Black Hat Brigade #3 and #4
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wingedbeastScene #3
Exterior Establishing Shot: Jules Verne Memorial Multiverse Multistation. Port-interactives connecting to the sea, to airline runways, to deep space, and to areas of less definitive realities.
Interior Establishing Shot: A long, very large hallway between gates and baggage collection, dotted with various travel-based businesses of various genres.
Two people stand together, a sign at their side. One of the two is Susan, wearing a fitted jacket, long pencil skirt and nylons, and wide brimmed hat, all black of course. At her side is her trusty black parasole.
Beside her stands a man in wild-west garb, with a similar color scheme to his black hat, black hair, and wild black goatee. His hands are by his holsters. His mouth hangs open in an angry, but not-too-bright look.
Man: Miss Pevensie?
Susan: Ms., Mr. Tannen, Ms.
Buford: Beg pardon. Ms. Pevensie, I know we talked 'bout this, but I gotta ask again, to be sure an' to do the whole exposition thing.
Susan: As you feel you must, Mr. Tannen.
Buford: When they get here, yer prolly gonna wanna call me Mad Dog.
Susan: If you feel that best, I will, thank you. I realize you dislike the title.
Buford: It does what I need it to. Anyhow, I get that they're all gonna show up, even though you only invited the one.
Susan: A matter of thematic and character consistency, yes.
Buford: You sure I can handle 'em all on my lonesome? Shouldn't I have my gang here? What, wit' us standin' all out in the open.
Susan: I doubt the necessity will strike for more than the merest of moments. Should it do so, the two of us will be up to the task.
Buford: If'n you say so.
Loud Speaker: Arrivals in from gate Pi to the Pi'th digit. Incoming from genres mixed of space opera, cyber punk, steam punk, and western.
Buford: That'll be them. *picks up the sign*
Down the hallway a number of persons walk past. The loud speaker indicates other exits leading to destinations of comic books, television, movies, with a very interesting characters following the line to online webcomics and youtube fiction series.
A woman in long, saffron robes walks directly for the two, who carry a sign reading "Inara". She gives a gentle curtsy.
Inara: Susan Pevensie. It is an honor.
Susan: An honor shared, I assure you. I realize your time is short, so I've made arrangements for tea at the veranda of The Crumpet.
Inara glances at Buford and pauses: Will you be joining us.
Buford: I don' think so. I was told to be here for your friends.
Inara shares a knowing look with Susan.: I tried to tell them to stay away.
Susan: It's quite alright. I'm well aware of the reputation of my association.
Buford: Yer friends think they're good guys, right?
Inara gives a genuine look of confusion: Why, we are the good guys.
Buford: Uh...
Susan: No need to have that conversation right here. If you would simply call your friends out, Mad Dog, here, has an expense account to treat them to dinner while we have our conversation.
Scene #4
Establishing Shot: The Crumpet is a high-end restaurant, with well appointed tables. The veranda overlooks a daytime seascape with a waterfall constantly pouring into a star-filled space.
Inara drinks her tea: You must forgive my directness. But, I do believe you asked to meet for a reason?
Susan: Indeed. I don't know how much you know about The Black Hat Brigade. But, it serves our interest to know more about the Alliance.
Cut to
Establishing Shot: The Semi-Genre-Saloon has Western influence with liberal doses of Steam Punk. The food is served hot and plentiful.
A waitress brings out the order.: One bowl of chili. Three unagi don rancheros (or whatever kind of fusion cuisine is supposed to happen in a world with a lot of Chinese cultural influence but, strangely, very little people of Asian descent). One order of California Rolls.
Mal, Zoe, and Jayne size up Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen. Buford scoops a spoon full of chili into his mouth and chews while they watch.
River Tam: You're very angry.
Buford *mildly embarrassed*: I'm gettin' counselin' on that.
River: You're dangerous.
Buford: ... well... yeah.
River: I can kill you with my mind.
Buford *mildly interested*: I heard that 'bout you.
River: Why are you a bad guy?
Buford: Why don't you ask them? *motions to the other three*
Cut to Inara and Susan
Inara: I hope you're not looking to include The Alliance in your organization.
Susan: I might. We see very little of the real Alliance in your franchise. What we do see of life within the Alliance indicates a Democracy with enforced Constitutional Rights.
Inara looks surprised at first, but quickly recovers: It's well established that I was once in favor of the Alliance. But, after the movie, surely much of the argument is lost.
Susan: The movie shows us the actions of a shadowy faction of the government that cannot be known to the citizens or, likely, the majority of the body politic. The series gives us mere glimpses, but those glimpses do suggest something different.
Inara: In the series, the episode 'Ariel', the agents killed a guard for merely having spoken to River and Simon.
Susan: Yet, before he died, the guard acted, in all respects, as though he had a reasonable expectation of rights.
Cut to
Mal: I figure you gotta have brains a solid stupid if you think you can get away with sayin' something like that.
Buford: Nope. You guys is bad guys. You just happen to be wearin' the white hats.
Zoe: A man might cause offense sayin' a thing like that.
Jayne: Is somebody offendin'? Are we gonna shoot people? *grins*
Buford: No shootin'. Security here will paint our shirts read so fast you won't know what's happenin'. Suddenly, we ain't gonna be the main characters, but the background guys that prove to someone else that you don' mess with security in a multiverse multiport. You wanna argue yer case, you go right ahead.
Mal and Zoe lean back, affecting a more relaxed position.
Mal: We ain't the bad guys. We go up against the Reavers and The Alliance.
Buford: Nah, near as I can tell, yer the charmin' bad guys, the ones that can ally wit' the good guys against greater threats, but mostly do bad things, like smuggling, stealing an' fencin' medicine. You prolly wind up on the same side that's fightin' the secretive cabals in the Alliance government, but only ery so often.
Mal: Secretive cabals in the Alliance government? That's some Goram yī dà tuó dà biàn. The Alliance fought themselves a war to control the putter rims and take away their freedoms.
Buford: Freedoms to what? To have a rich guy run an entire planet like his private west-world theme park? To have some Russian crime guy run entire worlds? To burn young ladies at the stake like witches?
Now, this is after my time, but I done got some history lessons from them Forest Gump Liberals, and what yer sayin' sounds a whole lot like the white-washin' that American Southerners give to the American Civil War.
Zoe: Did you just accuse us of being pro-slavery?
Buford: I accused you of not exactly tellin' the history wit' complete accuracy. Come on, the Alliance don't exactly look like it's some kind Panem.
Cut to
Inara: That is certainly... a great deal to derive from very little.
Susan: We work with the canonical resources available.
Inara: I'm afraid I cannot tell you much more than you already know. The Alliance, as a nation and as a government, simply has not been given any more characterization than shown.
Susan: Something with which we, at the Black Hat Brigade, are well familiar.
((About now, I really need comments, to see whether or not this should continue and, if it does, suggestions on other fictional characters/elements that could use a fuller, less simplistic look.))
Exterior Establishing Shot: Jules Verne Memorial Multiverse Multistation. Port-interactives connecting to the sea, to airline runways, to deep space, and to areas of less definitive realities.
Interior Establishing Shot: A long, very large hallway between gates and baggage collection, dotted with various travel-based businesses of various genres.
Two people stand together, a sign at their side. One of the two is Susan, wearing a fitted jacket, long pencil skirt and nylons, and wide brimmed hat, all black of course. At her side is her trusty black parasole.
Beside her stands a man in wild-west garb, with a similar color scheme to his black hat, black hair, and wild black goatee. His hands are by his holsters. His mouth hangs open in an angry, but not-too-bright look.
Man: Miss Pevensie?
Susan: Ms., Mr. Tannen, Ms.
Buford: Beg pardon. Ms. Pevensie, I know we talked 'bout this, but I gotta ask again, to be sure an' to do the whole exposition thing.
Susan: As you feel you must, Mr. Tannen.
Buford: When they get here, yer prolly gonna wanna call me Mad Dog.
Susan: If you feel that best, I will, thank you. I realize you dislike the title.
Buford: It does what I need it to. Anyhow, I get that they're all gonna show up, even though you only invited the one.
Susan: A matter of thematic and character consistency, yes.
Buford: You sure I can handle 'em all on my lonesome? Shouldn't I have my gang here? What, wit' us standin' all out in the open.
Susan: I doubt the necessity will strike for more than the merest of moments. Should it do so, the two of us will be up to the task.
Buford: If'n you say so.
Loud Speaker: Arrivals in from gate Pi to the Pi'th digit. Incoming from genres mixed of space opera, cyber punk, steam punk, and western.
Buford: That'll be them. *picks up the sign*
Down the hallway a number of persons walk past. The loud speaker indicates other exits leading to destinations of comic books, television, movies, with a very interesting characters following the line to online webcomics and youtube fiction series.
A woman in long, saffron robes walks directly for the two, who carry a sign reading "Inara". She gives a gentle curtsy.
Inara: Susan Pevensie. It is an honor.
Susan: An honor shared, I assure you. I realize your time is short, so I've made arrangements for tea at the veranda of The Crumpet.
Inara glances at Buford and pauses: Will you be joining us.
Buford: I don' think so. I was told to be here for your friends.
Inara shares a knowing look with Susan.: I tried to tell them to stay away.
Susan: It's quite alright. I'm well aware of the reputation of my association.
Buford: Yer friends think they're good guys, right?
Inara gives a genuine look of confusion: Why, we are the good guys.
Buford: Uh...
Susan: No need to have that conversation right here. If you would simply call your friends out, Mad Dog, here, has an expense account to treat them to dinner while we have our conversation.
Scene #4
Establishing Shot: The Crumpet is a high-end restaurant, with well appointed tables. The veranda overlooks a daytime seascape with a waterfall constantly pouring into a star-filled space.
Inara drinks her tea: You must forgive my directness. But, I do believe you asked to meet for a reason?
Susan: Indeed. I don't know how much you know about The Black Hat Brigade. But, it serves our interest to know more about the Alliance.
Cut to
Establishing Shot: The Semi-Genre-Saloon has Western influence with liberal doses of Steam Punk. The food is served hot and plentiful.
A waitress brings out the order.: One bowl of chili. Three unagi don rancheros (or whatever kind of fusion cuisine is supposed to happen in a world with a lot of Chinese cultural influence but, strangely, very little people of Asian descent). One order of California Rolls.
Mal, Zoe, and Jayne size up Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen. Buford scoops a spoon full of chili into his mouth and chews while they watch.
River Tam: You're very angry.
Buford *mildly embarrassed*: I'm gettin' counselin' on that.
River: You're dangerous.
Buford: ... well... yeah.
River: I can kill you with my mind.
Buford *mildly interested*: I heard that 'bout you.
River: Why are you a bad guy?
Buford: Why don't you ask them? *motions to the other three*
Cut to Inara and Susan
Inara: I hope you're not looking to include The Alliance in your organization.
Susan: I might. We see very little of the real Alliance in your franchise. What we do see of life within the Alliance indicates a Democracy with enforced Constitutional Rights.
Inara looks surprised at first, but quickly recovers: It's well established that I was once in favor of the Alliance. But, after the movie, surely much of the argument is lost.
Susan: The movie shows us the actions of a shadowy faction of the government that cannot be known to the citizens or, likely, the majority of the body politic. The series gives us mere glimpses, but those glimpses do suggest something different.
Inara: In the series, the episode 'Ariel', the agents killed a guard for merely having spoken to River and Simon.
Susan: Yet, before he died, the guard acted, in all respects, as though he had a reasonable expectation of rights.
Cut to
Mal: I figure you gotta have brains a solid stupid if you think you can get away with sayin' something like that.
Buford: Nope. You guys is bad guys. You just happen to be wearin' the white hats.
Zoe: A man might cause offense sayin' a thing like that.
Jayne: Is somebody offendin'? Are we gonna shoot people? *grins*
Buford: No shootin'. Security here will paint our shirts read so fast you won't know what's happenin'. Suddenly, we ain't gonna be the main characters, but the background guys that prove to someone else that you don' mess with security in a multiverse multiport. You wanna argue yer case, you go right ahead.
Mal and Zoe lean back, affecting a more relaxed position.
Mal: We ain't the bad guys. We go up against the Reavers and The Alliance.
Buford: Nah, near as I can tell, yer the charmin' bad guys, the ones that can ally wit' the good guys against greater threats, but mostly do bad things, like smuggling, stealing an' fencin' medicine. You prolly wind up on the same side that's fightin' the secretive cabals in the Alliance government, but only ery so often.
Mal: Secretive cabals in the Alliance government? That's some Goram yī dà tuó dà biàn. The Alliance fought themselves a war to control the putter rims and take away their freedoms.
Buford: Freedoms to what? To have a rich guy run an entire planet like his private west-world theme park? To have some Russian crime guy run entire worlds? To burn young ladies at the stake like witches?
Now, this is after my time, but I done got some history lessons from them Forest Gump Liberals, and what yer sayin' sounds a whole lot like the white-washin' that American Southerners give to the American Civil War.
Zoe: Did you just accuse us of being pro-slavery?
Buford: I accused you of not exactly tellin' the history wit' complete accuracy. Come on, the Alliance don't exactly look like it's some kind Panem.
Cut to
Inara: That is certainly... a great deal to derive from very little.
Susan: We work with the canonical resources available.
Inara: I'm afraid I cannot tell you much more than you already know. The Alliance, as a nation and as a government, simply has not been given any more characterization than shown.
Susan: Something with which we, at the Black Hat Brigade, are well familiar.
((About now, I really need comments, to see whether or not this should continue and, if it does, suggestions on other fictional characters/elements that could use a fuller, less simplistic look.))
