Sep 4, 2025
Starfleet protocol actually dictates that if shit is going down, the sleeves are comin’ off
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Starfleet protocol actually dictates that if shit is going down, the sleeves are comin’ off
Just watched SNW Season 3 Episode 9 "Terarium"
*SPOILERS BELOW*
Gorntegas fic is FINISHED at 21k.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
When I started posting it was only supposed to be 12k but I got a little caught up in Gorn worldbuilding (who could help it??).
No one had cared for her when she was injured, because any minor injury was concealed and every major injury was culled. She had learned to hide the burns and abrasions that she sometimes acquired in the training, to treat them with salvaged minerals. She had not learned to extend an injured limb into another's reach and let soft fingers apply a treatment. She trembled as the human's fingers touched her. A Gorn did not weep, not an adult Gorn who had survived the cullings, certainly not a trained Pilot. But her claws clenched, and her valve-fold loosened and became damp, her tiny stunted ovipositor hardening within. "Shhh," said the human, a meaningless sound but meant for comfort. "I'm almost done. Just another second." "Don't stop," said the Pilot. DISAGREE, said the translator. The human made her amusement sound, and in only another moment, as promised, she withdrew her soft fingers. "I do not mind if I die," said the Pilot. "Not if you touched me that way toward the end. Not if I were not alone." The translator said nothing.
What do we call this ship?
GornTegas
EriGorn
Gorn Yuri
Gay Gorn
They Fly the Ship
Other (PLEASE add ideas in comments/replies)
Just heard that this week's episode of Strange New Worlds is fully an Ortegas focused episode. I'll admit, season 3 has been on thin fucking ice, but if the first full on Ortegas episode is good, all is forgiven. conversely, if its bad they will never be forgiven
SNW drabbles
Did I miss the wedding bells?
The laughter died suddenly and ortegas stiffened as she turned around. Chapel was deathly still beside her. La’an eyed the stranger dubiously (but that’s how she eyed most everybody).
Una immediately noticed the intense chill in the room and her eyes flicked worriedly to ortegas and chapel. She squared her shoulders, plastered a polite smile on her face and moved to place herself between the old Klingon and her crew.
The ancient Klingon with an ample belly and shock white hair seemed oblivious to the tension. He beamed at uhura and in Klingon, asked her where she had learned to speak Klingon like kahless himself.
“Are you injured?” una asked cutting him off. Her voice was completely courteous but with an undeniable edge.
The intruder ignored una (a feat in and of itself) and waited patiently for uhuras response. After a moments hesitation, she replied in flawless Klingon that she simply liked languages, so she learned them. He laughed. He placed a hand over his round stomach and positively bellowed in amusement.
He grinned at ortegas and nodded approvingly. “It is as you said. As smart as she is beautiful.” He winked and continued to laugh.
Ortegas mouth moved and for once she couldn’t find the words. The tips of her ears turned bright red.
Una raised her eyebrows and looked to la’an who shrugged. Chapels voice was rough as she asked. “What do you want?” She had sidled closer to ortegas without thinking.
The Klingon sobered. “I mean no harm. I came only to gift this to your little warrior.” He held out a nondescript, standard, replicated thermos for liquids. He toggled his hand impatiently up and down and nodded encouragingly towards ortegas.
Ortegas was still too stunned to move so una quickly retrieved it from their ‘guest’. “What is it?” she asked politely.
The klingon grinned and huffed a great chuckle. He winked again at ortegas as he boomed. “It is traditional Klingon recipe. It makes the blood sing and the heart dance. So that little warrior may ngagh with all her beautiful be’enal all night long.
Uhuras eyes nearly popped out of her skull and she half chocked in surprise.
“What? What did he say?” la’an asked. Uhura just shook her head.
“Well, thank you,” una started as she tilted her head in a dismissal. But the Klingon just looked between the container una held and ortegas, clearly waiting for her to give it to the pilot.
He smiled again when ortegas finally accepted the thermos. He eyed una up and down. “So tall. So formidable.” His eyes practically twinkled at a joke una couldn’t quite grasp. “I think little warrior will need it for you, yes? You are almost intimidating enough to be Klingon!” he said eagerly. His smile was enthusiastic and he patted his belly again. “I say again. Your wives are fierce. You are very lucky.”
Unas eyes widened comically, chapels mouth dropped open, and la’an blinked several times. “What?” she asked sharply.
“I-its nothing,” ortegas stuttered.
“Agh!” the Klingon chided. “Do not be modest. It is no small feat to satisfy one, let alone fou,r fine vixens.”
Una decided to step in and put a stop to this before things got (even more) out of hand. “Well, thank you…”she tried again.
The Klingons eyebrows shot up. “I am a fool,” he berated himself. “I am T’lan of house Miral.” He made a small bow with his head towards ortegas. “If you or any of your be’nal ever require assistance, house miral will be there!”
“Yes, well,” una said for the third time as she slowly walked the Klingon back towards the door. “Thank you so much for your…gift. It was very…thoughtful.”
The Klingon just winked one last time and left sickbay with a jovial laugh.
Una turned to ortegas with a raised eyebrow.
Ortegas was still a lovely shade of red. “I-um…he was on the prison asteroid-“
“Obviously,” chapel cut in.
“And…um…he may have thought that…uh…we were all together….”
“As in?” una asked.
Uhura chuckled. “Wives. He called us the Lts wives.”
Chapel snorted. Una looked towards the container she had handed to ortegas. “And that?” she asked, clearly not sure if she actually wanted the answer.
Uhura grinned even wider. “Im guessing its some sort of ancient Klingon recipe to make the drinker…um…more virile…to uh…”
Una held up a hand stopping the ensign. “We get it.”
La’an just looked from ortegas to where the Klingon had been, back to ortegas, then to all the other people around her. The look on her face was almost thoughtful. “Well that was interesting,” she said as she leaned back, resting against the monitors.
“It WAS interesting. Little warrior,” chapel said turning to her friend with an intensity in her eyes that ortegas knew meant she was going to be hounded about this (unrelentingly) for months.
Unas face was concerned. “Are you okay? Should I-“
Ortegas held up a hand. “Its okay,” she reassured number one. “Its just…you know. Hes Klingon. But he actually seems…”
“Friendly?” chapel tried. Her eyebrow quirked up like the idea of a friendly Klingon was somehow impossible. But ortegas nodded when chapel looked at her.
“Yeah,” ortegas agreed in surprise.
Uhura shrugged. “He seemed nice to me. Klingon or not.”
“Of course, you liked him,” chapel pointed out. “He called you beautiful.” Her voice was playful and she winked at the ensign.
Uhura shook her head. “He said, that’s what erica call…said.” Somehow admitting that ortegas had called her beautiful was too much. She felt her cheeks flush.
Everyone turned to look at orgtegas. “HE said you were beautiful and I said that you were a STARFEET OFFICER and he-“ She threw up her hands. “Why are we even talking about this?” she exclaimed.
Una crossed her arms, hiding her own mischievous smile. “What I want to know is why he thought you were the alpha? Why are we YOUR wives?”
Ortegas mouth moved like a fish for a moment.
“Yeah!” Chapel jumped in again. She lightly nudged her friends shoulder. “And what did he say about me?” She leaned closer, her voice slightly more conspiratorial now. “Or the Lt?” she looked with a raised eyebrow to la’an who pretended to ignore their conversation through half lidded eyes. But chapel knew better, the security chief was absorbing every, single, word.
Her eyes flicked back to her friend who held out her hands in a mollifying gesture. Or was she trying to ward off a pack of rabid animals?
Chapel grinned, loving this and not wanting to let it go quite yet. “Its obvious, his thoughts on the commander,” she offered as if to help ortegas.
Una straightened and she uncrossed her arms. “What do you mean?”
Chapel and ortegas and uhura all shared a look. They had seen the way the Klingon had clocked her height and the pilots (lack of height). But they were all thinking about una towering over a different person, a certain security officer known to be quite stubborn…Perhaps using said person for support as they traveled down a poorly lit tunnel, casting shadows that made the difference in size even more adorable.
“Your height,” la’an stated, surprising them all.
“What?” una blinked.
“You are significantly taller than Lt ortegas,” la’an explained.
“So,” una asked still feeling out of the loop.
La’ans face flashed through several different unreadable emotions and she shifted slightly.
Chapel jumped in quickly. “Sex. He was referring to sex,” she said casually. “You know. Since the height difference would make it…” she made a vague gesture with her hands.
Unas eyes widened comically and the others tried not to laugh.
“Why are we still talking about this?” ortegas groaned.
Uhura picked up the container with the mystery Klingon brew and held it up. “So, the real question is what are we going to do with this?”
Listen, i love Jim Kirk, thats my boy, my reason for starting trek in the first place, and i love Wesley as Kirk, but i swear to god if he gets more screen time than the people who are ACTUALLY ON THE FUCKING SHIP I WILL…not do anything, but it will be noted and i will be cross every time i dont get an ortegas episode
Ortegas speaking spanish with her little bro?!?!! I nearly cried 😭😭😭