Space. The final frontier. These are the enterprises of the Starship Voyager. Her 75 year mission, to figure out how to get the fuck back home, to explore strange worlds that are in no databanks anywhere because it’s in the Delta Fucking Quadrant, to seek out even more people in extensive makeup and odd clothes and weirdass villains you probably won’t remember except those sketchass giant grasshoppers. To boldly go where LITERALLY no one in Starfleet has gone before.
OI PEOPLE GOING TO CONVENTIONS BEFORE I AM
MAKE THIS A THING
I met my wife at a Star Trek convention. She was study abroad from France and spoke little English, and I didn’t know a lick of French. So, for the first few months of our relationship, we communicated by speaking Klingon.