Hello, Welcome! We recently completed the Future Imperfect thread in the TNG forum! For any unfamiliar with our "game," you are asked to post only a single line (defined as one character speaking without interruption by another character) per message. You can post as often as you like, but someone else must post a line in between your posts. Our "rule" is that if the episode has a "To Be Continued..." on the end, it is done in a single thread, but if it's just an arc of related episodes (like the Dominion Occupation Arc on DS9 or the Xindi Arc on ENT), each episode is a separate thread. Get ready for a story, here we go!
[Klingon ship] T'KUVMA: They are coming. Atom by atom they will coil around us and take all that we are. There is only one way to confront this threat. By reuniting the twenty four warring houses of our empire. We have forgotten the unforgettable, the last to unify our tribes, Kahless. Together under one creed, remain Klingon. That is why we light our beacon this day. To assemble our people. To lock arms against those fatal greeting is...We come in peace.
[Meanwhile in a desert] Two people walk across a sea of sand. Burnham: We come in peace. That's why we're here. Isn't that the whole idea of Starfleet?
GEORGIOU: I trust you with my life, Commander Burnham, but it doesn't change the fact that you're lost. Very lost.
BURNHAM: I estimate 1 hour, 17 minutes, 22 seconds. Which is why I've made sure we're not lost. The map says the well is this way, Captain. This drought's going to last 89 years. The Crepusculans are facing extinction as a species. See those egg sacs? Those are their offspring.
Burnham: Right, and if we don't do something now, they won't live another thousand hours. The ambient radiation from a nearby drilling accident dried out their water table. If we can get in and out without making contact, we can steer clear of General Order One. And there is the well.
GEORGIOU: Oh, never had a doubt. (powers up phaser rifle) Tell me what I need to break through this bedrock.
BURNHAM: The storm is moving faster than I thought. The ship won't be able to pick up our signatures. Unless we can contact Lieutenant Saru, we could be trapped here until it's over.
GEORGIOU: Let's take a walk. (The locals come out as the women leave.) Follow my footsteps, Michael, even lines.