I'm certainly not picking fun at Star Trek, this is here for just for a bit of fun. It contains a number of things I gathered up quite a while ago, like the fleet listing information. They're mainly humorous extracts from various sources I compiled for Trek fanzines and so forth. These are basically of my own creation, and have not been taken from other people's work. But the 'Chicken Crossing The Road' (below) thing is quite common on Trek sites, as it goes back some years, and I myself wrote a list for this, for I think it's a nice concept.

 

The Question: "Why did the chicken cross the road?" was posed to those from the Star Trek Universe.......

TUVOK:  The question is irrelevant, and of no consequence to me.

THE DOCTOR:  I have no idea, I am a doctor, and my program is unresponsive to comedy.

DATA:  I find the premise intriguing, but, have you forgotten, I am an android, and for me, any humourous gesticulation would be a mere simulation.

WORF:  Perhaps is was a good day to die?

CHAKOTAY:  A chicken is a sacred animal to my people. It may have been on a personal quest of enlightenment.

Q:  Please, spare me your pitiful, insignificant ramblings...

ODO:  Hmmm, I'm not sure, but I shall of course investigate immediately.

NEELIX:  What is a chicken, what is a road?

PICARD:  The chicken may have been disillusioned with its quality of life....but as a sentient being, it has every right to cross if it so wishes, damn it! The seventh guarantee defines our personal rights, of both choice, and will. And it is the very essence of this philosophy that establishes its personal imperatives.

QUARK: 
It's obvious that it saw more lucrative opportunities for profit on the other side.

LOCUTUS:  A futile manoeuvre, any collision with a car and death is immediate.

KHAN:  Do you know the Klingon proverb and tells us chicken is a dish that is best served cold...?

DATA:  The question is apocryphal, for, in reality the chicken's decision making process would be perfunctory, having no comprehension of the road or its meaning.

GEORDI:  Well, I could calculate the variables by running a holodeck simulation... It will take about three hours to set up, but I'll have to use significant power reserves from the warp engines if I'm gunna make this work...

O'BRIEN:  Hmm, I dunno, I'd hahf to give it some thaht...

SPOCK:  Fascinating. Once again you demonstrate the human obsession for the uniquely trivial.

SISKO:  I don't care about about any damn chickens! Right now I have a station to run, and a Bolian freighter is arriving this morning and Pylon Three is down, so stop wasting my time and return to your post.

TOMOLAK:  Ah yes, chickens....your Federation is certainly at home when it comes to...'chickens'..

ADMIRAL NORA SATIE:  I believe the chicken to be under duress, coerced by sinister forces.

GOWRON:  Driven by the throbbing blood in its veins it yearned for glory! - or an honourable death...

CAPTAIN DATHON:  Shakka, when the walls fell....

O'BRIEN:  (Thoughtful and solemn) I saw a chicken crossing the once on Setlik III....and then I saw them, the cars, moving through the streets, killing, destroying, just hitting everything in sight. And then the chicken, it just...disintegrated in front of me on impact. Took me weeks to get over the experience.

PULASKI: No, I'm sorry, whatever the reason for crossing is, it just has no chance of negotiating its way across the road safely. It just hasn't got the ability to tap into the unique human perspective.

ODO:  Perhaps it was driven by an unseen force to find its people?

DATA:  Please, you will have to clarify. I have insufficient information with which to form a hypothesis.

McCOY:  For God's sakes. Now the man's talking about chickens!

THE BORG: Chickens are irrelevant, crossing is futile.

SAREK:  It is difficult to answer, when one does not understand the question.

BARCLAY:  Uh, uh, hmmmm. Yes, I'm uh, hmmm, interesting, yes, mm, I'm, uh, frightened of uh, uh, chickens. Sorry, I, I, have to r r r return to d d duty now...

DUKAT: Hmmm, I'm sure there is a point to all this Commander, and if there is...it has eluded me....

TUVOK:  The fact that you do not know the answer to your query suggests a lack of mental discipline. There are a number of useful and productive mental excercises available, and I have found them highly useful for relaxing and balancing the mind. Using this technique, I am sure the solution to your query will present itself.

PICARD: ......Conference.

THE DOCTOR:  I am a Doctor, not a sounding board for your inane repartee.

LILY AND PICARD:  Jean-Luc, the chicken's gunna die........NOOOO..!

GARAK: Why, that is a fascinating question. Fortunately I still have a number of friends and former associates on Cardassia... Of course it shan't be an easy task to get an answer out of Central Command, but I shall endeavour to make some subtle enquires. 

WORF:  If it were any other chicken, I would kill it where it stands....!

ODO:  It may have felt uncomfortable with its own people.

QUARK:  Well, I'm no expert on chickens, but I guarantee it went to great lengths to bribe all that traffic to get across in one piece...!

NOMAD: Does not compute, does not compute.

WORF:  Chickens were an economical menace, and were considered a mortal enemy of the empire. An entire fleet was sent to seek out their homeworld, and eradicate them.

 

We've pretty much all heard about some of the Star Trek scripts that didn't make it to the screen, such as the proposed 5th season horror 'IQ Test' (TNG), but what about the others that didn't make it. Would these have been hits, or misses?

 

Tuvok, on the realisation that he hasn't had sex for seven years suddenly goes completely mad on the bridge. He insanely runs into the turbo lift, rides to the mess hall where he sprints up to Neelix, and kills him horribly with various martial art techniques -offering no explanation.

Projected Title: Amok Tuvok

 

After Quark is forced to shut his bar after a vole infestation, Morn, in a sudden panic steals a runabout and goes on a bold adventure into the unknown in a desperate attempt to find another alcoholic establishment.
Projected Title: Where No Morn Has Gone Before

 

A lost survivor of the Tribble species is discovered on the Station to the utter horror and dismay of Worf. With the Tribble on the run, he immediately assembles a fearless and blood thirsty hunting party with Martok and two other Klingon warriors. They set off in the Defiant on an heroic expedition to slay the abominable creature.
Projected Title: The Tribble With Troubles

 

After various maintenance checks and stringent analysis and diagnostic routines, all aboard Voyager realise to their astonishment that the ship is just dandy in all areas. There's no problem with the engines, the replicators and the holodecks will run smootly for months without the worry of breakdown, instability or sudden character sentience.
Projected Title: Starship Fine

 

Having admitted to being naturally attracted to men with no hair, Guinan finally comes out and admits her undying love for Picard. But, as their coutrship commences, Vash appears onboard, and a savage and bitter love triangle ensues....
Projected Title: Favour The Bald

 

The crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise, upon completion of their 7 year voyage, find themselves encountering another Galaxy class ship, and crewed by exact duplicates of themselves. Upon establishing contact, and discovering their doppelgangers are the opposite of themselves, in sex as well as actions, they realise that this is yet another one of Q's jokes, and discover that this is his birthday gift to Captain Picard.
Projected Title: Deja View To A Thrill
Submitted by John Wallace, thanks John
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What would it be like on Starfleet's most boring ship? What it be like if you didn't ever run into the Borg, the Cardassians, the Romulans, or any brand new races etc. What if you never got to go on an interesting mission ever? It can't be all photon torpedoes and exciting new discoveries for most of Starfleet's personnel. So what would an average week be like?

 

MONDAY

The ship's crew stumble across the relics of an ancient alien probe of unknown origin. On closer inspection, the engineers are surprised to discover that there is nothing abnormal about it; that although barely operational does conform to all known and expected parameters.

TUESDAY

The Bridge receives a garbled message from a distant outpost where a group of fringe scientists are conducting experiments on some outlandish scientific theory. After racing to the distant laboratory at high warp, they discover that the supposed 'distress call' was nothing more than a simple status report that had been corrupted due to subspace fluctuations, and that all the scientists, and their families were completely fine, and mentally stable.

WEDNESDAY

Paranoia seems to be sweeping the ship as one of the Bridge crew seems to be acting very strangely and most untoward. Word is that he may have been taken over by aliens, or that he's a replicant imposter. All are at their guard, and all stations are operating at yellow alert, until that is a security team on searching the officer's quarters for clues find an array of mostly harmless marijuana joints stuffed behind the sonic shower.

THURSDAY

All onboard fear for the worst when the ship is sucked into a temporal rift and back through time. When the crew get to their feet, and Bridge officers begin a series of temporal computations to calculate the era into which they've been flung. After bracing themselves they discover the final estimated figure suggested a time jump of only 8 minutes back in time. Ship chronometers were recalibrated to compensate....

FRIDAY

After holodeck 3 experiences some potentially catastrophic technical difficulties, several crew members and their children are trapped in the matrix in a hazardous simulation where a number a Flotter characters have turned horribly against them in the Forest of Forever. In a bitter struggle to survive, they manage to hold out for a few worrying seconds until engineers successfully, and without incident shut the simulation down and prize the holodeck doors open for them to safely escape.

SATURDAY

On the discovery that there may be a lethal unknown disease of alien origin sweeping the ship, quarantine fields are put in place from deck to deck in a desperate attempt to contain the contamination. About twenty minutes into the life and death struggle to treat the infected in sickbay, the ship's doctor manages to locate an already existing cure in the medical database, and all are returned to normal within the hour.

SUNDAY

To ease the undying tedium of life aboard ship, the Bridge officers arrange a tri-dimensional chess match in the mess hall. But as the tournament gets underway, an emergency message comes in from Starfleet stating a Borg incursion has been detected, prompting a fleet-wide red alert. Just before the Captain lays in the heading to intercept the cube, word comes through that there are indeed some other, closer ships within the area that can handle the emergency instead.