch episode of all time (The Most Toys). 

#geordi laforge #Star Trek: The Next Generation #star trek #tng #the composition of this shot is just very nice tho I did edit the painting behind him a bit to make the planet halo him better #thinking many thoughts. also just the fact that he has a random painting in his room. he doesn't own a lot of art #it's very hyperrealistic in the sense that it really just looks like a picture taken of a planet from a moon that orbits it #do u know where im going with this. it looks like data painted it. we know what data's paintings look like. data made that ive decided #like it makes sense with the whole thing about this episode how they think data's dead. its good #also the fact that when he's sleeping here. full uniform. didn't even take off his boots or combadge #i forget who exactly but maybe riker or picard who was telling geordi to go the fuck to bed earlier #you KNOW he was just up working trying to find what went wrong with the shuttle and then Conked Out #star trek will give us characters in pajamas if theyre SLEEPIN sleeping. u KNOW he wasnt #if he wasnt working himself to death they wouldve given us geordi jammies #anyway :(((((((((( episode of all time. put data in SITUATIONS. #FUCK kivas fajo #kill kill bite main destroy. they shoulve let data kill him. a a treat

[defendglobe]

Free character of choice :)

NICE! im gonna go with data startrek bc ive been rewatching TNG lately.

favorite thing about them: his weird little quirks. like not using contractions, listing off a ton of synonyms when talking, his love for sherlock holmes, the way he babies his cat, the stupid hat he wears when the crew plays poker, etc. and also just how artistic he is (he's constantly painting, he plays violin, and writes poetry)

least favorite thing about them: i get that he was written as detached and unemotional but my god. he's WAY too calm when people are being bigoted to his face. i wish he had the chance to say "you know what? the way people treat me is incredibly fucked up and i do not deserve this" at least once.

favorite line: "the starfleet officers who first activated me on omicron theta told me I was an android. nothing more than a sophisticated machine with human form. however, i realized that if i was simply a machine, i could never be anything else. i could never grow beyond my programming. i found that difficult to accept, so i chose to believe that i was a person, that I had the potential to be more than a collection of circuits and subprocessors"

brOTP: really data and the entire enterprise-D crew. but to pick just one duo, i'll say data and deanna.

OTP: data/geordi. fellas, is it gay to have trouble in romantic relationships with women because you "have a hard time being yourself" while being practically joined at the hip with your dude best friend? i love how geordi accepts data just as he is and data trusts him enough to let him do maintenance/repairs on him. also its so fucking funny that they roleplay sherlock holmes together.

nOTP: every now and then i see data shipped with maddox or kivas fajo (both characters who viewed data as just an object with no autonomy and one of which was physically violent with him) and im like. can we Not do that.

random headcanon: i've seen a lot of people headcanon that the emotion chip is just a placebo/just allows data to label the feelings he already has but my headcanon is a bit different. i like to think the chip was created with the assumption that data was completely incapable of emotion without it. but since he clearly does have SOMETHING going on, it wreaks havoc on his systems and takes every emotion to its extreme. which is why he's so emotionally out of control in generations. by the later TNG movies he seems a lot more like himself, so geordi probably figured out what was going on and found a way to fix it.

unpopular opinion: when data talks about "wanting to be human," he doesn't actually mean he wishes he was human (Q offers to make him human twice and he immediately says no fuckin way). he really means like. wanting to be loved and accepted, to be treated as "normal," and to be part of a family. but since he doesn't quite know how to articulate that, he just says he wants to be human instead.

song i associate with them: we talk like machines - savoir adore

favorite picture of them: look at this shit. this show is fucking insane.

#ask #eldragon-x #i apologize for rambling LMAO i rlly love data #emma watches star trek

[yarboyandy]

All the eggshells are on the ground, and I try, I’m trying to pick them up

#star trek #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #data soong #data star trek #kivas fajo #andy drawz #i am assuming everyone here is normal and wont tag as ship #is there isnr a ship for this god i fucking hope not #this was my first tng episode i believe #gets me everytime #data should be allowed to kill as a treat #ill draw some other characters soon lol i notice that people seem 2 like data a lot more compared to others

[kaijudyke]

don't know why people talk so much about o'brien always getting captured or going through various ordeals when it seems to me that data can barely go an episode without getting kidnapped/reprogrammed/hijacked/harassed/dehumanized (for lack of a better word)/traumatized/nearly disassembled

#talk tag #trek talk tag #idk if traumatized is the right word to use wrt someone who processes things so differently #but if lal or lore or kivas fucking fajo aren't trauma i sincerely do not know what is! #tng is like in this episode someone won't stop calling data 'it'. in the next episode someone kidnaps him. #in the next episode he creates and then loses a child. in the next episode someone tries to have him legally declared starfleet's property. #in the next episode his body is hijacked for some nefarious purpose. in the next episode someone is like oh data your existence is so sad #it never stops!!!!!

[cakesandsnouts]

I assume you have no modesty…but then I guess that decency is the rule of your Starfleet training.

#this is a Moment. #star trek tng #this ep is so fucking DARK #data #kivas fajo

[theboywhocriedworf]

Let's overanalyze!

TNG, S7E1, Descent, pt 2.

After watching the Descent episodes of TNG - the ones where Lore is emotionally manipulating Data and fucking with the Borg - I got this weird idea I need to share.

So, first of all, may be it's just me and my kinky brain, but the amount of rapey/non- consensual situations involving Data is fucking huge. When I am done watching TNG, I'll elaborate on this as well, but yes, I am looking at you, Bruce Maddox and Kivas Fajo.

But back to Lore. Bear with me while I try to overanalyze everything and explain how Lore definitely gave Data an orgasm on screen.

Since we, the audience, are not androids, we cannot possibly go through the same motions of suddenly feeling emotions as Data does, but there are some human experiences, though, that can help us relate.

What do we know about Data and his emotions? (I am basing this mostly on the episodes Descent 1-2 and the rest of the series, haven't seen the movies yet). It is explicitly stated that he felt anger and hatred when he killed that Borg, and that he felt pleasure. Was it pleasure because he realised his hatred in action or was it pleasure, because he finally felt an emotion? I'd say, it's both. The urge to do something, the urge you cannot ignore and the consequent pleasure of release.

This is something to which we, humans, can definitely relate. The pleasure of release is hardwired in our brains, and I am - surprisingly - not only talking about sex. It is also the pleasure you get when after some struggle you finally manage to sneeze, when after holding your breath under water, you take the first gulp, when sound swells and finally drops, or when something is so beautiful that awe peaks and makes you tear up. Catharsis. Burst. Explosion.

The universally recognised shuddering pleasure of release, my friends.

So, in the second part of Descent there is this moment, when Data comes to Lore to report about the experiments on Geordi's brain. Data is starting to get second thoughts about all this torturing-your-friends business, and Lore doesn't like it. And he gets his point across in a very specific way.

Lore: Why are you talking like that? Something wrong with your programming? Maybe I should check your systems?

Data: I do not want you to check my systems. I must resolve these issues myself.

Lore: Perhaps, I should cut back a little.

Lore: Then you prefer to have more emotions?

Data: Yes...

Lore nods with a smirk: They give you pleasure.

Data (with anguish, voice shaking): Yes, please, I want more...

Lore: Alright (smirk). A little more. For now. (Switches the chip on under his nail).

Look at this scene. A shiver runs through Data's body. He breathes deeply, eyes unfocused. How can we interpret that in any other way as a pleasure of release, an orgasm? And pay attention to how Lore is watching Data in this moment - with the pleasure of domination. This is a very disturbing scene in terms of consent and emotional abuse, exactly because of these sexual overtones. The rest of the scene confirms it.

Lore: Aren't you going to thank me?

Data (looks up with some mix of disgust and incredulity): Thank you.

Lore: Don't mention it. I just hope this helps to clarify things for you.

Ouch. These are some chilling abuser vibes right here, makes me shiver. A brilliant performance by Brent Spiner, as always.

#star trek #star trek tng #star trek: the next generation #lt. commander data #descent part 2 #lore #lore star trek #lore soong #brent spiner #let's overanalyze! #star trek meta #vulcan love slave

[nervousspacerobot]

Kivas Fajo: You know what? You're in time out. Sit in the chair. Sit in the chair.

Data: This ship is a fucking nightmare.

#star trek tng

[mostly-natm]

AKA, fuck you Kivas Fajo.

#star trek #star trek tng #tng #star trek the next generation #the next generation #data soong #star trek data

[ladyfogg]

May I? - 16/?

May I? - 16/?

Fic Summary: Ensign Faith Diaz struggles to hide her mental illness from her fellow shipmates aboard the Enterprise until an intrigued Data goes out of his way to try to understand her behavior. At his insistence, Faith tries to figure out what she’s truly passionate about and eventually seeks the professional help she needs. Fic Masterpost.

Fic Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Data/Female OC

Warnings: tw: depression, tw: anxiety, fluff, friends to lovers, eventual smut

Screenshot by @tinakolesnik​ 

Faith was distraught.

One minute she's curled up beside Data, falling asleep and the next she woke up groggy and disoriented in a strange room. 

It was a surprisingly nice room, with a large bed and all the furnishings of the guest room on a starship. Faith could see the blackness of space outside her window.

As her mind began to clear, she realized with a stab of fear that she was alone.

"Data? Data?!"

She tried to stand but her world spun and she fell back down onto the surprisingly comfortable bed. 

I've been drugged, she realized with a start. 

The after-effects were clear. Her brain felt like it was surrounded by fog and lifting even her hand was a chore.

"What is going on?" she asked herself, trying to remain upright. Even her words were slurred. 

She had to get out of there and find Data. He'd know what to do and more importantly, seeing him would let her know he was safe. She could feel the onset of an anxiety attack, but she pushed it down, repressed it because now was not the time.

The door to her room opened and a man marched in. He was clearly Zibalian and wore expensive-looking clothes, along with an expression of pure delight. He was shorter than her but held himself with such authority that she didn't realize it at first. 

"Hello there. Have a nice nap?" he asked, chuckling at his own joke.

"Who are you and where the hell am I?"

"My dear, I am the Kivas Fajo, at your service." He extended a bow her way as if waiting for recognition.

"Is that supposed to mean something?"

"I'm sure Mr. Data has spoken of me before."

Faith felt a sense of dread when he mentioned Data's name. "Can't say that he has."

Fajo paused. "Really? Not once."

"No." Faith forced herself to stand. "Where is he? What did you do to him?"

"Data is safe and sound, for the time being," Fajo said, folding his hands behind his back. 

"I don't believe you."

"Understandable. I figured you would need a visual."

He removed a remote from his pocket and pressed a button. The wall behind him changed into a view screen and Faith sighed with relief when she saw Data. He seemed unharmed and even turned towards the screen.

She couldn't hear him but the way his lips moved, she knew he had said her name. She made a move towards the screen when Fajo stopped her, throwing his arm around her waist and yanking her to his side.

"See? Completely unharmed. And both of you shall remain that way so long as Data does exactly what I ask of him."

Faith pushed Fajo away. "You have no idea what you've done! When Starfleet hears about this…"

Fajo groaned and waved his hand as he wandered away from her. "You sound just like Data the first time I collected him. Starfleet this and Starfleet that. Let me save you the trouble: they don't know where you are and aren't even looking for you. Neither of you is going anywhere."

"What do you want with us?"

"Nothing with you. Well, almost nothing. I didn't realize how important you could be."

She didn't like the way he sounded or his smirk. Her eyes went back to Data who watched them with his usual unreadable expression. Though his eyes tracked Fajo's movements. 

"See, Data and I have done this dance before. Since he failed to educate you, let me. I am a collector of rare, one-of-a-kind things. I tried to add Data to my collection three years ago and he managed to get me arrested. My collection was seized and I was thrown in prison."

His voice lost its amusement and his expression turned cold. When he looked back at her, there was anger in his eyes.

"Thankfully, it helps to have friends in high places. Well, one friend. I told Data that he would become part of my collection again and I've finally made that possible."

"How? I don't understand."

Fajo clapped. "That I am quite proud of. See while you were all busy searching the Enterprise for whatever was going on, you neglected to search the shuttles. My little friends were able to make some modifications to bring you to the right place at the right time. Then once the backup life supports kicked in, sleepy time for you. It was just lucky Data was powered down at the same time. Although, I've had a string of good luck lately."

"Friends? What friends?"

Fajo smirked and pressed a button on the comm panel on the wall. "Enter."

The doors open, an alien shuffled in carrying a tray. It was the same type of alien they had found aboard the Enterprise, though this one seemed more docile and subdued. 

"Faith, meet the Oz'ods. One of them at least. There are only a few left in existence. They were never really able to sustain their numbers and all but six perished. Their natural cloaking ability makes them hard to detect but I managed. And now, they serve me."

The Oz'od placed the tray of food down on a small table by the bed and remained there, waiting for further instruction.

"Thank you, that'll be all." Fajo waved them off.

The Oz'od shuffled out of the room.

"There's nothing impressive about keeping people as slaves," Faith said angrily. 

"Not slaves, servants. And sometimes trophies."

"Whatever you need to tell yourself so you can sleep at night."

"I sleep very well, thank you. Now, as I was saying, the Oz'ods are fantastic creatures. In exchange for their continued existence, they do as I say, including infiltrating the Federation's flagship. At first, it was purely to gather information and watch Data." Fajo paused his monologue to smile at Faith. "And then you came along. It was too perfect! I thought about trying to manipulate him into thinking you were working for me all along. But he's too smart for that. This way, I finally had a bargaining chip that would ensure Data did whatever I asked of him."

He began to circle her and Faith remained frozen, arms wrapped around herself. 

"So what? We've just supposed to do everything you say and stay here with you forever?"

Fajo smiled brightly. "Great, you get it."

"That's not going to happen. We're going to get out of here, with or without the Enterprise."

"I doubt Data would even try." Fajo got closer, reaching out to tug on her long braid. "Not if he wants to take care of you."

Anger welled in Faith and she couldn't contain it. The audacity of that man was overwhelming and she threw her elbow back, connecting squarely with his nose.

"Bold of you to assume I need to be taken care of," she snapped.

Fajo swore and drew out a phaser. The next thing she knew a searing pain ripped through her hip and she flew across the room, hitting the soft carpet before rolling into the wall. Through the pain, she lifted her head to stare at the view screen but it had been turned off.

Fajo wiped the blood from his nose, pointing the phaser at her again. "You get one of those," he growled. "Next time I won't be so lenient."

He left her there, curled in excruciating pain. 

Faith was in tears, both from emotion and the physical injury she now had. Every time she tried to move, it got worse and she fell back with a yell. It was like an electric heat coursing through her torso. Carefully, she peeled back the torn part of her jumpsuit to examine the wound. 

The second-degree burn made her panic return. All she could do was lay there hyperventilating. Try as she might, she couldn't take a deep breath, not until she shut her eyes and imagined Data was there with her, talking her through her attack as he had many times before.

The doors opened and the Oz'od from earlier shuffled back in with several items in their hands.

When they approached her, Faith tried to scramble away.

To her surprise, they spoke. Their voice was stilted and raspy, uncomfortable with English. "No harm. Help." 

He reached for her again and Faith fought her instinct to pull away. The Oz'od was surprisingly gentle as he placed a small bowl next to her along with a cloth bandage. In the bowl was a green paste which he began to apply to the burn.

It hurt at first but then it began to cool, easing the pain. Faith relaxed with a sigh, face streaked with tears.

"T-Thank you," she croaked.

"Me Soshi."

"I'm Faith."

He finished putting the paste on then sealed it with a bandage. "Fajo fine if you no fight."

"Fajo needs a fucking dose of reality," Faith said, smoothing her torn jumpsuit over the bandage. "How long have you guys been with him?"

"Two years. We would die alone."

"Starfleet can help you. And you wouldn't have to serve anyone."

Soshi hesitated, looking around as if they were afraid Fajo was watching. Faith wondered if he was somehow. "We like Fajo. Fajo protect Oz'ods."

Faith made a move to stand and Soshi helped her. "It's not protection, it's exploitation." It was a painful trek across the room back to the bed. When she finally made it, she eased herself down, wincing as her hip ached.

Soshi gathered their first aid supplies. "Eat food. Soshi made. Good and fresh."

They then left her alone. Faith poked at the tray but didn't feel even remotely hungry. She had no idea how she could escape her room or get to Data. She doubted she'd be able to overpower Fajo again. But Data could. She imagined he hadn't to spare her any pain from their captor.

If I could just get to him…

After her little stunt, that would probably be impossible.

Faith laid down on her uninjured side, watching the stars outside her window. If he really wanted Data for his collection, he wouldn't do anything to him. She had to believe that. The only thing she could think to do was nothing.

Literally, nothing. She wasn't going to eat anything they brought her and if Fajo came in, she wouldn't even look at him, let alone talk to him.

Eventually, she dozed off. 

It was a long time before anyone came to see her again. Soshi brought her another meal to replace the one she hadn't touched but did not say anything. When they replaced that meal as well, they spoke up.

"Faith must eat."

"I'm not eating anything."

"No like food? Want other food?"

"Fajo can force me to stay here but that's it. I'm not eating or drinking. He thinks I'm a bargaining chip, fine! Good luck trying to get Data to do what he wants if something happens to me."

Soshi looked scared and hurried out of the room. She suspected they had to report back to Fajo. She hoped he wouldn't take it out on them.

After the fifth untouched meal, Fajo stomped into her room. "Why must you both make this so difficult?" he asked, hands on his hips like a petulant child.

Faith could see his reflection in the window. She did not answer.

"I know you're not asleep. Answer me! What's wrong with you?"

Her only response was silence. 

"Oh for goodness sake!" Fajo moved to the other side of the bed, snapping his fingers to get her attention. "Earth to the human!"

She flipped him the bird.

"Oh, that's nice. Very lady-like." He softened his tone. "Come on, eat something. Pretty please?"

She turned her back on him. Fajo huffed and walked around the other side of the bed again. "You two are so damn difficult!"

"Because you're keeping us against our will, you jag!"

He reached for his phaser and despite herself, she flinched. "Watch it," he warned.

"How do I even know Data is okay?" she asked, heart aching for the android. She had been so worried about him. "You showed me one image and nothing else. For all I know I'm all alone here."

Fajo took a deep breath as if to recollect himself. "Lucky for you, I'm a merciful man." He walked over to the door and opened it.

To her relief, Data entered. He wore a hideous purple jumpsuit which obviously wasn't by choice. Regardless, when she saw him, Faith felt her body release its tension. She forced herself out of bed, stumbling as they hurried to embrace. 

"Thank the stars you're alright!" she said.

"I am fine. Are you?"

"I am now."

Data looked at Fajo. "May we have privacy?"

Fajo put his hands up as he backed out of the room. "Five minutes. We have that dinner with the Vangar delegates and we have to go over talking points."

Data nodded in understanding. As soon as Fajo left Faith asked, "You're going along with him?"

"For now," Data said, stroking her cheek. "I do not wish for him to hurt you again. Striking him was not a smart idea."

"I know. But it felt really good."

He gave her a small smile before hugging her once more. "Please do not attempt to harm him again. He has a personal force field activated that will harm you significantly. I suspect he did not think he would need to use it around you."

"His mistake. I take it that's why you haven't overpowered him."

"You are correct. Why will you not eat?"

"Passive resistance."

"Please eat. You will need your strength if we are to plan our escape."

"Data, how the hell are we going to get out of here?"

"I do not know yet. But I will find a way. In the meantime, do not underestimate Fajo. He will not hesitate to harm or kill. I have seen him do both."

A shiver ran down Faith's spine and she suddenly realized how lucky she had been to only receive a blaster to the hip.

"I'm scared," she admitted. "I'm trying to be a brave Starfleet officer but deep down I'm terrified."

Data cupped her face. "I will not let harm come to you. I will do as he says in the hope he leaves you be. However, I do not know if Fajo will allow another meeting between us. He only allowed this one when I negotiated for it."

"Kiss me then. I need to feel your lips."

He did, deeply. Faith kissed him back, not knowing when or even if she'd see him again. She couldn't bear to let him go.

"Alright, alright, break it up." Fajo's voice ruined the moment. "You'll decrease his value."

Faith glared at him but Data's hand fell to her lower back which calmed her down.

"Actually, Fajo, I believe Faith would only enhance my image to your friends."

Both of them looked at him in confusion. Though, Fajo looked entirely too interested in the notion. "How so?"

"I am the only sentient android in the galaxy. I possess no emotions and yet have found myself a romantic partner," Data explained. "I believe some would find that interesting."

Faith suddenly realized what Data was doing. He was trying to devise a way to satisfy Fajo's weird fixation while also keeping Faith close and extend their time together. 

She loathed the thought of having to sit through a dinner with rich creepy people she didn't know. But if it meant she could remain at Data's side, she'd bite her tongue and force a smile.

Fajo pointed at Data. "I see what you're trying to do," he said. "Oh, I forgot how clever you could be." He pondered Data's suggestion, looking Faith up and down. Finally, he clapped excitedly. "This will be so much better! Yes! Let's get your little girlfriend all gussied up for dinner. You two are going to make a splash!" He went to the door and waved Data over. "Come, Data. Let's go find something for her to wear while she washes up. She clearly needs it."

Faith took an angry step towards Fajo but Data held her back. 

"Perhaps I should stay to ensure she is made aware of her expectations," he suggested.

Fajo's smile faded. "I am being very generous, all things considered. Do not test me."

She could sense Data's disappointment but he didn't seem to want to push his luck. Not after seeing how Fajo hurt her so easily. 

"Very well," he said.

Fajo was delighted. "Had I known you would be so agreeable this way I would have kidnapped someone close to you the first time! Now, when we meet with the delegates, remember to tell them how we first met…"

Data followed him out of the room, casting Faith a reassuring nod before the doors closed. 

Thrown by the turn of events, she shuffled over the end of the room which had a partition for privacy. Behind it was a toilet, sink, and tiny shower stall that she could barely fit into. She turned the shower on and tested the water. Thankfully it was hot.

She peeled her torn clothes and bandage off before stepping into the stall. The water felt wonderful and she washed hours worth of sweat and tears away. The paste on her wound washed off as well, leaving smooth, fresh skin with no burn in sight. Her hip still ached however and probably would for a while.

Once she had washed up, Faith stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself. 

There was nothing for her to change into yet so she tried to comb her hair out with her fingers as she waited.

By the time they came back, her hair had dried into its natural thick waves. 

"Wear this," Fajo ordered, handing her a folded gown of deep purple. It complimented the jumpsuit Data wore except it was made of soft silk. 

Faith stepped behind the partition again and slipped into the dress. It was far too tight and showed too much skin for her liking. Her cleavage was on full display and the skirt's slit went almost to her thigh.

The shoes were worse. God awful heels that hurt her feet. She'd rather be barefoot. But she had to play her part just as Data played his.

When she stepped back out, Data's eyes went wide. He seemed to eye her with appreciation which did make her feel a little better. Only a little.

"Marvelous, breathtaking," Fajo said. "You clean up well. Data was sure you'd protest showing so much skin but we want to really wow everyone. Come come, give us a spin."

Faith clenched her jaw and spun in a slow circle. 

"Wonderful. Now, we mustn't keep our guests waiting for too long. Data remembers quite clearly what happened the last time he failed to entertain my friends. Come along you two." Fajo made a move to leave before turning back. "Oh, and if you could smile, Faith, you'd look so much prettier."

If Faith could rip out his throat she would. 

She slid her arm around Data's as they followed Fajo out of her room. "Imma kill him. I swear," she muttered so softly only he could hear it.

Data leaned in close. "Starfleet officers do not condone homicide."

"This one does."

Data sighed, bringing his free hand up to rest over hers. "Faith…"

"I know, I know. I was kidding. Mostly."

"No whispering you two!" Fajo barked over his shoulder. 

The halls of the ship were more standard than Faith expected. Clearly, Fajo liked the finer things in life. She expected his ship to reflect as much. But it seemed to be made more for function than comfort.

They arrived at the dining hall and he led them in with a bright smile.

"Kornok, Dulcer, Enil! My friends!" he greeted the three slender looking aliens with comically large round eyes and squared heads.

"Fajo!" The shortest of the three, Kornok, said as he approached the other man. "It has been far too long!"

Data and Faith hung back as Fajo made his greetings and small talk. The Vangar kept looking at them with interest until the female Dulcer pushed past Fajo and approached.

"Now what have we here?" she asked, circling the couple.

"My dear friends, meet the first in my new collection," Fajo said proudly. "Lieutenant Commander Data, the first and only sentient android in existence."

"Fascinating!" Kornok exclaimed and Dulcer continued her scrutiny. 

"Hello," Data said dutifully. "It is a pleasure to meet you all."

"My, how well he speaks!" Dulcer exclaimed. 

Faith clutched Data's arms tighter when she realized Enil was staring at her in an almost leering way.

"And the girl?" Enil asked.

"Oh, you'll get a kick out of this," Fajo said. "Faith is Mr. Data's girlfriend."

The Vangar began whispering excitedly in another language and suddenly all three were circling Faith and Data with rapt attention.

"A girlfriend? The android has a girlfriend?"

"Fascinating! But he doesn't have emotions! How does that work?"

"Is there an intimate nature to the relationship?"

Faith was already hating everything about the situation. The last question was asked by Enil and made Data speak up.

"That question is inappropriate," he said. "I do not mind answering questions that do not pertain to the intimacy of my relationship with Faith."

You tell him, babe, Faith thought to herself.

"Modesty! I love it!" Kornok laughed. 

Fajo laughed as well. "Come now, let's eat! We can discuss more over food. I'm sure you're all ravenous."

The three wandered away from the couple, firing all sorts of questions at Fajo as they took their seats.

"This is going to suck," Faith muttered as she and Data followed.

"Yes. Yes it will."

#commander data #lt commander data #data tng #data soong #star trek next generation

[toddhowardhateclub]

I've seen a lot of hellaciously funny things on this site but one of the funniest, worst things i've seen this week was this picture from the star trek ep where data gets kidnapped by kivas fajo and he says like "your past does not excuse your current actions" and the notes were filled with all these freaks going "REMINDER TO ANTIS!!! ANTIS TAKE NOTES! FUCK ANTIS"

#the life of carl #carl tells stories

[adriartts]

Hello again I am STILL thinking about the most episode ever.  Fuck him up, Data!!

#Star Trek: The Next Generation #data tng #data #star trek #data star trek #screenshot redraws are. fun #lets me not worry so much about lines and just go ham on colors #also data is fun as hell to color because hes so goddamn pale and nonhuman i can use any color i WANT on him #fuck getting the disruptor to look right also. whaddahell #anyway im still going insane about the most toys. my overall favorite episode of tng tho descent is ALSO very good #they should've let data kill kivas fajo #also. love how kivas fajo is like 'if you could feel emotion you would kill me. if you could be angry or hurt or afraid you'd shoot me' #and then data TRIES TO SHOOT HIM AND IS ONLY STOPPED BY THE TRANSPORTER. and continues to be like 'ah but alas. i have no emotions' #data is an idiot but he's MY idiot #also the fact that when they beam him aboard miles is like uhhhhhhh. a weapon is going off ill disable it #and then when data materializes riker is like 'hey buddy..... you good??' #and data goes straight to 'please arrest kivas fajo for every crime ever which I will list right now' #visits him in jail to gloat/ensure he's contained/get back at him by telling him all his stuff is being confiscated + returned #but he CaNt FeEl EmOtiOn #singlehandedly killing the emotion chip plotline. data had emotion all along he's just DUMB #anyway. if anybody asks I'm sooooooo normal about this episode