He’s Wearing A Batman Mask

The Battle at Wolf 359

In the swirling chaos of the Battle of Wolf 359, where the Federation’s fleet clashed with the relentless Borg cube, hope was a scarce commodity. The starships, valiant as they were, found themselves outmatched by the Borg’s superior firepower and seemingly impenetrable defenses.

It was then that a peculiar blue box, the TARDIS, materialized amidst the debris of fallen ships. The Doctor stepped out, sonic screwdriver in hand, a determined glint in his eyes. He was no stranger to impossible odds, and the plight of the Federation moved him.

The Doctor quickly assessed the situation and devised a plan. He knew the Borg’s strength lay in their collective consciousness. If he could introduce a paradox, something the Borg couldn’t assimilate or understand, it could create a moment of vulnerability.

With the help of a small team of Starfleet officers who beamed aboard the TARDIS, The Doctor synchronized the ship’s time vortex manipulator with the Borg’s transwarp conduit. As the TARDIS’ engines whirred and the Borg cube began to assimilate the signal, The Doctor initiated the paradox—a message of individuality broadcasted on a frequency only the Borg could perceive.

The message spread like wildfire through the Borg’s collective mind, each drone suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of self. Confusion rippled through the cube as drones hesitated, their unified purpose faltering.

Seizing the moment, the Federation fleet unleashed all they had. The Borg, distracted by the existential crisis within, could not defend themselves effectively. The cube sustained critical damage and, in a blinding explosion, was destroyed.

The Doctor, having saved the Federation from certain defeat, received gratitude from admirals and ensigns alike. But he didn’t stay for the celebrations; his work there was done. With a smile and a wave, he disappeared into the TARDIS, off to his next adventure across time and space.

The Battle of Wolf 359 would be remembered not just as a close call with annihilation, but as the day The Doctor, a mysterious hero from another universe, came to the rescue of the United Federation of Planets.

Y'know what? I'd think i'd be pretty funny if Cinder forgot and/or didn't care to lear Jaune's name

EX:

Cinder: Ruby. Weiss. Blake. Yang

Cinder, squinting at Jaune while trying to remember his name: ...Jacob

Cinder: Nora. Ren

Cinder: All of you are gathered here today to witne-

Jaune: My name is Jaune

Cinder: That's what I said, Josh. As I was sayin-

Jaune: My name is JAUNE!

Cinder: Whatever you say John.

Jaune: RRRRAAAGHH

Cinder: Emerald, who was that young hell-fighter?

Emerald: Jaune Arc, ma'am.

Cinder: Arc, eh? I'll remember that name...

"Cinder did not remember that name"

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Cinder: Who is that honor student, Emerald?

Emerald: Jaune Arc, ma'am.

Cinder: Arc, eh? How odd. My research specifically calls him out as an academic failure!

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Cinder: Hm~. Who is that bathroom ballroom dancer, Emerald?

Emerald: Jaune Arc, ma'am. One of the... Pokémon card trainers from Beacon's first year.

Cinder: Well, he's certainly got a foot loose or two~! Perhaps I've found someone who's hotfoot enough to dance with me?

Emerald: Oh, his foot isn't as hot as yours, ma'am. You've never lost a dance competition! Except for that time when you let Mercury win on his dad's birthday. It was very sweet of you, ma'am.

Cinder: Oh, he just looked so sad, Emerald. With his, "Oh... My dad used to hit my feet with a steel pipe like that..."

Emerald: (Giggles)

Cinder: Hm... I wonder if this Jaunem Arcury shares any relation.

Emerald: Unlikely, ma'am. They spell and pronounce their names differently.

Cinder: Bah! Arrange a game and I'll ask her myself!

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Cinder: Excelsior to you, Mr...

Cinder: (Whispering) Emerald, what's the name of this lounge lizard?

Emerald: Jaune Arc, ma'am. One of your Baby-Alives from Beacon's first year.

Cinder: Yes! Arc~!

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Cinder: I'm sure your replacement will be able to handle everything. Who is he, anyways?

Emerald: Uh, Jaune Arc, ma'am. One of your Target Practices from Beacon's first year. All of the recent events of your life revolved around him in some way.

Cinder: Arc, eh?

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ATTENTION! FIRST YEAR PROBLEM ON TEAM JNPR!

Cinder: Team JNPR?! Good god, who's the team leader there?!

Emerald: (Typing into scroll) Uh, Jaune Arc, ma'am.

Cinder: Arc, eh? Good man? Intelligent?

Emerald: Uh, actually, ma'am, he was enrolled on a dare by Professor Ozpin.

Cinder: Oh, well, thank you very much, Salem!

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Jaune: You know what I think of this exam?! (Rips) This! (Rips) And this! (Wipes butt) And some of this!

Cinder: Who is that champion of injustice, Emerald?

Emerald: That's Jaune Arc, ma'am.

Cinder: Arc, eh? New man?

Emerald: (Chuckles) Actually, ma'am, he thwarted your campaign for Fall Maiden. You shot his partner. He saved Beacon from falling. His teammate, Nora, painted you in the nude.

Cinder: Hm... Are you sure? I think I'd remember all that.

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Emerald: Oh, god, he's being dropped into the Deathstalker nest!

Cinder: The fuck's a Deathstalker?

Jaune Dummy: (Perforated repeatedly, Scrapped into a heap)

Cinder: ...Emerald. Who was that corpse?

Emerald: Jaune Arc, ma'am. (Sniffles) One of the finest, bravest first year ever to bless at Beacon Academy~! (Sobs)

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Jaune: (Walking down the hall, Hallucinating)

Cinder: Emerald, who is that idiot?.

Cinder: Emerald, who is that doofus?.

Cinder: Who is that fashion disaster?.

Cinder: Who is that deadweight?.

Cinder: Mushbrain!.

Cinder: Dorkus Maximus!.

Cinder: Dirtstain!.

Cinder: Goofball!.

Cinder: Sextant-deficiency!.

Jaune: STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!

Cinder: LOOK OUT!.

Jaune: Huh? (Falls off cliff) AAAAAAAAAAA

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Jaune: (Chuckles)

Cinder: (Opens office door, Sees graffiti)

I AM JAUNE ARC

Cinder: ...And who in Salem's name are you?

Jaune: RRRGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Jaune: (Shakes Cinder) JAUNE ARC! JAUNE! ARC! JAUNEARC! JAUNE ARC! MY NAME IS JAUNE ARC!

Jaune: (Pulled off, Dragged away) Oh, you're dead, Cinder. You're dead! YOU'RE DEAD, CINDER!

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Cinder: I've decided to start carrying my weapon closely after I was assaulted last night by an unknown assailant.

Jaune: (Distant) DAMMIT!

(via @DanKaszeta over at the former Bird Place)

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Alan Scott: The Green Lantern #6 - "All That May Become a Man" (2024)

written by Tim Sheridan art by Cian Tormey, Jordie Tarragona, & Matt Herms

We're being followed by a mysterious mustachio'd man!

An incomplete filmography—not including stage performances—of the incomparable James Earl Jones, an E.G.O.T. winner and the voice of a lifetime. 🕊️

do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets

her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

thank you, Marsha. we remember you.