Imagine if Titan!Moon has no idea what Speakers are like he's so old maybe older than concept of city speakers? And the way he and Earth communicate is maybe similar to how titans and speakers usually communicate.. So imagine him getting spooked when rando cybertronian randomly uses the way he and Earth use to talk.. Funny thought
Windblade: Greetings-
Moon: what the frag
No no this is a good thought. I agree with your assessment here. He fled Cybertron after the Predacons were destroyed. Prior to that I doubt he had much interaction with anyone aside from his few citizens before they were lost. Earth was an exception to the general communication issues that plague Titans and those who associate with them.
He would have long assumed that the ability to talk to Titans died with the Predacons since the few Cybertronians that came near straight up ignored him. Cue him being SHOOK when Windblade rolls up and very respectfully calls out to him. The poor thing is going to be terrified for a grand total of two minutes. Not talking to anyone but Earth and occasionally Unicron will have likely left him very poetic and formal.
I can already see it. He would likely cling to Windblade immediately since she would be the only one, to his knowledge, capable of hearing him. To him, Windblade is now Citizen #1. Its been far too long since he's had any of Primus's children to watch over. Having someone to hear him and bring new citizens? Well those long dormant Titan desires are going to come back strong.
Moon: Hail to you, child of Primus born of the stars. You call for me amidst the void. How have you pulled apart the veil to breech the whispers of my mind?
Windblade: Great Titan, I am a Speaker. I can hear all your kind and will speak on your behalf.
Moon: Blessed be to you child of Primus. Long have I lacked the companionship of young sparks under my watchful gaze.
Windblade: I can imagine it has been difficult for you without any citizens. I am surprised you have remained this sane.
Moon: My dear one whom l watch over had safeguarded my spark. She offers me her attention and I in turn grant her my devotion.
Windblade: Wait, she whom you watch over?
Moon: My darling Earth. She is so vibrant, like a supernova and a constellation of joy all combined into one. She is my muse and mistress. To her, I give myself freely.
Windblade, to everyone else: Guys, we may have more than just a Titan on our servos.
Earth is just happy her lovely companion is finally getting the chance to potentially rear children as well. She's had a lovely time with hers after all.
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On the Changing Nature of the Borg
I was thinking about Season 2 of Star Trek: Picard yesterday, and I was once again struck by one of the things that disappointed me about the show: The complete retcon they gave the nature of the Borg.
I'm far from the first person to make this observation, and when I complained to friends about it last night, I was a little worried I might be doing the S2 writers a disservice. Maybe I was misremembering the details from the show and putting too much of my own interpretation on top of it. Or I might have latched on to somebody else's criticism and not checked to see if it was supported by the text.
But then I rewatched episode 2x09, "Hide and Seek" today, expecting to have to look very closely for the details that support my reading - only to find that I didn't over-interpret some throwaway line, this is a key piece of dialogue.
So, here it is: my thoughts and feelings about what happened to the Borg in season 2!
Spoilers for season 2 of Star Trek: Picard ahead, obviously. Also quite a bit of saltiness. (I have tagged this post accordingly, so please take this as your sign to blacklist that tag and/or stop reading if you're not in the mood for saltiness ;) )
Let us begin with a quick walk through the history of the Borg.
[Edit: That was a lie, I am incapable of "quick." Prepare yourself for a verbose trek through the history of the Borg.]
In TNG, they were introduced as practically a force of nature. They didn't hold grudges, they weren't ambitious or greedy or megalomaniacal. They didn't spread across the Galaxy because they wanted to be conquerors or rulers. They simply spread. Like a virus, or an invasive plant.
They added new technologies and biology into their collective to improve themselves and their chances of survival. Assimilation was akin to evolution for them. (I know this is not how biological evolution works. I'm using it as shorthand. )
These Borg didn't care that people might not want to be assimilated because for one, their objections would be overwritten once they were Borg, and for another, they had no chance of escaping their fate, anyway.
This first, original form of the Borg, in my opinion, was the most truly alien they have ever been.
This characterization started to collapse a bit once First Contact decided to introduce the Borg Queen as a weird psycho-sexual horror component, making the Borg less of a force of nature and more of a nominally collective hive-mind that operated like a person would.
Voyager definitely added to this interpretation of the Borg, making them more beholden to the moods and wishes of the Queen. They were no longer simply a dispassionate alien organism, moving through the galaxy in a quest for self-improvement because that was their nature. Instead, their characterization became more human, pursuing specific goals, strategies and motivations.
On some level, I completely understand this choice. Making your main series villain a force of nature rather than a character with personal motivation is difficult to pull off, especially when that isn't the main story you're trying to tell. But it did end up taking the Borg one step farther away from their original alien-ness.
One thing Voyager added to the mythos, though, that I find deeply fascinating is that instead of having the Borg Queen lust for power and control, or having her act out of fear and self-preservation, they instead focused on the concept of Perfection. In "The Omega Directive", Seven of Nine explains that to the Borg, the pursuit of Perfection is almost spiritual.
According to this interpretation, the Borg don't simply search out and assimilate new species because of an "evolutionary" drive for self-improvement. Instead, they are on a quest to reach a state of absolute perfection. They add new technologies and biological diversity in the hopes of coming closer to this goal and one day finding this most ideal state of existence.
These Borg don't care about your objections to assimilation, because they are convinced that their vision of perfection is universal. Every species must obviously strive for perfection and they can offer that, so why would you ever want to resist? They have no concept of the fact that others might not define perfection in the way they do, might not strive for it at all, or that "perfection" at the cost of giving up all individuality and sovereignty might not be an acceptable trade-off for people.
(And no, Voyager is not internally consistent about this. Barely any long-running tv show is entirely internally consistent. But the point still stands.)
On some level, this drive also brings the Borg closer to humanity: less dispassionate virus and more colonizers who come to extract value from “lesser cultures” and impose a more enlightened way of life on them because They Know What's Best. Still, I think the relentless, uncompromizing pursuit of a nigh-spiritual ideal of Perfection and utter disinterest in personhood and self-determination of other people make the Borg into a formidable and, at the end of the day, alien villain.
Which brings us to season 2 of Star Trek: Picard.
The thing that rubbed me the wrong way about the way the Borg were characterized here is summed up in an exchange between Jurati and the Borg Queen:
Jurati: "Millions of species, planets, and still you always needed more."
Borg Queen: "Perfection takes time, dear."
Jurati: "This was never about perfection or evolution or any of that bullshit. It was never enough, because you're just like me. Lonely."
And that's it. In all of five sentences, we have retconned the entire history, motivation and fundamental nature of one of the main alien species of the Trek universe.
Everything we have been told about the Borg, everything they have said about their reasons and their character, none of it was true. They have been lying to all of us and to themselves this entire time. They aren't a force of nature or a people/collective organism in pursuit of a higher ideal. Instead, it was all a single woman's misguided quest to not feel alone anymore.
Now, I understand that for some people, this revelation adds a new layer of complexity to a villain that had grown somewhat stale. And I have seen others argue that they like the idea that the Borg collective is actually all about connection. If that's you, I'm not saying you're wrong or trying to ruin your enjoyment of these characters.
But personally, I find this development rather disappointing. This plot twist retroactively changes not only the philosophy, psychology, and raison d'être of a fascinating alien culture but also the narrative significance of the Borg in the Trek cosmos.
Before, they were in conflict with the Federation because they refused (or were unable) to look outwards and see that there was more than one "correct" mode of existence, and that the life of people different than them had worth. Now, the conflict arises because they refuse to look inward and acknowledge that what they are really looking for cannot be achieved through conquest.
Where before they assimilated civilizations in a quest for utmost perfection no matter the cost, now they are assimilating masses of people in the hopes of creating a chorus that will drown out the loneliness.
Don't get me wrong, that sort of twist can make for an intriguing villain arc, but firstly, it needs to be executed with a lot more care than season 2 made room for, and secondly, it works a lot better for individuals or groups of individuals than for a species that is ostensibly a telepathic hive-mind.
(Seriously, the in-universe implications -- for the Prime-timeline Borg, the Federation, the xBs -- are staggering and are glossed over completely on the show. Then again, this is the same season that doesn't bother to show (or tell) whether Agnes Jurati chooses to remain with the Borg Queen out of a genuine desire to create a new collective or as a desperate bargain to save her friends. You know. The culminating moment of her character arc in season 2. But that is another rant.)
At the end of the day, I don't feel like this newly-revealed secret motivation adds a fresh layer of complexity to a well-known villain. Instead, I think it takes away many of the aspects that made the Borg intriguing, both narratively and as an alien species, and turns them into something much more human and, frankly, much more banal.
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Sometimes I forget how evident it is the types of characters I gravitate towards f/o wise like. Romantic, Platonic, Familial, no matter what their are certain characters I tend to feel that connection with that tend to have a visualization or connection to one of four things
You've got
The Sun/Day - Sun, Gojo, Jackie, Nemona, Astrid, Luffy, Shanks, Wukong, Mari
The Moon/Night/Stars - Moondrop, Cassandra, Howl, Stardust Cookie, Moonlight Cookie, Stardust Cookie, Luna, Nebula, Carol, Jim, Arvin, Silver, Giovanni, Mihawk
The Fire - Sanji, Red Son, Axel, Capsaicin Cookie, Ember, Mei, Ace, Toriel, Asgore
The Neurodiverce - Axel, N, Metal Sonic, Thistle Whistle, Link, Robin, Hifumi, Penny, Tails, Sunny/Omori, Mihawk
Like. I can't complain but it's kind of funny how frequently these kinds of characters are ones I look at and have interest in sknglkndsk
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who: @falcxnking
where: the vale lodgings, follow the second death of king rowan arryn, first of his name
A veiled figure in black silks had remained stood beside the casket of the late King for what felt like hours; hands clasped before her, though they were not clutched in desperation, but in acceptance; as the Knights of the Vale stood vigil around the drapes of navy and silver. The room was dark, and candles burned; soon they would prepare to send Rowan Arryn to rest, thoroughly this time.
She prayed the second time would hurt less, and yet, it was this time she would finally look upon his face; her tears were silent beneath her veil as she muttered her prayers, prayers that the love of her life would find some peace and some rest, all he had never had in life.
There was much Guinevere Lannister had learned from Rowan Arryn, most of all being that love was not something that was easy; it was not as easy as it was in the ballads and the poems, those ballads and poems that never spoke on the growing distance between a man and his wife once the drama and the theatrics were over. Once the wars had been won, once the wedding had been done - what then?
Her ladies and attendants remained by the walls and by the doors, and her eyes burned and blurred as she thought of the small piece of him the Gods had blessed her with before taking him away; the son that had been born with his dark orbs and even his freckles. Her hand reached out to gently touch her husband’s freckles now, and a broken smile came across her lips as she remembered being so captivated by them the first time she laid eyes upon him.
How she had never imagined him to have freckles, in all their years; how she knew his handwriting, but never knew his face.
They were such different people, herself and Rowan Arryn - and no doubt they were different in regards to what they would have done now. She could almost feel him beside her, his hand on the small of her back, urging her to be strong; to stand by their son as he took his place on the throne and secure his safety. But she did not want that; she did not want her son upon the Mountain throne.
It was a land where his name alone would see him butchered on his own roads; a name that held much weight, but held much risk too. And that was not his true name, in the end, was it? The Gods knew this; she could not continue to test them, not when he was gone. Not lest their fury turn to her son, the only piece of him she had left; Jasper need not be King to be special to those who mattered. She needed him close to her; she could not leave him amongst the mountains if she was on the ground, within the grasses of the lions.
Jasper was a Lannister. He was no Arryn. The Gods knew this. She could only pray they would understand and accept her sins, and the lies she would continue to tell, for the sake of love. The things she did for love.
The young falcon had approached her, and she turned to look upon him; his face was darkened, no doubt disturbed by all that had happened. His own family had been ripped apart, and if the rumours were true, then he too nearly found himself dead by the hands of his own blood; if it were not for the Hand of the King. He needed to secure himself, secure his reign; it would make it all so much easier for him. She did not lift her veil as she spoke to him.
“My son is not of Arryn blood.”
And so she chose to damn and curse herself; knowing entirely how her words sounded, what assumption one would make of her. She would fall from grace time and time again for those she had sworn herself to, even in their death. Should she call him brother still? Were they still family? How did this work?
“Do with that what you must to secure yourself.”
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