#MicroTreks
Jadzia digs through a drawer in her quarters. “Worf, have you seen my—ooooh! What—is—this?”
She slowly stands holding a black cowboy hat, grinning widely.
“Worf!” she shouts.
Entering the room, Worf says, “No.”
Jadzia digs through a drawer in her quarters. “Worf, have you seen my—ooooh! What—is—this?”
She slowly stands holding a black cowboy hat, grinning widely.
“Worf!” she shouts.
Entering the room, Worf says, “No.”
September 27, 2026 at 4:19 PM
#MicroTreks
Jadzia digs through a drawer in her quarters. “Worf, have you seen my—ooooh! What—is—this?”
She slowly stands holding a black cowboy hat, grinning widely.
“Worf!” she shouts.
Entering the room, Worf says, “No.”
Jadzia digs through a drawer in her quarters. “Worf, have you seen my—ooooh! What—is—this?”
She slowly stands holding a black cowboy hat, grinning widely.
“Worf!” she shouts.
Entering the room, Worf says, “No.”
Here’s Terry’s commentary on the #MicroTreks.
April 13, 2026 at 9:52 PM
Here’s Terry’s commentary on the #MicroTreks.
#MicroTreks
Worf set a chalice of blood wine on the table before Jay-Den.
“It has taken me many years to,” Worf considered his words carefully. “Understand my failure as a father.”
“Knowing oneself is harder than knowing another,” Jay-Den observed, lifting the chalice.
Worf’s brow raised.
1/7
Worf set a chalice of blood wine on the table before Jay-Den.
“It has taken me many years to,” Worf considered his words carefully. “Understand my failure as a father.”
“Knowing oneself is harder than knowing another,” Jay-Den observed, lifting the chalice.
Worf’s brow raised.
1/7
April 17, 2026 at 3:04 AM
#MicroTreks
Worf set a chalice of blood wine on the table before Jay-Den.
“It has taken me many years to,” Worf considered his words carefully. “Understand my failure as a father.”
“Knowing oneself is harder than knowing another,” Jay-Den observed, lifting the chalice.
Worf’s brow raised.
1/7
Worf set a chalice of blood wine on the table before Jay-Den.
“It has taken me many years to,” Worf considered his words carefully. “Understand my failure as a father.”
“Knowing oneself is harder than knowing another,” Jay-Den observed, lifting the chalice.
Worf’s brow raised.
1/7
#MicroTreks
Kathryn stands in the turbo lift.
“Bridge,” she mutters.
[Voice Over] “A single night has passed since Mister Tuvok and Mister Neelix were—returned to us. Life goes on. Life…”
“Halt turbo lift,” she commands. “Engineering.”
1/16
Kathryn stands in the turbo lift.
“Bridge,” she mutters.
[Voice Over] “A single night has passed since Mister Tuvok and Mister Neelix were—returned to us. Life goes on. Life…”
“Halt turbo lift,” she commands. “Engineering.”
1/16
May 7, 2026 at 1:18 AM
#MicroTreks
Kathryn stands in the turbo lift.
“Bridge,” she mutters.
[Voice Over] “A single night has passed since Mister Tuvok and Mister Neelix were—returned to us. Life goes on. Life…”
“Halt turbo lift,” she commands. “Engineering.”
1/16
Kathryn stands in the turbo lift.
“Bridge,” she mutters.
[Voice Over] “A single night has passed since Mister Tuvok and Mister Neelix were—returned to us. Life goes on. Life…”
“Halt turbo lift,” she commands. “Engineering.”
1/16
#MicroTreks
Picard materializes on the transporter pad in the town square. He removes his wide-brimmed hat and wipes the sweat off his forehead.
“It’s getting quite warm down there,” he says.
Raffi steps forward with a PADD.
Picard materializes on the transporter pad in the town square. He removes his wide-brimmed hat and wipes the sweat off his forehead.
“It’s getting quite warm down there,” he says.
Raffi steps forward with a PADD.
September 23, 2026 at 12:58 AM
#MicroTreks
Picard materializes on the transporter pad in the town square. He removes his wide-brimmed hat and wipes the sweat off his forehead.
“It’s getting quite warm down there,” he says.
Raffi steps forward with a PADD.
Picard materializes on the transporter pad in the town square. He removes his wide-brimmed hat and wipes the sweat off his forehead.
“It’s getting quite warm down there,” he says.
Raffi steps forward with a PADD.
This #MicroTreks series is inspired by @foundepisodes.bsky.social!
January 6, 2025 at 3:03 AM
This #MicroTreks series is inspired by @foundepisodes.bsky.social!
"I am, like you - like all of us - a work in progress", Seven said, handing Worf a PADD. "When I... struggle, I find this piece especially calming.
Computer, resume play from the beginning."
She sat down, and they listened silently to Mozart's Ave Verum Corpus.
(Homage to #MicroTreks)
Computer, resume play from the beginning."
She sat down, and they listened silently to Mozart's Ave Verum Corpus.
(Homage to #MicroTreks)
May 17, 2026 at 10:22 PM
"I am, like you - like all of us - a work in progress", Seven said, handing Worf a PADD. "When I... struggle, I find this piece especially calming.
Computer, resume play from the beginning."
She sat down, and they listened silently to Mozart's Ave Verum Corpus.
(Homage to #MicroTreks)
Computer, resume play from the beginning."
She sat down, and they listened silently to Mozart's Ave Verum Corpus.
(Homage to #MicroTreks)
#MicroTreks #StarWars
“Hell yeah, I love this alternate dimension,” Mariner exclaims. “Who wouldn’t?”
“Uh, I dunno, Mariner,” Boimler starts. “Maybe all the impoverished people living under the boot of some galactic empire.”
“Ok, but have you see the laser swords, Boims?” Mariner replies.
1/7
“Hell yeah, I love this alternate dimension,” Mariner exclaims. “Who wouldn’t?”
“Uh, I dunno, Mariner,” Boimler starts. “Maybe all the impoverished people living under the boot of some galactic empire.”
“Ok, but have you see the laser swords, Boims?” Mariner replies.
1/7
May 4, 2025 at 11:14 PM
#MicroTreks #StarWars
“Hell yeah, I love this alternate dimension,” Mariner exclaims. “Who wouldn’t?”
“Uh, I dunno, Mariner,” Boimler starts. “Maybe all the impoverished people living under the boot of some galactic empire.”
“Ok, but have you see the laser swords, Boims?” Mariner replies.
1/7
“Hell yeah, I love this alternate dimension,” Mariner exclaims. “Who wouldn’t?”
“Uh, I dunno, Mariner,” Boimler starts. “Maybe all the impoverished people living under the boot of some galactic empire.”
“Ok, but have you see the laser swords, Boims?” Mariner replies.
1/7
#MicroTreks
“Is Stonn within?” Spock asks, stepping through the threshold into the home.
“Then you have come to see my husband?” T’Pring asks as the door slides shut behind Spock.
Spock’s brow raises.
“Is Stonn within?” Spock asks, stepping through the threshold into the home.
“Then you have come to see my husband?” T’Pring asks as the door slides shut behind Spock.
Spock’s brow raises.
September 8, 2026 at 9:41 PM
#MicroTreks
“Is Stonn within?” Spock asks, stepping through the threshold into the home.
“Then you have come to see my husband?” T’Pring asks as the door slides shut behind Spock.
Spock’s brow raises.
“Is Stonn within?” Spock asks, stepping through the threshold into the home.
“Then you have come to see my husband?” T’Pring asks as the door slides shut behind Spock.
Spock’s brow raises.
#MicroTreks
“Beverly,” whispers Riker.
Beverly’s eyes open. “Jack—?”
“We brought you both aboard the Titan,” Riker says.
Beverly bolts up, waivers, and lays back down, clutching her side.
“I said no Starfleet,” Beverly says.
1/3
“Beverly,” whispers Riker.
Beverly’s eyes open. “Jack—?”
“We brought you both aboard the Titan,” Riker says.
Beverly bolts up, waivers, and lays back down, clutching her side.
“I said no Starfleet,” Beverly says.
1/3
April 13, 2026 at 9:43 PM
#MicroTreks
“Beverly,” whispers Riker.
Beverly’s eyes open. “Jack—?”
“We brought you both aboard the Titan,” Riker says.
Beverly bolts up, waivers, and lays back down, clutching her side.
“I said no Starfleet,” Beverly says.
1/3
“Beverly,” whispers Riker.
Beverly’s eyes open. “Jack—?”
“We brought you both aboard the Titan,” Riker says.
Beverly bolts up, waivers, and lays back down, clutching her side.
“I said no Starfleet,” Beverly says.
1/3
#MicroTreks
Reno steps out of a Jeffries tube with an engineering case slung over her shoulder.
“I—oh hi—I thought you already left, Professor,” Stamets remarks from behind the spore console.
“Forgot my favorite spanner,” Reno says.
1/7
Reno steps out of a Jeffries tube with an engineering case slung over her shoulder.
“I—oh hi—I thought you already left, Professor,” Stamets remarks from behind the spore console.
“Forgot my favorite spanner,” Reno says.
1/7
February 3, 2026 at 9:55 PM
#MicroTreks
Reno steps out of a Jeffries tube with an engineering case slung over her shoulder.
“I—oh hi—I thought you already left, Professor,” Stamets remarks from behind the spore console.
“Forgot my favorite spanner,” Reno says.
1/7
Reno steps out of a Jeffries tube with an engineering case slung over her shoulder.
“I—oh hi—I thought you already left, Professor,” Stamets remarks from behind the spore console.
“Forgot my favorite spanner,” Reno says.
1/7
I’m sure polls will come. I’m thrilled threaded posts came! Can’t do #MicroTreks without those.
December 1, 2024 at 12:28 AM
I’m sure polls will come. I’m thrilled threaded posts came! Can’t do #MicroTreks without those.
#MicroTreks
“Your offer is quite kind, Mister Spock,” said Kirk, his words colored by sadness.
“Cold blooded is more like it,” grumbled McCoy.
“If Edith Keeler’s death is causing you emotional discomfort, then a mind meld to remove—”
“No,” whispered Kirk.
1/2
“Your offer is quite kind, Mister Spock,” said Kirk, his words colored by sadness.
“Cold blooded is more like it,” grumbled McCoy.
“If Edith Keeler’s death is causing you emotional discomfort, then a mind meld to remove—”
“No,” whispered Kirk.
1/2
May 20, 2025 at 1:19 AM
#MicroTreks
“Your offer is quite kind, Mister Spock,” said Kirk, his words colored by sadness.
“Cold blooded is more like it,” grumbled McCoy.
“If Edith Keeler’s death is causing you emotional discomfort, then a mind meld to remove—”
“No,” whispered Kirk.
1/2
“Your offer is quite kind, Mister Spock,” said Kirk, his words colored by sadness.
“Cold blooded is more like it,” grumbled McCoy.
“If Edith Keeler’s death is causing you emotional discomfort, then a mind meld to remove—”
“No,” whispered Kirk.
1/2
This #MicroTreks is inspired by @abbymsommer.bsky.social.
May 19, 2025 at 6:19 PM
This #MicroTreks is inspired by @abbymsommer.bsky.social.
#MicroTreks
Data lifts the glass of wine, swallowing it at once.
“Data,” Picard says, petting Number One. “Wine should be savored—experienced.”
“My apologies, Captain,” Data says, smiling. “It’s just so good.”
Picard grins. “This is—unimaginable. You and I.”
1/4
Data lifts the glass of wine, swallowing it at once.
“Data,” Picard says, petting Number One. “Wine should be savored—experienced.”
“My apologies, Captain,” Data says, smiling. “It’s just so good.”
Picard grins. “This is—unimaginable. You and I.”
1/4
May 11, 2026 at 9:15 PM
#MicroTreks
Data lifts the glass of wine, swallowing it at once.
“Data,” Picard says, petting Number One. “Wine should be savored—experienced.”
“My apologies, Captain,” Data says, smiling. “It’s just so good.”
Picard grins. “This is—unimaginable. You and I.”
1/4
Data lifts the glass of wine, swallowing it at once.
“Data,” Picard says, petting Number One. “Wine should be savored—experienced.”
“My apologies, Captain,” Data says, smiling. “It’s just so good.”
Picard grins. “This is—unimaginable. You and I.”
1/4
I’ve reposted the #MicroTreks here.
#MicroTreks
“Beverly,” whispers Riker.
Beverly’s eyes open. “Jack—?”
“We brought you both aboard the Titan,” Riker says.
Beverly bolts up, waivers, and lays back down, clutching her side.
“I said no Starfleet,” Beverly says.
1/3
“Beverly,” whispers Riker.
Beverly’s eyes open. “Jack—?”
“We brought you both aboard the Titan,” Riker says.
Beverly bolts up, waivers, and lays back down, clutching her side.
“I said no Starfleet,” Beverly says.
1/3
April 13, 2026 at 9:44 PM
I’ve reposted the #MicroTreks here.
#MicroTreks
His quarters sizzles as he sears redfish in heavy spices. Jazz piano riffs around him, weaving into the steam from the pan.
The door chimes. “Come in.”
Nog enters holding a Ferengi cargo container.
“Sorry to interrupt your evening, sir.”
Sisko turns. He grins widely.
1/7
His quarters sizzles as he sears redfish in heavy spices. Jazz piano riffs around him, weaving into the steam from the pan.
The door chimes. “Come in.”
Nog enters holding a Ferengi cargo container.
“Sorry to interrupt your evening, sir.”
Sisko turns. He grins widely.
1/7
February 6, 2026 at 11:56 PM
#MicroTreks
His quarters sizzles as he sears redfish in heavy spices. Jazz piano riffs around him, weaving into the steam from the pan.
The door chimes. “Come in.”
Nog enters holding a Ferengi cargo container.
“Sorry to interrupt your evening, sir.”
Sisko turns. He grins widely.
1/7
His quarters sizzles as he sears redfish in heavy spices. Jazz piano riffs around him, weaving into the steam from the pan.
The door chimes. “Come in.”
Nog enters holding a Ferengi cargo container.
“Sorry to interrupt your evening, sir.”
Sisko turns. He grins widely.
1/7
Done! To mark 100 #MicroTreks, I wrote my take on his speech. 😁
December 23, 2023 at 11:10 AM
Done! To mark 100 #MicroTreks, I wrote my take on his speech. 😁
#MicroTreks
“Humans are obsessed with defining actions as right or as wrong,” Phlox says. “It’s been—quite intriguing watching my crew—wrestle with their consciences.”
Saru nods. “Do you not struggle with similar ethical considerations?”
1/5
“Humans are obsessed with defining actions as right or as wrong,” Phlox says. “It’s been—quite intriguing watching my crew—wrestle with their consciences.”
Saru nods. “Do you not struggle with similar ethical considerations?”
1/5
April 3, 2025 at 3:48 AM
#MicroTreks
“Humans are obsessed with defining actions as right or as wrong,” Phlox says. “It’s been—quite intriguing watching my crew—wrestle with their consciences.”
Saru nods. “Do you not struggle with similar ethical considerations?”
1/5
“Humans are obsessed with defining actions as right or as wrong,” Phlox says. “It’s been—quite intriguing watching my crew—wrestle with their consciences.”
Saru nods. “Do you not struggle with similar ethical considerations?”
1/5
#MicroTreks
“And—your threat—?” Odo starts.
“Ganglia,” Saru replies, raising a hand to the base of his skull.
Odo nods. “Once you lost them, you were forever changed.”
“Very much so,” Saru says. “The defining truth of my people—at least the one we were fed by the Ba’ul—”
1/6
“And—your threat—?” Odo starts.
“Ganglia,” Saru replies, raising a hand to the base of his skull.
Odo nods. “Once you lost them, you were forever changed.”
“Very much so,” Saru says. “The defining truth of my people—at least the one we were fed by the Ba’ul—”
1/6
February 19, 2025 at 3:56 AM
#MicroTreks
“And—your threat—?” Odo starts.
“Ganglia,” Saru replies, raising a hand to the base of his skull.
Odo nods. “Once you lost them, you were forever changed.”
“Very much so,” Saru says. “The defining truth of my people—at least the one we were fed by the Ba’ul—”
1/6
“And—your threat—?” Odo starts.
“Ganglia,” Saru replies, raising a hand to the base of his skull.
Odo nods. “Once you lost them, you were forever changed.”
“Very much so,” Saru says. “The defining truth of my people—at least the one we were fed by the Ba’ul—”
1/6
#MicroTreks
“If I may make a personal inquiry—once more,” Data begins.
Spock raises a brow then nods.
“Prior to your—work on Romulas, you lived primarily on Vulcan after leaving Starfleet,” Data says. “In this phase of your life, do you miss—humanity?”
1/3
“If I may make a personal inquiry—once more,” Data begins.
Spock raises a brow then nods.
“Prior to your—work on Romulas, you lived primarily on Vulcan after leaving Starfleet,” Data says. “In this phase of your life, do you miss—humanity?”
1/3
March 10, 2025 at 3:59 AM
#MicroTreks
“If I may make a personal inquiry—once more,” Data begins.
Spock raises a brow then nods.
“Prior to your—work on Romulas, you lived primarily on Vulcan after leaving Starfleet,” Data says. “In this phase of your life, do you miss—humanity?”
1/3
“If I may make a personal inquiry—once more,” Data begins.
Spock raises a brow then nods.
“Prior to your—work on Romulas, you lived primarily on Vulcan after leaving Starfleet,” Data says. “In this phase of your life, do you miss—humanity?”
1/3
#MicroTreks
Shaw peels the cheese off the slice of pizza, pepperoni and all.
“Then the guy starts trying to straight-up murder his ancestors,” he exclaims, laying the cheese blanket on a cutting board.
1/2
Shaw peels the cheese off the slice of pizza, pepperoni and all.
“Then the guy starts trying to straight-up murder his ancestors,” he exclaims, laying the cheese blanket on a cutting board.
1/2
April 26, 2025 at 10:23 PM
#MicroTreks
Shaw peels the cheese off the slice of pizza, pepperoni and all.
“Then the guy starts trying to straight-up murder his ancestors,” he exclaims, laying the cheese blanket on a cutting board.
1/2
Shaw peels the cheese off the slice of pizza, pepperoni and all.
“Then the guy starts trying to straight-up murder his ancestors,” he exclaims, laying the cheese blanket on a cutting board.
1/2
#MicroTreks
Sisko looks out at his officer sitting at the wardroom table. He sets down his PADD and lets out a breath.
“Alright,” he begins. “If there is nothing else.”
Odo stands. “I must excuse myself. Quark is getting in a shipment of Mat’Taran produce.”
“Is that unusual?” Ezri asks.
1/8
Sisko looks out at his officer sitting at the wardroom table. He sets down his PADD and lets out a breath.
“Alright,” he begins. “If there is nothing else.”
Odo stands. “I must excuse myself. Quark is getting in a shipment of Mat’Taran produce.”
“Is that unusual?” Ezri asks.
1/8
August 13, 2026 at 11:25 PM
#MicroTreks
Sisko looks out at his officer sitting at the wardroom table. He sets down his PADD and lets out a breath.
“Alright,” he begins. “If there is nothing else.”
Odo stands. “I must excuse myself. Quark is getting in a shipment of Mat’Taran produce.”
“Is that unusual?” Ezri asks.
1/8
Sisko looks out at his officer sitting at the wardroom table. He sets down his PADD and lets out a breath.
“Alright,” he begins. “If there is nothing else.”
Odo stands. “I must excuse myself. Quark is getting in a shipment of Mat’Taran produce.”
“Is that unusual?” Ezri asks.
1/8