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#Farragut Class
lonestarbattleship · 8 months
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USS King (DLG-10) operating off the coast of Oahu, Hawaii, on September 10, 1961.
NHHC: KN-1881
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chernobog13 · 6 days
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This is a dandy way to display a Constitution-class model, especially one with interior lights. Wish I had thought of it myself.
The registration number on the bottom of the saucer (NCC-1647) is a little confusing. That's the number currently used in Star Trek: Strange New Worlds for the U.S.S. Farragut. The Farragut in that series is not a Constitution-class vessel, but a Farragut-class: it consists of a saucer section with the warp nacelles mounted directly to its underside, and has no engineering hull.
The Farragut WAS one of the original twelve Constitution-class starships in Star Trek: The Original Series. It had a registration number of NCC-1702, which is the one that should be on the model pictured above.
So it appears that SNW has retconned the Farragut. There is, however, a strong argument that I've read somewhere that ST: Discovery and SNW take place in a parallel timeline, so who knows.
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spockvarietyhour · 2 years
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Comet’s tail, “A Quality of Mercy”
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locallibrarylover · 8 months
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was looking for a specific photo but instead i found this photo of an assignment from my us history 1 class where we had to make fake tweets about the american revolution...
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id: a drawing of fake tweets. the first is by William Franklin, whose username reads govofnj. his icon is of a crown. the tweet reads "I can't believe these "Patriots" are revolting against the King! It's despicable. #LongLiveTheMonarchy." there is a reply by George Washington, whose username reads myteetharereal. his icon is of himself. the tweet reads "Quote Retweet: LOL Tory. #IndependentColonies #ContinentalArmyStrong". end id
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alphamecha-mkii · 2 years
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lenievi · 7 months
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Not a question, but relating to your McCoy knew of Kirk or met him repeatedly when he was a cadet idea - you know what this means Leni. You gotta write a 5+1 Kirk meets McCoy in cadet era 8D
I actually didn't mean they would meet so often when Kirk was a cadet :D (My characters' timelines wouldn't allow it, and I'm inflexible :D) But like...
After McCoy's inoculation thingy on Dramia, he decided to sing up for Starfleet 100%. They told him he needed to take some classes/whatever at the Academy. He went. Took some of them, met 19yo serious!Kirk.
Two years later, they'd meet on some ship where cadet Kirk was doing his assignment, and McCoy was doing an internship (and developed a surgical procedure, a cerebral-cortex/brain-tissue graft)
Before Kirk was assigned to the Farragut, they met on some Starbase (this would be 2255, i.e. 11 years before The Corbomite Maneuver)
The Federation-Klingon war started. The Farragut participated and Kirk saved McCoy's life on some Starbase (a planet) that was being attacked and the Farragut came to help.
After the Farragut tragedy (2257), Kirk went back to the Academy and became an instructor. McCoy visited the Academy for whatever reason, and they crossed paths again. At this point, they were like this is ridiculous. Do you know how big space is?
After Kirk did his needed instructor thingy, he could work toward his goal to become FO. McCoy decided to stay on Starbase 1 (where Carol worked), so whenever he visited Carol, he also met with McCoy, and their friendship grew.
In 2260, McCoy got reassigned to the Farragut, and in 2261 Kirk became the captain of the Farragut at the age of 28.
OK, this now became my default headcanon LMAO
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whitedemon-ladydeath · 6 months
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how do people LIVE here. I miss rural Iowa where people actually said what they meant instead of living in the land of passive aggression. ironically it was easier to communicate with undiagnosed autism there than diagnosed autism in a city with supposedly more resources LMAOOOOOO
plus also I miss the corn fields man. i miss all the trees and the gravel and the small library where I had had finally been able to sleep after my mom died and they didnt make me leave. I miss the cows and the ducks and the farms.
I miss walking home down the block in the middle of the night talking to the pawn shop guy who was out smoking about life after a movie I went to without being afraid I was going to be killed. I miss the Hope Center.
I miss my friends who came to help me in the middle of the night bec I was having a meltdown. I miss feeling like I'm not dealing with so much classism or ableism. I miss not having to brace myself daily for change and chaos. I miss not being afraid and I miss not feeling so lonely or so sad
Why are cities so lonely?? my graduating class was 32 people and I still remember my classmates from Farragut and Shenandoah. Cities are so full of people, but it's hard finding community without bleeding from your pockets. Small towns have their own issues but the loneliness wasn't there. And when it was, there were the trees and the birds and the Trails
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indeedcaptain · 8 months
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Spirktober 2023, day 1: Uniform
I will catch up after missing the first two days if it kills me. I told myself that I would write my own personal novel but I am fixated on these guys right now. Behold! More fan fiction!
Also posted on AO3 here.
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Kirk had been in San Francisco for six months. His time on the U.S.S. Farragut had ended, and his new ship had more time in spacedock before they would set out on their five-year mission, to explore new space and push the boundaries of Federation knowledge. And he would be there, leading the charge, as the youngest captain in Starfleet history. His father had been so proud, and his mother so worried. Sam had been… well. He had been himself, which was all he would ever be.
Kirk was worried too, if he were being honest with himself, but he was trying to remind himself of the similarities between his old and new postings instead of focusing on the differences. The U.S.S. Enterprise was the same class of ship as the Farragut. The officers’ mess would have the same ten replicators. His quarters would be different, larger, and in a different location, but the mattress and sheets and smell would be the same. The uniforms would be the same. Almost everything would be the same, except for the people and his role among them. He even had gotten to know the ship and some of the crew ahead of time, thanks to his sojourns with Captain Pike through his various misadventures. He reasoned that he could take on his new level of responsibility without too much fuss.
Four days before the U.S.S. Enterprise was scheduled to take off on her journey, his new crewmates began to arrive in San Francisco and either come say hi or introduce themselves to him. Newly promoted Lieutenant Uhura threw herself into his arms with congratulations when she returned from visiting her grandparents in Kenya. Bones arrived from Georgia a few hours afterwards, bearing moonshine and tales of Joanna’s exploits. Slowly they trickled into the city and HQ grounds, with new faces mingling with the old. Uhura positioned herself at Kirk’s side and introduced the ones she knew to him, whispering details that might be helpful to him into his ear as they departed. She knew who was secretly dating, who couldn’t work alongside each other, and who was most likely to break anything fragile. With every detail she was able to slide him, he felt a little less overwhelmed by the prospect of guiding three hundred people successfully through the black and a little more excited to get started. 
Three days before departure, a package landed on the doormat of the apartment Starfleet had furnished him with. He picked it up as he arrived back from a dinner out with Uhura and several of her Xenolinguistics friends, hefting it up into his arms as he wrangled a padd out to tap against the lock. 
Inside, he dropped it on the kitchen table, located a pair of scissors, and sliced into it. It was printed with official Starfleet logos, so it must have been something related to the mission. Inside were four sets of a new uniform, with a note on top. 
Captain Kirk, 
Congratulations on your promotion and taking command of the U.S.S. Enterprise. As your unique mission will take you beyond where finding adequate replacement uniforms will be convenient or possible, the Fabrications team has taken this opportunity to outfit the Enterprise crew with new, more durable, and more functional uniforms. 
Please let us know if you discover any issues with their construction at your earliest convenience. 
Best wishes on your journey. 
Starfleet Fabrications and Material Construction
Kirk pulled the top uniform out. The material was certainly thicker than he was used to, but it stretched in the same way, and the gold of command was a warm, cheery hue. He pulled out the matching pants and, grinning, made his way to his room to see how captaincy fit him. 
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It’s not that there was anything wrong with the uniforms, per se. They were comfortable, durable, and flexible. The colors were right. They fit him well. He could feel the clever measurements within them as he bent his knees and elbows experimentally, moving through his range of motion and found no areas of discomfort. 
It was just, he thought as he frowned at himself in the mirror, that they weren’t particularly flattering. He had thought, despite his best efforts to quash any public displays of vanity, that the old uniforms had helped him cut quite the striking figure. But the new uniforms had softer, less visible seams, and fewer panels. The outcome was that they were undoubtedly more useful for extended action, more difficult to rip, and likely easier to repair. 
But they also made him feel like a child again, round like only a farm boy could be, weaning play clothes that he could get dirty without upsetting his parents. 
It’s fine, he told himself. It’s not like there was a common Earth saying about “the clothes make the man.” He was not a self-conscious teenager and it didn’t matter if his clothing made him feel like a child again. They were useful for his mission. 
But that didn’t mean that he had to like them.  
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The uniform had not grown on him, but he was wearing it as Montgomery Scott, new chief engineer of the U.S.S. Enterprise, beamed him aboard for final review. The enthusiastic Scotsman pumped his hand and led him down into engineering. Kirk found himself buoyed from department to department by the momentum of his crew, everyone wanting a moment of his time to tell him about their experiments, or ideas, or questions for their trek. Their excitement was infectious, and (despite all of them looking like babies to him in their soft uniforms) Kirk was thrilled to see each and every one of them. 
Finally he ended up on the bridge, surrounded by his hand-picked command crew: Lieutenant Uhura on communications, the Russian baby genius Chekov for navigation, the ace pilot Sulu, Bones, who was supposed to be in Medbay but was following Kirk around with a hypo just for the hell of it, and ---
“Where is Mr. Spock, Uhura?” Kirk finally asked, when there was a moment of silence. 
Uhura looked down at her padd. “He should be here any moment, he was on his way back from---” 
The turbolift door slid open, and Spock stepped out. Kirk hadn’t seen him in over a year: not since his last time on the Enterprise when she was still Pike’s ship, when Spock had saved his ass in a firefight and Kirk had promised Pike afterwards that he would convince Spock to be his first officer if it was the last thing he did. He looked just as Kirk remembered him. Spock was tall and dark and broad, steady and familiar and comforting. There was a happy jolt in Kirk’s stomach as Spock turned to him. 
“My apologies, captain,” Spock said. His dark eyes were warm as he looked over Kirk. “I just returned from a visit on Vulcan. My mother was less than enthusiastic about my departure.” 
“It’s good to see you, Spock,” Kirk said. He could feel his affection radiating out of his face, but he was powerless to stop it. Spock inclined his head, and walked from the turbolift to the science station, which whirred to life at his approach. He placed his hand over the power panel almost fondly, with his back to the rest of the bridge crew. 
Kirk felt his mouth dry out. Had Spock’s legs always been so long? Had his ass looked like that before, or had he gotten stronger in the intervening year? Had his shoulders always tapered to his waist at that angle; had his fingers always been so agile; had the blue of the science shirt always set off the soft green undertone of his eyelids like that? He realized that he was staring and pulled his eyes away, and if Uhura smirked at him then he would pretend he didn’t know what she had seen. 
As he settled into the captain’s chair, his captain’s chair for the first time, Kirk thought that he might be convinced of the merits of the new uniforms. 
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crimsonvulgarian · 11 months
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He had developed a deep appreciation for the Constitution class years ago when he had cut his teeth aboard the Farragut, and many of his formative experiences as a junior officer had been aboard other ships of the class. He had always seen great beauty in their clean, elegant proportions. Where others saw nothing but functional straight lines and circles, Kirk saw Pegasus in flight—the skin gleaming white, the dorsal connector evoking the neck of a horse with head held high, the nacelle struts angled like wings poised for a forceful downstroke.
But there was something special about the Enterprise, something that made her even more beautiful to behold, more compelling to contemplate.
—Captain's Oath, Christopher L. Bennett
or, kirk has it down bad for the enterprise
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t00thpasteface · 1 year
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Marcien for the couple questions!
15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?
23. What was their first impression of each other?
24. How did they fall for eachother?
27. What interests do they share? For interests they don't share, do they ever participate anyway?
Keep slaying :)
Answered #15 here!
23. What was their first impression of each other?
"YOU'RE who Suzy's been hanging out with?!?!?!"
24. How did they fall for each other?
The idea I always come back to is that it starts as like a guilty pleasure, stress-relief, associates-with-benefits type thing until they unwittingly/unwillingly catch feelings.
27. What interests do they share? For interests they don't share, do they ever participate anyway?
They both have a strong interest in simple, wholesome, "low class" foods, Martin because he grew up in a peasant family, and Lucien because he doesn't exactly have the means to cook anything fancy in Farragut or the Sanctuary. They're also both bookworms and enjoy Romantic-with-a-capital-R literaure.
Lucien loves to orbit Martin whenever he's doing something Lucien's not interested in. Lucien mostly just likes to be in the same room as Martin whether or not they're both focused on the same activity, but it comes off as slightly creepy to everyone else because of Lucien's generally off-putting presence.
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judgemark45 · 2 years
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(10/5/1993) An aerial view of unit 6E of the James River Reserve Fleet. It includes two AK transport ships, three John Adams and four Farragut class guided missile destroyers and the Gearing class desgtroyer the WILLIAM C. LAWE (DD-763). The LAWE has been stricken from the naval register and is to be sunk as a target. The other destroyers are to be sold for scrap,USN Image.Camera Operator: Calvin Larsen
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lonestarbattleship · 2 years
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USS Farragut (DD-348), "the first of the Navy's new ships to use alternating current electric power. The turbine-generator sets, switchboards, searchlights, and motors and control for electrically operated auxiliaries on this destroyer were built by General Electric"
Painting by Walter L. Greene, commissioned by General Electric.
LIFE Magazine Archives: link
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beatriceeagle · 2 years
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James Kirk’s personnel file, from Star Trek: Strange New Worlds 1x10, “A Quality of Mercy.”
Vessel: USS Farragut
Planet of Origin: Earth
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Serial No: SC937-0176CEC
D.O.B: 03/22/2233, Iowa, Earth
Parents: Winona and George Kirk
Siblings: George Samuel Kirk
Commendations Palm Leaf of Axinar Peace Mission Grankite Order of Tactics (later attained class of excellence) Prantares Ribbon of Commendation, Second Class Awards of Valor
Assignments USS Farragut Starfleet Academy USS Republic
Training Oxygen-deficient atmospheres Hand-to-hand combat Hyperpower circuits Witness to massacre on Tarsus IV
Commendations and serial number are taken from TOS 1x15 “Court Martial.”
Assignments are taken from “Court Martial” (USS Republic), 1x03 “Where No Man Has Gone Before” (Starfleet Academy), and 2x13 “Obsession” (USS Farragut).
Birthday and place taken from a variety of sources, including TOS 2x12 “The Deadly Years” and ENT 4x19, “In a Mirror, Darkly Part II.”
Training taken from TAS 1x20 “The Pirates of Orion” (oxygen-deficient atmospheres) and 1x11 “Dagger of the Mind” (hyper-power circuits).
I have absolutely no idea why witnessing the massacre on Tarsus IV is listed under “training,” but that’s from TOS 1x12 “The Conscience of the King.”
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the-lady-general · 9 months
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U.S.S. Farragut: A Hoax?
We never see her on screen. Well, we see her on screen once, in an alternate timeline that never existed and is conveniently classified. What ship class is it? A Farragut class. Very convenient. What's the name of the captain? Garrafut of the Farragut? We never hear it!
James T. Kirk, youngest XO in the Fleet? I don't think so. I posit that the only man to cheat on the Kobayashi Maru and get away with it too is hiding out in Pike's bathroom foyer, submitting captivating reports about his continuing missions with Commander Sink, Lieutenant Pomade, Ensign Soap, and plucky young Cadet Potpourri. Why? Because daddy's prouder of Jim than Sam, that's why.
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im-all-out-of-ideas · 11 months
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star trek: strange new worlds s2 ep1
so i had a blast. yes, there were problems, but they were overwhelmingly overshadowed by the positives experience. this was the does of 23rd century trek i needed after the year wait, and i gotta cherish it while it lasts because there will be a WAY LONGER WAIT for s3 with the writers strike.
my favorite part of the episode were absolutely the klingons. the 90s look is back and better than ever with influences from discovery and a shocking amount of variety compared to actual 90s klingons considering how prominent they used to be. the makeup and costuming were even better than the trailer led me to believe we'd get.
the plot was basically what you might expect for a 90s season premiere: very broad implications for the galactic stage with not nearly enough elaboration. so it's exactly the same mental experience as a TNG klingon politics episode but not a two-parter. the real draw is in the crew and how they interact with the given plot.
the best part of the episode was spock. he's as emotional as he should be for a vulcan that is younger and inexperienced and who has removed some of the inhibitions and is recovering from that. the spock and chapel story gives that much more weight to their later years under kirk's command. and his following of the logic to order the destruction of the false flag and his immediate regret and grief over the apparent ordering of chapel and m'benga's deaths is the peak highlight of the episode. hats off to peck.
smaller positives are Pelia, and Carol Kane is as hilarious as her fans have declared. the Lanthanite idea seems to be their attempt at a Guinan, right down to the timing of her appearance in the series, but Pelia is instilled with so much personality that i just want to see more of this kooky immortal.
also loved that "crossfield" ship. it's CLEARLY a mid-23rd century luna-class made from mishmash parts, but i digress. its good to see more tos ship configurations and not constitution-class ships at different scales. more farraguts, less sombras.
m'benga finally has a dramatic character plot outside of his daughter, and a doctor suffering from having taken part in an interstellar war is a perfectly logical place to take him. same with chapel but to a lesser extent. i do think this will be retreaded territory by the time bashir comes back but it's all the better as a tos era story.
ortegas is fun as always, can't wait for her episode to finally come. uhura is growing into her role as comms officer. la'an drinks with the best of them and seems a little less guarded than before. i hate to see how she eventually departs from the enterprise by the time kirk takes command.
now pike and una have to hear about what the kids did with the station wagon when they were left unsupervised for literally 3 days lmaooo
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alphamecha-mkii · 2 years
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USS Farragut by Dave Metlesits
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