There's a special Kirk figure with blood on his face? No wonder you go broke when you go shopping.
There are two, one is called battle ravaged (with the blood) and one is called battle scarred. That one comes with the Gorn figure in a two-pack and has like dirt on his face and fists.
https://www.worthpoint.com/worthopedia/star-trek-battle-scarred-kirk-gorn-1810876260
It means you have no equal - there is no action-figure storytelling known that is on a par with yours.
Thanks for explaining! I knew the word peer, just not in this context.
I'm far from being the only one doing pictures with figures though. I follow lots on Instagram. Many guys like to do battle scenes, but I prefer humorous ones. If I see a Stormtrooper with an ice cream cone, that's my kind of guy!
Nice Monument Valley backdrop for your last vignette - I've been there, and it's just beautiful.
I'm collecting all sorts of calendar photos for this. I've never been there but would love to visit!
Last weekend I was busy with making a wedding cake out of tube lids!
It's for Janeway and Chakotay, so I won't post the whole picture story in here, but if you'd like to see it, here it is:
https://www.trekbbs.com/threads/the...scussion-thread.170698/page-508#post-14187211
And this is what I did when I came to the Enterprise episode "Judgment". Here I took the pictures first and then wrote the text around it. The fur Jon is wearing is from my childhood days, I once did a cat mobile and had fur leftovers. I always kept them in case one day I can use them and while watching the episode, remembered them!
His first day as a prisoner of the Klingons had come to an end. Finally some rest.
Jon let himself fall down on the nearest surface. He looked in disgust at the bowl in his hands.
Why was it that they always served an unidentifiable white mush in prisons? And he had been imprisoned a few times already since he started on this trip. It was the same everywhere.
Yet he also knew that to survive he had to eat everything that was thrown at him. There was no spoon so he slowly reached into the mush with his fingers and put some into his mouth. It didn’t taste bad, in fact it was tasteless. Could be worse.
He took his time to make it last. By the time he was finished the already lukewarm dish had gone cold. He shivered.
Working all day long in the mine had at least provided him with some warmth from the exercise. But now, sitting here, his face and hands felt frozen. He didn’t even have gloves or a hat for protection.
He wondered if he was supposed to sleep here as well. That might be an uncomfortable night.
One of the guards approached. Jon looked up to him from his sitting position.
“I thought I was supposed to mine here for the rest of my life. I don’t think freezing to death on the first day is going to look good at the daily quota, isn’t it?”
He was exhausted, he was freezing, he was still hungry, and for once he didn’t care about diplomacy. How much worse could it get?
For a Klingon, the guard stayed surprisingly calm. He just growled then left. When he returned, he threw a bunch of fur on the ground next to Jon.
Surprised by this unexpected act of kindness, Jon picked one up. They felt soft and warm. He cuddled into it.
“Thanks,” he said softly. “Why are you helping me?”
“The Klingons you saved from the gas giant. One of them was my brother.”
He needn’t said more. Jon understood. Honor was a big thing with Klingons, that much had he learned already. It surely couldn’t hurt to have a protector here.
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Three days. For three days was Jon now here in this dilithium mine.
A part of him still held out hope for a rescue, but another part hoped that T’Pol had steered the ship far away from this place. He would not want anyone of his people fall into the hands of the Klingons in a failed attempt to free him. He would not be able to bear it.
He was trying to mine even more than his daily quota, so Kolos had not to do his full load. But it was exhausting. Swinging the pickax again and again had made his arms sore and heavy. His back also protested the unusual hard labor.
Pushing another heavy cart full of dilithium, he slipped and fell to the ground. For a while he just lay there, trying to get his breath back.
He wasn’t getting up quick enough for one of the guard’s liking. Suddenly a Klingon was there, prodding him with his pain stick.
“Arrrgggghhh!!!”
Acting on instinct, Jon swung his legs into the air and threw the guard backwards.
Then both jumped up.
In hindsight, it might have not been his best idea to start a fight with this guy, but Jon had enough of being pushed around. Time to fight back. He managed to land a few blows to the guy’s chin but then the other man gained the upper hand.
Jon was thrown to the ground, and a hand was closing around his neck.
Dark spots started to dance at the edge of his vision. It became difficult to breathe.
Suddenly his protector was there, pulling the other guy off. “You’re killing him! Let him go!”
Jon found that he was able to breathe again. He gulped in huge amounts of air, then scrambled backwards and raised himself to a half-sitting position.
He had just gone back to work when new prisoners arrived.
One of them was Malcolm. With a way out of here.
Jon’s heart was swelling so much that he was afraid it would burst. He hadn’t been forgotten. He hadn’t been left behind.
He couldn’t wait to leave this place as quickly as possible.
To his surprise, Kolos did not want to come along. He rather wanted to serve his time and then go back and make a difference. Jon had to accept that. Nothing he said would change his mind.
He took Kolos to the side and pointed out the friendly guard.
“Tell him you’re a friend of mine. He will protect you. He owes me one.”
Kolos nodded.
They hugged good-bye and Jon turned around. Without a look back he left this inhospitable place.
The End
Nice work on the flowers.
Of course, you get them all because your stories demand meticulous detail!
