Contest: ENTER TNG Caption This! #508: Brotherly Love

[LeadHead]

Hello and welcome to the new contest!

You've been extremely patient waiting for winners, here come a LOT of winners!

First up to the plate, we have the "Specific Regulations" Award, going to Smellincoffee for:

Louvois: An extensive review of Starfleet regulations indicates that the captain CAN lead the away mission if one of two parameters are met: one, the plot requires it; two, the ship contains a cool off-road vehicle,



Next, we have the "Daily Double" Award, going to Mr. Laser Beam for:

Data: *buzz* What is Wisconsin?



Next, we have the "Thanks for keeping it clean-ish" Award, going to Hutchy01 for:

There are around 5000 possible jokes for this image. Six of them are family-friendly.



Next, we have the "Don't mess with Guinan" Award, going to Laura Cynthia Chambers for:

Picard (muttering): "Welcome to Ten Forward, the only bar where you can get a drink and an X-ray at the same time."
Guinan: "You know, your quarters does have a replicator ensuite..."



Next, we have the "So THAT'S where the plans were!" Award, going to rcjames for:

Tasha: "Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope."



Next, we have the "Starship Cleaning" Award, going to Mojochi for:

Worf: Worf to Laforge. Have maintenance send somebody out front with a squeegee again. We hit another Calamarain




Next, we have the "Pickup lines OF THE FUTURE!" Award, going to Bry_Sinclair for:

Castillo: Hey blondie. You, me, holodeck two and a Gorn costume?



Next, we have the "Just wait, they're wearing gold. That problem will take care of itself" Award, going to ithekro for:

Picard: Clear the Bridge. All you extras are getting in my light.



Next, we have the "Sorry Chief" Award, going to shivkala for:

Transporter Chief: O'Brien? He's the head of the Starfleet Corps of Engineers! Why would he be in a menial job like this?

Yar: Well, I guess by saving the timeline, we doom him to a life of mediocrity...

Castillo: Is that a problem?

Yar: Absolutely not.




Next, we have the "First Officer Worf agrees" Award, going to rcjames for:

Riker: Im just saying, it would make more sense that the first officer got a chair of his own.

Picard: This is hardly the time, Number One.




Next, we have the "Sunday Sunday SUNDAY!" Award, going to Nerys Myk for:

ANNOUNCER: Laaaadies and Geeentlemeeeeen!!!! The man who puts potent in omnipotent! The God like alien that everyone likes. The imp who leave a good impression. Directly from the Q Continuuum....Q!!!!!!
RIKER: I gotta get a hypeman.



Next, we have the "The Problems of Today, TOMORROW!" Award, going to captain crow for:

Picard: The jackass in the oncoming lane has got their brights on!



Next, we have the "Maybe you should figure out how to make that work..." Award, going to inflatabledalek for:

Data: Q, that is the warp core ejector button you're leaning on.

Crusher: Like that thing ever works anyway.



Next, we have the "Sean Bean appreciation award" going to DrBob for:

Q: One does not simply walk into…



Next, we have the "Party ruined" Award, going to Tenacity for:

Picard: "What's all this?
Riker: "It's the celebration of Cinco De Mayo."
Picard: "Cinco de Mayo, what's that?"
Data: "A day to commemorate the victory of a small third world nation over a large imperial European power."
Picard: "Against a imperial power, I like the sound of that. Which imperial power?"
Riker: "France."

Picard: " .... I'll be in my ready room, keep the noise down."


Winners continued next post!

 

[LeadHead]

Some great Photoshops! Three winners!

First, Nerys Myk, for:

WORF: Where did that come from?
GUINAN: 2258 by way of 2387
WORF: Huh?
GUINAN: It's complicated



Next, captain crow, for:

And, 20backwards, for:

Castillo: We think you need to tone it down with the hair gel.
Yar: It's just a couple dabs.
Castillo: click click ...
Guinan: Sorry Tasha. It's more than a couple dabs.
Castillo: Have you considered mousse? Or a hat?
Guinan: You leave my hat out of this.
Yar: Why do I smell pork rinds?

Our first award goes to JirinPanthosa for:

PICARD: Captain's log. I hope this war ends soon. All this dim lighting is really straining my vision. Maybe when the war is finally over we can finally turn the lights up to a reasonable level.



Our next award goes to Smellincoffee for:

Captain's Log: Q has returned. I don't know where to begin.



Our first KBL goes to Leviathan for:

Steve Harvey: OK data....you need 5 points to win Star Trek: Family Feud.....name a famous robot from TV or movies.
Data: Me.
Steve Harvey: Show me 'Data"!

KBL #2 goes to Finn for:

Guinan: It's not often I see you here.

Picard: Believe me, after three days of trying to serve Captain Bateson tea and coffee, you'd need a drink!



The third KBL goes to Laura Cynthia Chambers for:

Riker: "Uhhhh...sir? Hate to bother you, but..."
Picard: "I told you to go before we left, Number One!"



Our fourth and final KBL goes to Mr Soak for:

Q: Hey, look, Riker. I can stand like that, too!



And now, lets get captioning!

Enjoy!

 

[LeadHead]

Data: (thinking) He made me in his own image. Accessing psychological reasons for this.

Red Alerts became so common that the Bridge crew would all finish their lattes before coming to the bridge.

Soong: And that's my ancestor, Arik. He's lost a little weight since I rescued him from a Starfleet prison.

Picard: I'll tell you to shut up where and when I want to Ensign!

Riker: We're here to rescue you, Data!

Data: You phasered my dad?!

 

[rcjames]

TFTW!

Soong: "Look what you've done! I'm melting! Melting!"

Narrator: "And this week on Grand Designs we look at fake wood paneling on mid 24th Century Starships. Retro chique or something left in the dustbin of history?"

"Did you hear the one about the android and the skeleton?"

Picard: "Shut up, Wesley!" *walks away with a sadistic grin* "That never gets old!"

Riker: "WORST. SWEATER. EVER."

 

[shivkala]

Thanks for the win!

Data: The fact that Dr. Soong made Lore and myself in your image will save money on actors should anyone choose to stage a re-enactment of this moment.

Soong: Heh. You should see my ancestor, Arik! The Soong's are a casting director's dream!

Data: Second Officer's Log--I probably should not have shown off my ability to multi-task and my computing speed, the crew suddenly realized they could all sleep in and just leave everything up to me.

Lore: If I wasn't wearing the equivolent of 20 layers of clothing, I could kill you before you even knew it. Curse me and my sartorial tendencies!

Picard: Soong's androids have a preset kill limit. I'll just have to send wave after wave of my own men until it's reached. Wesley, you'll lead the first wave.

Riker: And now we'll just peel this Dr. Soong mask off and see who's scaring all of the guests of the Museum of Really Old things away...LORE!

Lore: And, I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for you meddling Star Fleet Officers!

 

[Laura Cynthia Chambers]

Yay! Was my "Unarmed" joke too obvious?

Picard: "And this is the mission briefing room..."
Wesley: "And this is my "pretend like I'm listening" face."

When the captain decides to run the ship from the battle bridge and tells everyone but you...

Riker: "Data, what are you wearing?"
Data: "A hair shirt. Monks from some Catholic orders used to wear them as self-punishment."
Worf: "I want one."
Riker: "All right, Worf, ease off the machismo a little..."

 

[Finn]

Thanks for the KBL win

Data: Query...is Dr. Zimmerman's research at Jupiter station sufficiently far along for me to come up with...a holographic security/tactical officer for...when Worf is beaten up again?

 

[Nerys Myk]

SOONG: And this, of course, wont be the final render. '
DATA: Wait...what?

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

Data: Inquiry. "Rosebud"?

 

[Nerys Myk]

Gamma shift hard at work.

 

[Tenacity]

Ricardo Montalban: " ... the consoles are made from exotic stained woods, and the seats are covered in fine corinthian leather."

 

[JirinPanthosa]

DR SOONG: I gave you this skin tone to encourage you to become Goth. But I suppose...you had to find your own path.

DATA IN PICARD'S VOICE: Computer, lock out controls. Password: Money Is Great. They'll never guess that.

LORE: You interrupted my Lord of the Rings cosplay for THIS?!

PICARD: Blah blah blah bad thing about Wesley blah blah blah. He's standing right behind me, isn't he?

WORF: Here's your problem. Lore is set to evil. (Click)

 

[Smellincoffee]

Thanks for the wins!

Soong: When nine hundred years you reach, look this good you will not.

Data: Second Officer's Log: the entire ship is enjoying shore leave simutaneously. I am using the time to prepare an epic recital of my once-abbreviated Ode to Spot.

 

[Nerys Myk]

SPINER: Oh yeah, that's the spot. Keep scratching.
FRAKES: You ever find out who OKed making that costume out of burlap?
DORN: Blame that new kid, what's his name? Brago? Bogart?

 

[Laura Cynthia Chambers]

Soong: "I see that nosehair subroutine is kicking in on schedule..."
Data: "Pardon?"

 

[Noname Given]

SCENE SETUP: Gamma shift, 2300 Hours Zulu.
Data (Singing): "The LCARS Net is for porn..."

 

[Drob]

Tftw!

Riker: This ones a little cuckoo inside.

Worf: Are you talking about Lore or the clock?

 

[Nerys Myk]

PICARD: Start at Ten Forward and end at the aft targeting sensors. I want every surface on this ship so shiny I can see my self.
WES: Like your forehead?
PICARD: What?

 

[Laura Cynthia Chambers]

Picard: "You know, just because your mom asked me to do "take your kid to work day" with you doesn't mean you have to dress like me, Wesley."
Crusher (bored and sarcastic): "Dressed like you? In that case, I forgot the skullcap."
Picard: "Excuse me?"

 

[Hutchy01]

Soong: Remember.