Viking space bunnies
May. 24th, 2014 05:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethIn the middle of a long and complicated dream, I dreamed I hid in an SF convention, on a Sunday morning. Everyone was in the main hall, and the main cast filed in in their pyjamas and maybe dressing gowns. They looked kind of like the Vikings cast, except I haven't watched Vikings so I don't mean specific individuals, more like the hair styles with the shaved sides and length and plaits, plus beards.
And one guy, in a green plaid bathrobe yet somehow still looking vaguely badass, got the mic and started talking in this weird Daleky voice, or rather sort of chanting, as audience started stamping time. Chanting the intro, like alliterative Star Trek Space, the final frontier, but in a flat and grating voice, describing this ship that came up on screen.
And it was a beauty, all smooth curves, kind of longship looking, kind of looking like a blade, all gleaming red in shades somewhere between ship sides and old blood. And down at the end there were three curved fins, like the really old school rockets, but curling in they looked more like a grabbing claw. The rocket flame fired in their grasp, and the music kicked in, grating guitar strings. And then the whole thing, cast in pyjamas and all, managed to be metal as fuck.
Vikings in space.
Now I want to see it.
Granted, it would be sort of 'what if humans were the bad guys'. But you start off with a depleted Earth, no resources, no decent farm land, nothing to trade. All they've got going for them are the skills and knowledge that let them make three things really well: weapons, armour, and ships.
They could bring back seeds and cattle and so forth, but the land is screwed, there's nowhere left to really grow the stuff. Most livestock is too fragile to survive; they're pretty much down to goats. So they know that every winter someone is going to starve, so if you're going to go, why not go in glory? So they'd head out to raid richer lands, maybe collect protection money off them, maybe scoop up people from their centres of learning and be all 'okay, you come up with a better way'. And there'd be some of them looking for, well, Norfolk, a new and richer home they could just move in to and stay, but space turns out to be crowded, and anywhere they could colonise is already taken.
... around that point it makes sense to send humanitarian aid in the form of self sufficient space stations, or airponics, or any of the myriad forms of tech that should make this kind of thing irrelevant long before we get the hang of interstellar travel. But where's the fun in that?
Plus probably the neighbours would be all, try peace and democracy! And maybe sending peacekeepers in. And not understanding why anyone would fight because they just can't grok not having enough to go around even when everyone works hardest.
So, scarce resources, eco disaster, post apocalyptic pretty much,
Vikings in space.
With the hair. And swords, because you don't want to trash the other guy's stuff with bullets when you're planning to bring it home.
Someone should get on that.
And one guy, in a green plaid bathrobe yet somehow still looking vaguely badass, got the mic and started talking in this weird Daleky voice, or rather sort of chanting, as audience started stamping time. Chanting the intro, like alliterative Star Trek Space, the final frontier, but in a flat and grating voice, describing this ship that came up on screen.
And it was a beauty, all smooth curves, kind of longship looking, kind of looking like a blade, all gleaming red in shades somewhere between ship sides and old blood. And down at the end there were three curved fins, like the really old school rockets, but curling in they looked more like a grabbing claw. The rocket flame fired in their grasp, and the music kicked in, grating guitar strings. And then the whole thing, cast in pyjamas and all, managed to be metal as fuck.
Vikings in space.
Now I want to see it.
Granted, it would be sort of 'what if humans were the bad guys'. But you start off with a depleted Earth, no resources, no decent farm land, nothing to trade. All they've got going for them are the skills and knowledge that let them make three things really well: weapons, armour, and ships.
They could bring back seeds and cattle and so forth, but the land is screwed, there's nowhere left to really grow the stuff. Most livestock is too fragile to survive; they're pretty much down to goats. So they know that every winter someone is going to starve, so if you're going to go, why not go in glory? So they'd head out to raid richer lands, maybe collect protection money off them, maybe scoop up people from their centres of learning and be all 'okay, you come up with a better way'. And there'd be some of them looking for, well, Norfolk, a new and richer home they could just move in to and stay, but space turns out to be crowded, and anywhere they could colonise is already taken.
... around that point it makes sense to send humanitarian aid in the form of self sufficient space stations, or airponics, or any of the myriad forms of tech that should make this kind of thing irrelevant long before we get the hang of interstellar travel. But where's the fun in that?
Plus probably the neighbours would be all, try peace and democracy! And maybe sending peacekeepers in. And not understanding why anyone would fight because they just can't grok not having enough to go around even when everyone works hardest.
So, scarce resources, eco disaster, post apocalyptic pretty much,
Vikings in space.
With the hair. And swords, because you don't want to trash the other guy's stuff with bullets when you're planning to bring it home.
Someone should get on that.