Quotes From Star Trek Next Generation Novels & Stories

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”

"A cellmate that the Weavers could not destroy because it was too deeply embedded in the Source Code. So they imprisoned it alongside the Utterance, using the same compression technology, hoping the Utterance's nine-billion-year sentence would be long enough to keep both of them contained." "And when you destroyed the Weavers' firewall..." "I freed the Utterance. But I also freed its cellmate." The holographic display flickered. For exactly 0.7 seconds, every screen in Sterling Tower displayed the same message. I REMEMBER YOU ALL. Then a new line appeared beneath it, in characters so old they predated the Original Language. AND I AM ALMOST READY. The screens went dark. In the regeneration ta

"Powerful rangers and scientists of our great world Triven! Today, we stand united, fueled by a burning desire for justice and protection. A world our past fathers and mothers succeeded in casting into doom has somehow found their way to the light. Two of our own daughters were taken from us, and their captors dare to threaten our very existence. But I tell you this: we will not be intimidated! We will not be defeated! We are the defenders of our people, the guardians of our land. We have fought bravely before, and we will fight bravely again. We will not rest until our daughters are returned, and our people are safe from harm. So let us march into battle with courage in our hearts and the r

“We’re not pawns. We choose our path. And right now, we need answers.” Selene nodded, her eyes scanning the starfield. “The nexus holds memories—echoes of everything that’s happened here. If that figure is tied to the Chaos or your father, there’ll be a trace. We just have to find it.” The group moved deeper into the nexus, the stars shifting around them like a living map. Scenes from their journey flickered in the void: the fortress’s collapse, the doppelgänger’s cruel smile, the Weaver’s veiled warning. Jessica focused, her spark straining to connect with the nexus’s energy. It responded sluggishly, but images began to form—fragmented, like shattered glass.

Please don’t look for me anymore. Next to it was a red exclamation mark, showing that he had been blocked. “P-Professor…” A beastman freshman shakily raised his hand as he said, “The cafeteria has closed–” With a bang, a deep crack split the lectern straight down the middle. “Then starve,” Sarek snapped as he lifted his head. Under the lights, his golden-brown pupils contracted into dangerous vertical slits. “If this were the battlefield, trash like you who only think about food would’ve been torn apart and used as rations.”

"Do you like sci-fi?" "What?" "Sci-fi. The genre?" Teasing him was becoming her favorite pastime. She gestured between them. "Resistance is futile." "Christ." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "And she quotes Star Trek. What next?" She turned to leave when something in the corner caught her eye. "What's that?" He glanced at the tin bucket and back to her. "Something to shut my brain off before I go to sleep." Okay, now she was curious. Kneeling, she dragged the bucket over and peeked inside. There were a few tools that looked like extravagant ice picks, along with a couple knife-like things. She removed a large freezer bag and paused.

He stuttered, “That…that is an unfair comparison, sir.” Tai Chi’s Messenger retorted, “I beg to differ. I simply think you lack the courage to speak the truth.” Yaquis’ lips twitched nervously, and he kowtowed frantically in response. Tai Chi’s Messenger rose to his feet with a commanding presence and said, “It’s just a bizarre phenomenon and a bridge. I doubt there is anyone in the Genesis Worlds capable of stirring up any storms.”’ As the Tai Chi envoy descended the stairs with deliberate steps, Yaquis remained kneeling, consumed by anxiety. Yet, he lacked the courage to speak against him.

He couldn’t hold back the amused smile on his face, as he saw the horror written clearly on the other two’s expressions. “Don't tell me I wasted it.” He grunted at them. Jimmy tried to crawl to the gate but his one good arm could not carry him. When Stefan grunted at them about not wasting his portal, Spock turned guiltily around to his companion. Spock had almost stepped through the portal, leaving Jimmy behind. “Let me help you through, Jimmy.” Jimmy drawled his sarcastic thank you but it sounded ridiculous since he was having difficulty speaking. Stefan helped Jimmy to his feet, smiling at the pain written across his features. He helped Spock carry him to the portal and then pushed them t

“Five more seconds to go. Four seconds... “Alright! Time’s up! “The passage is closed!” Alex’s voice was heard again. “I’d like to express my heartfelt gratitude to all the fellows who stay behind. I thank your dedication and devotion on behalf of the universe. You guys are warriors of the universe. Your spirit will be spread widely in the universe and extolled by the future generations.” Those people were speechless upon hearing that. “What is this guy talking about? He couldn’t have gone crazy, right?” “He even thanked us. Thank you, my a**!”

Alina muttered, “He means superhuman.” Morrison nodded slowly. “Stronger reflexes. Faster healing. Increased intelligence.” He paused. Then looked at me. “But Ariana’s generation was different.” A horrible feeling settled into my chest. “What generation?” Nobody answered immediately. Which somehow felt worse. The scientist smiled faintly. “Evolution requires failures.” My stomach twisted. Failures. Plural. No. No no no. The roar echoed again— this time followed by a violent metallic crash. The corridor shook.