Monday, April 28, 2014

Voyager, Season 2: Lifesigns

Voyager, Season 2
Airdate: February 19, 1996
35 of 168 produced
34 of 168 aired


Voyager answers the distress call of a lone Vidiian. The Doctor changes her life when he creates a healthy holographic avatar for her consciousness to live in during her body's treatment.

Fun fact: All those CO2-spewing machines eventually get shipped to Mars for the purposes of terraforming.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Voyager, Season 2: Death Wish
Voyager, Season 2
"Death Wish"
Airdate: February 19, 1996
29 of 168 produced
33 of 168 aired


Voyager happens upon a rogue comet, and to their surprise, finds someone trapped inside it. It turns out to be a renegade member of the Q Continuum. He says he was imprisoned because he wished to end the immortal life he now finds impossible to continue. As if grappling with the ethics of that request weren't enough, Captain Janeway must also hand a much more familiar denizen of the Continuum: Q.
He was willing to give up a feature column in the biggest newspaper in the universe.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Voyager, Season 2: Dreadnought

Voyager, Season 2
Airdate: February 12, 1996
33 of 168 produced
32 of 168 aired


An errant missile from the Alpha Quadrant ends up haunting Voyager in the Delta Quadrant, when it threatens to detonate on a peaceful world of innocent beings. B'Elanna must wrestle with her own prior handiwork in an attempt to stop it.

Tonight, on Wheel... Of... Story... Recycling!

Monday, April 7, 2014

Voyager, Season 2: Meld
Voyager, Season 2
Airdate: February 5, 1996
32 of 168 produced
31 of 168 aired


Tuvok must investigate an apparent homicide on the ship. His investigation comes to a surprisingly quick end when he discovers the crewman responsible, but is disturbed to find him unrepentant, but apparently also without a motive.
Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in? So fair, yet so cold... like a morning of pale Spring, still clinging to Winter's chill.