Planetary Government
POSTED BY: Asiansolo
UPDATED: Friday, April 17, 2009 08:59
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I also found this on Boros:
Boros – the junkyard of the Alliance. Not its official name, of course – but that was pretty much what it was, truth be told. It had no unique claim except for the vast scrap fields which the Alliance constantly refurbished with broken parts and junk, as well as perfectly usable tools that just didn’t meet the rigorous qualifications of the Alliance fleet. Wouldn’t want an Alliance city-cruiser to fall apart just because someone only used half-decent bolts on the grav stabilisers, would we?…Probably best if you don’t answer that. Don’t want to get involved in politics, do we now? Not with those aforementioned city-cruisers still floating around up above our heads, at any rate.
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SpaceAnjl, You are amazing. It's gift to be able to describe worlds that exist only in another persons brain and get it right IMHO.
Tiny bit of an Anglophile myself, being Southern and Episcoplian but with a bit of New World rebellion thrown in. I think I'd fit best on one of the main towns (no cities exist, the planet is very rural) on Shadow.
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Yeah, Shadow is 'Lonesome Dove' writ large.
A sky big as freedom, and places where you can sit on your porch and watch your dog run away for three days. The MidWest as it should have been. No 'Injuns', no slavery, all just folks getting by.
Or it was.
edit: of course, the reason that I can see these worlds so well is because (my theory, anyhow) Joss uses my brain to store his ideas when he's not using them. 
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SpaceAnjl,
Can I borrow Joss's ideas a minute?
I see Shadow more as central Texas along the I-35 corridor from south of Dallas south to San Antonio.
Rolling hills covered with grass and scrub trees. Rivers and creeks fed by springs that create swimming holes along the way. And refreshed by rain that comes in buckets with enough thunder, lightning and wind to rattle your teeth.
A land where a person with just a credit or two to their name can be just as successful in a few years as the person that landed with a pocketful of credits just by working harder. And if you need a helping hand, all you have to do is ask your neighbors, or sometimes they just show up.
Small towns with just a general store, a church of course, maybe a bank or if the town folks can afford it, a small school for the kids.
Very independent people that nevertheless work together very well.
That to me is where Mal came from.
Now just some Tejas trivia. Texas is the only state that can legally succeed because it was once an independent nation, the Republic of Texas. And it has it's own Serenity Valley/Gettysburg in The Alamo. The heroes, Davy Crockett, Jim Bowie and all the others that died there are still revered today.
I spent 3 years in Killeen, TX, about an hour north of Austin on the I-35 corridor at Ft. Hood as a military spouse. I felt so comfortable and welcome where ever I went in Texas Even the big cities had a down home flavor.
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That really sounds like it - although Alan and Summer are the real Texans, I think Mal has some of that Lone Star spirit.
I'm now imagining a very young Mal, flinching a little from the storm, but being a 'big boy', and counting between the lightening and the thunder.
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Quote:
Originally posted by SpaceAnJL:
I'm now imagining a very young Mal, flinching a little from the storm, but being a 'big boy', and counting between the lightening and the thunder.
back on shadow, tender aged and racing to his mother gleeful of his prize, racing from the woman’s yard where he and a few other children used to play – racing through the unexpected summer storm, racing with the soggy picture held tight and crumpled… and his ma looking down upon it and saying, “Ah hell Mal, it aint but ink running now”… and the colours had seeped with the rain and the colours had leaked together, leaked out of the picture and into his hands, onto his fingers, the same, the very same fingers he watched now…
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I hope you don't mind, SpaceANJL, but I've added your description of Dyton to Schofield's bio.
EDIT: I also noticed that the Shinon description was just a brief, do you have anything more then that?
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Not a lot more yet - that was from a fic in progress that I'm returning to, once I get the joint WytchAnJL thing I'm on finished.
I can give you a few more ideas about the the feel of the place, though. There is a rail system, very clean, very fast, where the guards try to keep the noodle-sellers and the poor off the station concourse. Street-level is where the action is. Clean glass and steel and hanging greenery from a distance, and then a bright confusion of stalls, people, tiny rickshaws with hover-engines at the front weaving in and out of the smarter traffic. The tech is there, the ad screens and the like, but the aesthetic is deliberately old-fashioned, scarlet and gilt and dragons.
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An elegant blade runer...
Sounds slightly familiar with a story I wrote for my English teacher once.
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