Contest: ENTER DS9 CapCon 144: A New Hope

Welcome to 2017! Hopefully it won't be as deadly...or mean. To kick off the new year with a 'hopeful' not and to honor the recently deceased Carrie Fisher, I've chosen this week's shots to evoke a scene from either Star Wars (A New Hope), The Empire Strikes Back, or Return of the Jedi. But first, last win's weekers!

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Happy Xmas (War is Over)'s Batman Gambit

GOLDIE: Ha! And they said starting an intergalactic war just to use genetic testing to track down the 23rd Century's greatest war criminal would never work!!!
CARTWRIGHT: Wow and people called me extreme.

Wintermute's's Kronos Carolers:

Klingon 1: Q'Plaaaaaaaa...
Klingon 2: Q'Plaaaaaaaa...
Klingon 3: Q'Plaaaaaaaa...
Klingons: Q'PLA!
Bajoran: Oh that's adorable.

JirinPanthosa's "Same Shirt, Different Shift"

REDSHIRT: Wait, this seems familiar. I suddenly feel like I am going to die on this away mission.
GOLD SHIRT IN FRONT: I thought they weren't supposed to remember previous loops.
BERNARD: Cease all motor functions. Bring the redshirt to maintenance.

Leviathan's Rule of Drama:

Bashir: Don't we have transporters for prisoner transfers?
Security: Pointing out plot holes will only add to your sentence...

Leviathan's Star Wars Holiday Special Award:

Security: Yup, traces of 'Star Wars' in the blood stream.
Joseph Sisko: It was just a voiceover on the radio series...nobody would remember. You can't execute me for that?
Security: You are part of the 'Star Wars' and a traitor! Take him away!

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And finally, with a little too much of the holiday spirits, Bad Thoughts!


Joseph, mumbling under breath: Blood tests!? When my son gets home, I'm going to shove that "easy to be a saint in paradise" speech so far up his ...
Goldshirt: You check out, you're not a changeling.
Joseph: Of course, I'm ...
Golshirt: But your BAC is .16%. Your son says you must stay home.
Joseph: It's Mardi Gras! Damn it, Ben!

And now, this week's entries! May the Force be with you.

 

Damar: Aren't you a little short for a Breen trooper?


Sisko: Dammit, O'Brien, I try to turn off the targeting computer to use the Force and it turns itself back on.
O'Brien: Starfleet engineering, sir. It's Jedi-proof.


Dukat: The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the aroma of properly-aged Kanar!
Alt-Universe Galatic Empire Ambassador: That may be true, but the Emperor would never permit me to trade the Death Star plans for alcohol.

 

Kira: Kamehameha!



Princess Kira: Someone who loves you.


Captain of the Ambassador Class: Why the hell don't we all have Defiants!?!

 

Thanks for the Emissary's Choice, Smellin' Coffee! And might I say, this contest's photos are very well chosen.



Ziyal: Dukat is here. He's come for me. He is my father. The pagh is strong in my family, even my sister.
Kira: Oh, don't give me that bullshit that we're related just because Dukat took my mother under duress!

 

Opaka: Emissary, I believe it was YOU who stole the cookie from the cookie jar.

 

KIRA: Do what you like, but I'm not putting on a metal bikini!

 

Dukat: "Gentlemen, I think we at least can all agree Han shot first. No human can move his head like that in the special edition. For goodness sake, you loop it and it looks like he's dancing."

 

DUKAT: You know what happens on Cardassia to people who text during meetings?
BAJORAN: Can't be worse than the Occupation.

 

Sisko: Mr. Nog, ready on phaser and quantum torpedoes. Major, tell the Enterprise to cover us. Dax, let's PUNCH THROUGH!
Kira: Captain, the Enterprise never showed up. Picard opted for a diplomatic mission.
Sisko groans.
Bashir: At least he didn't go Locutus on us.

 

Dukat: Sisko?

Extra: No

Dukat: Damn. You Humans all look alike.

 

CARDASSIAN: A clinched fist and a grimace aren't exactly a winning negotiation strategy, Dukat.
DUKAT: I've had plenty of success with it. Care for an example?
CARDASSIAN: I'm good

 

OPAKA: I love you.
SISKO: I know

 

Opaka: Never would I train someone with anger management issues and who is beholden to family to be a Jedi. But you'll do nicely as the Emissary to the Prophets.

 

OPACA: I've seen all of this. I knew that I wouldn't leave this planet. Not until the Emissary went back to Starfleet scientists and discovered a way to end this dependency so they could come and get me, you won't forget right?



DUKAT: No, NO! The original three movies and the novels are the true canon, and anyone who said otherwise is NOT A TRUE FAN.



KIRA: My...Schwartz...is...BIGGER!



ZIYAL: Aren't you a little hairless for a Breen?



A scene from my Star Trek/Star Wars/Mass Effect crossover fanfic where Sisko and Darth Vader team up to stop the Reapers. It's a WORK IN PROGRESS DAMN IT!

 

OPAKA: I'ma lookin' for the man that shot my pah.


(Option 1) DUKAT: Nope, sorry - the marble is still in my *other* hand. Pay up.
(Option 2) DUKAT: How's about a knuckle sandwich, bub?


Everybody's favorite part of New Year's aboard DS9 is Kira's portable holographic fireworks display.


KIRA: It's pretty good armor, even if it IS used. Took me a while to get the smell of Wookie off of it, though.

Nebula to the left of them, Nebula to the right, into the field of kitbashes flew the brave crew of the Defiant.

 

Because it isn't old yet...




Kira: "According to my scans, the dress is green."

 

Not old in Vulcan time!

 

Clean up on Aisle Three.

 

O'Brien: I hate flying on the interquadrant!

 

O'Brien: "Wait a second -- if a Galaxy-class starship has a torpedo complement of 250 and is that big, then how come we're so small and can fire four torpedoes at the same time, in multiple rapid-fire bursts and at multiple vessels without burning threw all them? It doesn't make any sense."

Sisko: "Eyes on the prize, chief."