Flipper would be a bit of an obscure reference in the 25th Century... Although Malloriah Uhr referred to him as "Dr. Fishy..." Most people when making fun of him comment on his hair - Chekov calls him "Blondie," someone else refers to him as "Goldilocks." Napoleon's mother was French Tunisian. She named him Napoleon because she knew he would need to be tough - and he is definitely a fighter. Boles is the family name from the Bolean side. He tells his backstory to Dr. Tali Shae in 9.7: “Oh no. Worse. I’m not even supposed to exist. My mother nearly died in childbirth.” “I was curious about that. Bolian physiology is so different from – well – everyone else. Extremely acidic. I don’t even understand how it was possible for your mother to survive being impregnated.” “She very nearly didn’t.” Boles took a deep breath. “None of my father’s other human victims did. He had himself surgically altered to be more compatible with humans, but he was still poison to them. My mother was crippled by it. I ended up taking care of her. By the time I was seven, she was paralyzed. She didn’t live much longer. I have two half denobulan half-sisters as well. Their mother fared better – she eventually recovered from the rape. Two of her husbands hunted my father down and killed him. I was with him at the time – I was ten. I’m lucky they didn’t kill me. One of them wanted to. They argued about it for hours.” Thanks!! rbs
The harsh realities of psychology vs. biology would exist in every world. Mix those worlds and they would likely clash even harder, at times. Excellent description of the psychology of discipline between Pep and Dolphin. Very Next Wave stuff from my old Social Studies classes in junior high. -Will
Thanks for the kind words! One of the many recommendations Steven King gives is "pay attention to smell." It is our most powerful emotional sense and the first sense we notice on entering a new environment, but all too often ignored by writers. From time to time that advice floats back to the top in my mind... Thanks!! rbs
Star Trek Hunter Episode 20: Survival Scene 8: The Ghost This scene was presented at the beginning of this story in Episode 1: Flash Forward, which tells this scene from Justice Irons' point of view. 20.8 The Ghost “It looks like a subspace distortion – a powerful one!” Lt. Gaia Gamor was already shutting down the warp drive as Commander Kenneth Dolphin gave the order: “Bring us out of warp!” “The reading is about 30 light minutes ahead of us and closing fast – should we go to quiet mode?” asked 2nd. Lt. Tolon Reeves, currently at the tactical station. “Shields up, power weapons, intercepting fire, now!” commanded Dolphin. “Dr. Moon, transfer additional atmosphere and plasma to the tactical unit. Lieutenant Commander Tauk to the bridge!” Tolon had the shields and phasers up, but wasn’t certain what he was supposed to be shooting at until two romulan warbirds decloaked just as they were coming out of warp. One of them almost immediately sent out a spray of torpedoes toward the U.S.S. Hunter. Tolon’s hands were suddenly busy warding off a half dozen torpedoes. At least one torpedo got close enough to briefly overcome the Hunter’s inertial dampeners and rock the ship. Lt. Gamor sang out as a reading flashed on the navigation station next to her. “The third beacon signal just came through! We have a fix…” One of the romulan warbirds turned immediately and went to warp at the same moment that Lt. Cmdr. Tauk arrived on the bridge, cane in hand. “And they read it too,” Gamor continued. “They’re headed straight for it.” “Staff tactical!” Dolphin ordered. Just as Lt. Cmdr. Tauk disappeared into the hatch for the tactical unit, Justice Minerva Irons came out of her office: “Commander Dolphin…” “Yes your honor?” “I want her back. Alive if possible, but I want her back.” “Aye, Captain,” Dolphin said, then followed Tauk into the hatch and up into the tactical unit. The little ferengi, now seated at the navigation/tactical station, was giving himself an injection in the neck with a hypospray unit. For the first time in months, his eyes opened all the way and he took a deep, shuddering breath. “Are you okay, Tauk?” “Hurts like fire!” Tauk replied. “But I feel like I could wrestle an armored grummerhog to the ground and tear it apart with my bare hands!” He was visibly shaking. “Napoleon says I have about 6-10 hours of this, then I’m going to crash, hard. I don’t want to think about how that’s going to feel. Am I talking too much?” he asked as Dolphin, now in the pilot’s seat, hit the launch button at the very moment Justice Irons’ order came through: “Launch tactical. Simulate breach! Quick Quiet! Unnngghhh!!” Tauk and Dolphin both held on as the tactical unit lurched hard on launch, ejecting the additional atmosphere and plasma to make it appear the Hunter had been destroyed by a near torpedo explosion. The deception almost worked too well.. The plasma between the tactical unit and the Hunter’s platform ignited, driving the two units apart and causing the tactical unit to tumble. With only minimal inertial dampeners online, Tauk and Dolphin found themselves made nauseous by the G-forces. But there was no time to indulge in that feeling. “They’ve gone to warp,” said Tauk. “Without even coming over here to check their handiwork? That’s too sloppy for a romulan…” said Dolphin. “Are we going after them or not?” “Hang on to your walking stick…” In two swift moves Dolphin righted the tactical unit, then went to warp, tearing after the two giant romulan warbirds. - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - “Supreme Commander, the Pistris has…” Admiral Ekot had started speaking into the comm system, but within three words, Sela left her office and stepped onto the Bestia’s spacious bridge. Ekot walked toward her. “The Pistris and the Simiae have engaged the ghost.” “Admiral, Supreme Commander…” Commander Hundeeth was in the command chair. “We just received the third beacon. And the Simiae has broken off to head for the beacon source.” “Put us on course for the ghost, Commander,” Sela said. She ran her hand through her short, thick blonde hair, then made a fist. “Got them!” Admiral Ekot raised his eyebrows. “Oh, let me have a moment…” Sela said, then immediately her face hardened. “No, you’re right, no weakness. It’s just so tempting to give in to my human nature for a moment.” Hundeeth spoke up. “The Pistris reports the ghost is destroyed and they are on course for the beacon source.” Sela stormed to the command chair. “How long until we reach the contact point?” “Three minutes, Supreme Commander,” Commander Hundeeth replied. “Keep us cloaked when we come out of warp,” said Sela. “Then I want a thorough search pattern.” She turned to another officer. “Get me the Pistris telemetry from that fight now,” Sela turned toward the admiral of the first fleet. “Admiral Ekot, who is commanding the Pistris?” “Commander Sillila,” Ekot responded. “And her second?” “Sub-Commander Thutuk.” “The Pistris is now Commander Thutuk’s command and Centurion Sillila goes to engineering…” Commander Hundeeth interrupted. “You will want to see this… We are in sensor range and we're picking up a ship there…” Sela whirled and looked at the image of the U.S.S. Hunter (sans its tactical unit) on the screen. “I was right! It is a swaeshaeul!” “Prowler class,” said Ekot. “Registry reads N.D.C. 1201, U.S.S. Hunter,” said Centurion Cireeka. “Not N.C.C.?” asked Sela. “N.C.C. designates ships constructed for Star Fleet under a contract with the United States Navy and Curtis Industries out of San Francisco, California on Earth,” said Commander Hundeeth. “The Prowler class are constructed under the same contract by the Daystrom Institute at New Eden, Mars. N.C.C. stands for Navy-Curtis Craft. N.D.C. is Navy-Daystrom Craft.” Sela raised her eyebrows. “You are a walking university, Hundeeth. I’m willing to bet there are a lot of Star Fleet officers who wouldn’t know that. That swaeshaeul should easily fit in our large hangar. Remain cloaked. Tie in the dampening generator to the tractor beam, kill that ship and put it in our large hangar. As soon as it is there, physically strap it down.” Sela turned toward Admiral Ekot. “Belay that order about Commander Sillila. She didn’t just leave without confirming a kill – she left a fully functional Star Fleet vessel unmolested in romulan space! I want her publicly stripped, striped and sent to the farms. From now on, she is Field Hand Sillila. She flew off, thinking she had destroyed this ship and left it right here, safe and sound. They must have blown out some of their own atmosphere and plasma to simulate a breach. Notify me when the Hunter is secured. I will be in my office reviewing the telemetry from Pistris.” - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - Your honor… Justice Minerva Irons was reclining on the chase in the medical office. She had suffered a cracked rib from being thrown against her seat restraint during the fire fight. The voice in her head came from Chief Tactical Specialist Rumi Grace – which meant it was urgent. We are not alone. There are almost a million minds out there. A cloaked ship. It has to be a battlegod. Tell Gaia to take us to…. At the very moment Irons was thinking the word “warp” all the lights and control panels shut off. Irons found she suddenly had navigator Eli Strahl’s voice in her mind. Minerva – the bridge has lost all power. I reached out to Dr. Moon. She told me all power systems have failed. Rumi, Irons thought, broadcast to all hands – prepare to be boarded. Tell Anana to hide. Irons pictured Navigator Eli Strahl in her mind. Eli, I need you to wake up the borg in my office and give him the following detailed instructions… 20.8 (of 14) Author's Note: Episode 1: Flash Forward was the first scene I wrote for this series. I had no idea how I would get back to this scene, nor how I would present it, but I knew the story was heading to this point. And I knew it was Lt. Cmdr. Mlady that Dolphin and Tauk were off to rescue. I did have to change one detail in Episode 1 retrospectively - I had originally written Tolon Reeves into that scene as an Ensign, not projecting that he would be promoted to 2nd Lt. by this point in the story.
Surprised me. I was expecting them to get caught by the Romulans, then I was expecting them to get away, going to warp just as the Romulans were reaching for the button. Any moment, they were going to head out and Sela would get a first hand look at a ship going into recursive warp. She would have to hurtle after them, knowing she couldn't catch them. How fast is a battle good? It must require vast amounts of energy to change course or speed. -Will
Always glad to keep up the surprises... Top speed of the new romulan battlegod is unknown, but the Hunter's crew does observe one moving at Warp 9.97 - they don't know if it's chasing them or just out for a leisurely cruise... It takes a singularity 100 times the density of the micro-singularity needed to power a romulan warbird. And they are monstrously huge - nearly half the size of a borg cube. Thanks!! rbs
Star Trek Hunter Episode 20: Survival Scene 9: Roat Farm 1-A-179,792 20.9 Roat Farm 1-A-179,792 Justice Minerva Irons woke up in a hammock suspended between two trees. She tried to sit up, groaned in pain, then managed to swing her legs around and dangle them off the edge of the hammock, her feet barely touching the bluish green grass. This position allowed her to recline slightly in the hammock, taking the pressure off her cracked rib. All around her, her crew were reclining on the ground. She could tell that they were breathing. Sleeping. A number of them were snoring. In addition to this somnolent symphony, unfamiliar insects were making various unfamiliar creaking noises that somehow sounded nightly. Light was slowly growing on what was evidently a meadow in the midst of vast farmland bounded by forest on all sides, beyond which snow-capped mountains could be seen in the distance. Unfamiliar birds made unfamiliar morning birdsong – yet it was somehow clearly the pre-dawn singing and rustling of small flying animals. Large animals in the near distance, or perhaps housed in a nearby barn, made vaguely bovine morning noises. But the Hunter’s crew were not responding to this bucolic sunup serenade – they were sleeping a gorgeous sunrise away. Only two other people were up: Dr. Tali Shae was talking to a blonde woman wearing a shimmering, dark green gown. The blonde woman noticed that Irons was awake and walked toward her. Irons had noticed her telepathic awareness had grown dramatically since her stroke; the power and confidence of this woman hit her like a wave of warm air. Even before she recognized the face, it was clear that this was the infamous half-romulan / half-human known as Sela – the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Romulan Star Navy and unquestioned ruler of the Romulan Star Empire. Irons did not need to look around – there were no other romulans present. Only Sela, alone and apparently unarmed, and completely relaxed among a field of enemies who were just now beginning to awaken. “Supreme Commander,” Irons said. “Forgive me for not rising to greet you, but I am injured and I am very, very old.” “I must say I am impressed, your honor,” Sela started. “No, please, remain seated… You took that baby shoe of a ship into battle against two romulan warbirds, convinced them to flee the field of battle, and your ship is nearly unscathed and you suffered the only injury of your entire crew. They are fine, by the way, just sedated. We thought it best if their captain were to wake first.” “We?” asked Irons. Tali Shae stepped a little closer. “Dr. Jazz and I developed the narcotics. It was either that or leave the crew to the tender mercy of romulan pharmaceuticals.” “I will wait until your crew is awake,” said Sela. “Please marshal them and I will address them and explain your futures to you. Your ship, of course, is now mine.” “I do have one request regarding the U.S.S. Hunter,” Irons said. Sela gazed at the judge, clearly in no mood to compromise. “When you attempt to restart the warp core, please be sure the Hunter is at least 200 light years away from us. It is a tricky engine and very unfortunate things happen when it is mishandled. The last time that happened, the engine imploded, killing not only all of my crew, but everyone within a radius of 110 light years. Eight times.” “What are you talking about?” asked Sela, clearly confused. “We ended up in a paradox loop and were killed by implosion eight times before our previous director of engineering found a way out of the paradox,” Irons replied. “Imploding into oblivion is quite unpleasant. I recommend avoiding it, if you can.” “I can tell when people are lying,” said Sela, looking at Irons suspiciously. “And you are not lying. But I will worry about that later. Your crew is awakening. I will return in a few minutes.” With that, Sela walked off toward the barns. “Tali,” said Irons. “You are once again my first officer. Gather the medical department there…” she pointed to an area to her left, next to one of the trees her hammock was tied to. “But get me Lieutenant Boles first.” Getting Boles involved a little bit of shoving as he seemed the groggiest of the crew. But once he was sufficiently conscious to understand the captain wanted him, he leapt to his feet, smoothed his uniform and tried not to run to report to Justice Irons. “Lieutenant, for now you are my second officer. Marshal your departments in this area…” Irons vaguely gestured toward the area in front of her and to her right. The medical department was already assembling to her left. “Officers in front, crew lined up behind their supervisors.” “Aye, Captain,” Boles responded and turned to find Lt. Moon, Lt. Gamor and Lt. T’Lon had been standing behind him. He looked down briefly, then back up. “All three of you are Star Fleet Academy graduates?” “We are, sir,” Lt. Moon responded. Boles pointed to his left. “Engineering…” he swept his hand center, then to his right. “Flight Operations, Ground Operations. Parade formation.” Lt. Moon and Lt. Gamor turned immediately to summon their people. Boles looked at the ground and muttered to himself, “Second officer? What do I do now?” He was surprised when Lt. T’Lon put her hand on his chest. “You behave like the Star Fleet Academy graduate that you are and act as if you know what you are doing – even when you don’t.” “Don’t you need to summon your people?” Boles asked, only to see the ground operations department already assembling. “My department has several telepaths,” T’Lon answered. Lt. Boles made an amused noise, then asked quietly, “Why did Justice Irons choose me for this?” “She didn’t,” T’Lon replied. “Kenny did.” She patted his chest, then stepped back to stand in front of her department just as the other departments were assembling. Justice Minerva Irons addressed her crew: “You are about to be addressed by the Supreme Commander of not only the Romulan Star Navy, but the Romulan Star Empire. I expect you to behave as you would for any head of state - with the greatest of respect. Those of you who are telepathic, I do not want any attempt for you to read her mind or try to communicate with her. Discipline your minds to silence and remember every detail about what you are about to experience.” Sela was walking up as Justice Irons completed her remarks. She cut an extremely elegant figure in the emerald green gown. A simple black belt gathered the garment around her waist, but she wore no other adornment and she was barefoot – clearly enjoying the feeling of the grass beneath her feet. “Welcome to Roat Farm 1-A-179,792. That is a deeply hidden bureaucratic code for an experiment. We have created very few of these environments against the need to keep people like you in ways that do not violate the Khitomer accords. Only now does the wisdom of such preparation appeal to me. This is your new home and you will live here and work these fields the rest of your lives. The only possibility of your return to the Federation is if there is a prisoner exchange. And we would never take such a risk. “But you can have good lives here - very much unlike any of our other guests. You will live the way romulan farmers lived four thousand years ago. No electricity. But you will have running water. You will easily harvest enough roats and brukkas and milk and eggs to meet your quota and have plenty left to feed yourselves and increase your harvest for the next year. “There is a library in the main farmhouse that will teach you the romulan language, romulan history and then, most importantly for your purposes, romulan farming and animal husbandry. You have six anaixes in that barn. Unless you learn how to yoke them and harness them to the plough, you will starve before the year is out. But I understand you are an exceptionally smart and capable crew, so I am certain you will learn everything you need to know. “Consider yourselves fortunate - this is a part of Romulus that you are standing on. This soil - the life in it. The life you will bring forth from it - all from Romulus. Treat it with reverence. You will not see my people very often - the occasional inspection and consultation. And when it is time to collect our share of your harvest. But remember - we will see and hear everything you do…” Sela walked into the ranks, looked up at Chief Tactical Specialist Rumi Grace, reached up and tapped her on the forehead: “And everything you think…” Sela walked back to the front of the ranks and placed her hand on Lt. Gamor’s shoulder, looked around at the rest of the Hunter’s crew. “And please do not do the human thing - I know there is only one pure human among you, but so many of you, like me, have human ancestry… This is the most important thing I have to tell you… Don’t… Do Not fail to appreciate the wonders that await you. Don’t screw this up.” Sela walked back to the hammock. Justice Minerva Irons slowly and painfully got to her feet.. “I know you may not expect this,” Irons said, “but on behalf of my crew, thank you, Supreme Commander. Whatever duty may require of us, please understand we are and will always be grateful for and deeply appreciative of this place.” “Your words were very carefully phrased, your honor. I will consider them accordingly. Take care of your people,” Sela said, then, with flashing lights and a familiar whining sound, she was beamed away. 20.9 (of 14)
A unique prison, to be sure. The Bridge Over the River Kwai came to mind, when Minerva gave her directions to her crew; an awesome story. Clearly you have created a trap for your reader, because I'm stuck waiting for the rest of the story. -Will
Star Trek Hunter Episode 20: Survival Scene 10: Taking Stock 20.10 Taking Stock Moments after Sela had left, the crew of the U.S.S. Hunter was still assembled. Justice Minerva Irons was taking stock of the situation. “We are prisoners and the first obligation of a prisoner is to escape. That understood, we cannot make light of Sela’s warning. We must treat this place with reverence and leave it better than we found it. To that end, we will live the lifestyle of pre-industrial romulan farmers.” Irons raised her hand. “How many of us can read romulan script and understand the written romulan language?” She was pleasantly surprised that in addition to the majority of her officers, the entire flight operations department and most of the engineers raised their hands. “You as well, K’rok?” Irons asked, surprised that her half-klingon transporter engineer had raised his hand. “Romulan poetry is underrated,” K’rok replied. “Pep got me interested in it.” Irons smiled. “For the rest of you, I will be your teacher. The least we can do in return for our treatment here is acquire an appreciation for romulan history and culture. Such understanding is very likely to be of increasing value to the Federation.” She raised her hand again. “How many of us have farming or animal husbandry experience?” In response to this question, there were a surprisingly large number – in addition to herself there were Lt. Boles, Lt. Gamor, Ensign Alstars, Ensign Chelna Zusa (the new rigellian pilot coordinator), Ensign Eykirros Jones (the new half-kitarran investigations coordinator), Investigator Buttans Ngumbo, Flight Engineer Tomos and Tactical Specialist Veri Geki. “Unfortunately, my farming experience is limited to deep sea fishing, pineapples and making pineapple cider, none of which is likely to be of great use here,” Irons said. “Dr. Boles, please pull together the other crew members with farming or ranching experience, assess their knowledge, then tour the facility with them and evaluate what needs to be done. Dr. Moon, get your department on evaluating the structures and the water systems and draw up maintenance and repair plans. Lt. T’Lon, evaluate available life support resources. Find out if there is clothing here for us. If so, please determine if it is suitable for working. If it is, I want our people to use that clothing when performing farming chores – in uniform at other times.” Justice Irons turned her attention to Tolon Reeves. “Lieutenants Tolon and Phillips. Take the rest of the tactical squad, the pilots and navigators. Find anything around here that can be used for weapons. I want three teams with a tactical squad member and a navigator on each team. This place has boundaries. Find them and report back.” Irons noticed the odd expression on Chief Flight Specialist Thyssi zh’Qaoleq’s face. “What is it, Chief zh’Qaoleq?” Thyssi stepped forward. Dr. Tali Shae had the same strange expression. Irons looked at the two andorians. “Well… out with it…” Thyssi and Tali looked at each other. “Your honor,” Thyssi said, “I’m not sure anyone else noticed, but while you were speaking, we went to warp.” “What??” Irons asked. “She’s right, Minerva,” Dr. Tali Shae responded. “We’re on a ship. A really big one…” 20.10 (of 14)
Sounds like Minerva was truly taken by surprise that they were onboard a battle god. That, I'm sure, is a rarity. -Will
Okay... I've got a little bit of editing to do... I think I mentioned pineapple trees in Episode 3 as well. Thanks for the correction!! rbs
You could pass it off as 300 years of genetic engineering, like in the movie Sleeper. A sci-fi classic. (Woody with a celery tree) -Will
Excellent Chapters RBS. The farming planet sounds like Green Acres mixed in with a little Gilligan's Island .
Star Trek Hunter Episode 20: Survival Scene 11: Passive Aggression 20.11 Passive Aggression “How is it that we cannot beam aboard a ship that has no power?” Sela, still clad in her emerald gown, but now wearing black leather deck shoes, was standing in the large hangar looking at the U.S.S. Hunter. It was the smallest manned deep space vessel Star Fleet had ever commissioned – but still far larger than a runabout. It was easily the largest object in the Bestia’s enormous primary hangar, which accomodated several different types of launches, including cargo sleds designed for moving cargo containers that were themselves several times the size of a runabout. The Hunter had an alien look to it – completely different from traditional Star Fleet designs. The ovular saucer section was perched directly over a broad rectangular foot that contained the ship’s primary nacelle. The dark, flowing exterior of the ship was somehow slick to the touch. Admiral Ekot grimaced as Sela ran her hand along part of the nacelle. There was no friction. The surface was hard, smooth and subtly curved, leaving no straight lines or hard corners. Even devoid of power and life, the ship seemed to be crouched in a menacing pose, ready to spring. “This ship has very subtle passive defense capabilities,” said Commander Hundeeth. “We are bombarding it with a dampening field, but every time we try to beam a monitor onboard, the transporter signal provides power to a countermeasure system inside the ship that scrambles and deflects the transporter beam. Every time we try to scan the interior, the scanning signal provides power to one countermeasure system or another that scrambles and deflects the scan.” Sela shook her head slowly. “Can’t we feed it a virus to take down those countermeasures?” Hundeeth shrugged. “It would be like trying to infect a hunting knife with a computer virus. So far we have encountered well over a thousand independent countermeasure systems. Each one only responds to a certain type of energy and none of them process information. They respond in direct proportion to the power we feed them. When we try multiple, simultaneous attacks, multiple systems respond – each to the unique attack it is designed to counter.” “Have you tried the door?” Sela asked. “The skin appears to be continuous. No breaks. Until we can get a sensor beam through that skin, we don’t even know where the doors are,” Hundeeth replied. “Then how were we able to beam the crew out?” “Living beings are also power sources. We were able to lock on to them by their bio-signatures. This ship’s countermeasures can prevent us from beaming anything aboard – that requires active scanning. But those systems could not prevent us from locating the crew with a passive scan and beaming them out. I suspect if the ship had power, we would not have been able to do that either.” Admiral Ekot walked up to the nacelle, touched it where Sela had. “You remain opposed to trying to cut into it?” “That would interfere with my plans,” Sela replied. “I need this ship to remain spaceworthy.” Hundeeth nodded. “Cutting into the skin would be a dangerous operation. It could damage evidence about the ship’s design. Given the remarkable number of passive defensive capabilities of this ship, cutting could also trigger a variety of hazardous countermeasures.” “I want onboard that ship, Hundeeth,” said Sela. “Every puzzle has a solution,” Hundeeth replied. “The limiting factors are time and imagination. My best team is on this.” “Satisfactory,” Sela said. “But I have other problems I need you to solve. Monitor their progress and inspire them as needed.” Sela turned and walked to one of the many transfer lifts. Admiral Ekot followed her. Commander Hundeeth waited until the lift zoomed away, then opened his mouth widely, placed the knuckle of his thumb in his mouth and let loose an ear-shattering whistle. Romulans throughout the enormous hangar stopped whatever they were doing and turned. Hundeeth made a quick gesture with three fingers, then with his thumb and several of the people who had stopped hurried toward him. - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - Behind a false bulkhead in Justice Minerva Irons’ office inside the darkened U.S.S. Hunter, a small light came on, then began to glow just a little brighter. There was a slight whine of tiny servo motors activating and the glowing ocular implant that had replaced Hugh Mann’s left eye glowed a little brighter, producing just enough light to reflect off the bulkhead and dimly illuminate the pale, rough skin of the borg’s face. The borg’s right eye opened suddenly… His head turned mechanically, sharply, first slightly to the left, then to the right… 20.11 (of 14)
Those shows aired before I was born, but I enjoyed watching them in reruns, along with a few other classics like Hogan Heroes, Happy Days, Odd Couple, etc....