Contest: ENTER TNG Caption This! #453: Ambush!

[LeadHead]

Hello and welcome to the new Caption Contest!

First up to the plate, we have the "Family History" Award, going to Inflatabledalek for:

Lore: Oh, wait... before you kill me I should really mention we have another brother called B....AAAARRRGGGHHHHH!

Data: What was that? Oh well, probably nothing important. I think I'll mess with the Captain by going "I'm fine" when he asks how I am...



Next, we have the "Criticism" Award, going to Hux for:

Decorator: So I've finished decorating the bridge.

Data: Fucking beige?!!



The "Not Again" Award, goes to Smellincoffee for:

Worf, midflight: *sigh*


Next, we have the "Above and Beyond" Award, going to Honorable Ensign for:

Will Riker, photobomber extraordinaire.


Next, we have the "Legal Battles of the 24th Century" Award, going to Nerys Myk for:

TASHA:...and that's when I decided to sue Acme Rocket Boots, Inc.


Our Photoshop Award goes to jep for 2 entries!

Not only was Worf out, but for the second year in a row his poor base running skills resulted in the security departments loss in the ships inter-department baseball tournament.

And...

Tasha's night job.... because the shirts may not be red anymore, but the pay still stinks.

The Award goes to The Laughing Vulcan for:

Security Officer's Log: Got my ass pwned by a Borg drone today. Just have to get whooped by a Kazon and a Talaxian, and I'll have completed my Delta Quadrant bonus card.

Our KBL goes to Leviathan for:

A rarely seen image of the moment right after Denise Crosby's contract negotiations.


Many thanks to everyone who participated and congrats to our winners! Also thank you to everyone for being patient with my late start on the last contest. There will be some weeks coming up that may start late, busy times ahead. As anyone who's a fan of the Movies I-X contest and the TOS contest knows I'm behind on those and just attempting to keep things moving.

Anyhoo, New contest begins! Phasers on stun!

Enjoy!

 

[LeadHead]

Worf: That's it, I'll never work in the Bajoran sector again!

Lwaxana: Deanna, that's how you catch a man.

The only way to subdue Locutus was to inject Earl Grey Team into his implants.

Worf: Quick! Blast them before we have to make peace with them!

Worf: You're under arrest by order of the Federation Fashion Police.

 

[Nerys Myk]

DATA: I think by switching these wires I can disable him.
WORF: Less thinking and more switching!!!!

 

[Nerys Myk]

DATA: Wait, did he just say, "Stop! Hammer time!"?

 

[Triskelion]

Mah! Beat me to it.

Riker: Data?
Data: Cant touch that, sir.

 

[Nerys Myk]

You're like totally harshing my buzz man.

 

[Nerys Myk]

WORF: Judas Priest called, they want their wardrobe back.

 

[HMS Ark Royal]

"Captain, I sense people with weapons close by"

"Thank you, Troi"

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The Enterprise's school plays a game of Hook-A-Riker

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"Now was it the blue wire or the red to disarm...?"

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"Commander... Finn appears to have Poe's jacket - wait, wrong franchise"

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"Mr Worf, that is not how to do a proctology exam"

 

[JCDaly]

Picard: Mush Number 1! This is what you get for tricking me into buying that horga'hn!

 

[Catarina]

Catarina: So much for plans for the hammer time jokes.

Dude: Put down the phasers. we're just playing a friendly game of charades, man.

 

[Gepard]

"Stop! Phaser time!"

"We have to get him back to contract negotiations – STAT!"

 

[Nerys Myk]

RIKER: This rave sucks.

 

[jep]

"It really *is* ribbed, for my pleasure."

"Actually they're ridges, but whatever works for you, cutie."


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[The Laughing Vulcan]

Thanks for the Log Entry Award!

Lead Bajoran: "You lot seem remarkably unconcerned at being held at phaserpoint by five terrorists with nothing to lose..."
Picard: "You're all male. We know the species. When it comes to Bajorans, only the women kick ass."

Worf os: "Quick! Before he tries to play Nightbird again!"

Data: "Hmm, instead of a numerical designation, the Borg named him Locutus, as in mouthpiece, speaker for the Borg Collective. It would be interesting to see what name I would be given if I were assimilated."
Worf: "Blattero of Borg! Now hurry up and pull his circuits."

McHammer: "Hey guys, can you do me a favour, pop by my quarters, and fetch my brown trousers."
Worf muttering: "I thought I smelled fear."

Worf: "Who's your tailor? I love what he's done with your jacket. It's so warrior chic!"

 

[Triskelion]

Data: Thank you Wesley Crusher.
Picard: I get this all the time. IT'S NOT A NEUTRINO BEACON!!!

Brull: So who is this "Chakotay" and why does Sovereign Marouk keep telling me to "Set course for her Coffee Nebula"?

 

[tharpdevenport]

Worf: "NO! The fans have spoken, Okona. There will be no sequel for you! That episode was without honor!"

 

[Leviathan]

Thanks for the KBLA!

Picard: Captain's Log, stardate 43421.9. An unusual log entry today. Worf actually got the drop on someone and did not get his ass kicked. I've made a recommendation that he be awarded the Starfleet 'Medal of Adequacy'.

 

[shivkala]

Data: "Mexican Stand-off," sir? I do not get the reference.

Dr. Crusher: Medical Officer's Log-It's time, once again, to give Riker his STD shots. Last month he awoke when I tried to do it while he was sleeping, so this month, I'm ready for him.

Worf: I'm just saying, I mean, I'm sure we can get along without the Captain. Just a thought.

Dude: Damn it, who moved my chair?!

Okona: I'd be worried, except I know you're a crap shot, Worf!

 

[Leviathan]

Announcer: Next time on Star Trek: The Next Generation! The crew of the Enterprise call IT ffor help but...it's been outsourced to...the BORG. Who will survive?!?!?

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

Brull: TRUMP? Are you serious?