Welcome back everyone -- it's time for a new caption contest, this one tipping the hat to what is, in the 24th century, the center of the universe: San Francisco, where Trek characters never fail to go.
But first, the winners in getting there:
Finally, and because I was practically asking for it:
And now, for the Summer of Love -- in space!
Good luck!
But first, the winners in getting there:

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Dukat: "How much longer?
Sisko: "Three minute to the landing pad."
Dukat: "How long to transporter range?
Sisko: "Two and half."
Dukat: "Damn Starfleet for not equip their ships with toilets."
Sisko: "Preaching to the choir Dukat."
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Nog: "Is that...?"
Jake: "...Pakled porn?"
Nog: "CHANGE THE CHANNEL!"
Jake: "I'm trying, I'm trying!"
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First Ol'senik: Founder? What are you doing?
Founder: What does it look like I'm doing?
First: But... but you are a God!
Founder: And that means I can do whatever I please whenever I please, understood?
First: Yes, Founder! My apologies.
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DAX: How fast are we going? I'm feeling a bit salamanderish.
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Riker: I'm sorry, Major, I'm just not a fan of the Defiant.
Kira: Why not? We've got Ablative Hull Armor, Quantum Torpedoes, Upgraded Phaser Cannons-
Riker: Bunk Beds.
Kira: Fair enough.
The Changeling award:
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SISKO: I told you we should have left earlier.

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Sisko: Dukat, I hear one word of that scene from The Blues Brothers and I'm airlocking your ass.
And now, for the Summer of Love -- in space!






Good luck!