Excerpt From the Journal of Imrhien Fargis

Monday, March 10, 2008

Temper, Temper

One of these days, my temper is really gonna get me into fierce
trouble. Sure, I don't lose it often, but when I do, it ain't pretty in any way.
See, what happened was, I walked into Firefly's last night and who should be
sittin' there at the bar but some gorram purplebelly officer from the IAV
Asimov, name of Faulkes, and what should he be doin' but insultin' and
criticisin' all the good folks of Blackburne Downport. 'Course it riled me up
somethin' fierce, so I started in grumblin' and makin' nasty comments. It was
stupid of me, cuz for all I know, that purplebelly went back to his big ship and
looked up all the troublemakers' files, and if he made the connection with me...
I reckon he'd have to be amazin'ly bright to work out who I am, and then it'd
only be a matter of time 'fore they drag me off in chains for some fancy trial
on Persephone to prove me guilty of some crime I never did do. I reckon, though,
they won't take me alive, cuz it'll be a cold day in hell 'fore I become some
legal scapegoat so the 'lliance can be lazy and not figure out who really shot
Chris. Ain't like he didn't deserve it, anyway, and I wish I'd been the one to
do it, cuz I wouldn'ta missed his cold, black heart, but I had my own problems,
and gettin' revenge on that cheatin' scum didn't even have time to occur to me
as I was tryin' to get off Persephone.

But really, the 'lliance has got some nerve, 'llowin' a man like that to
strut into Firefly's like that and start talkin' about how the 'lliance could
raise the social an' cultural standards of our moon, to civilize us. I reckon
the folk out on the rim ain't the ones that need civilizin', it's every gorram
one of those prejudiced, hateful, purplebellied scum. Purplebelly - the 'lliance
uniform should be yella. It was his kind that came here an' nuked this planet
into a radioactive wasteland, it was his kind that advanced evolution of the
folk 'round here. 'Sright, I said ADVANCED THE EVOLUTION of the folk 'round
here. They aren't some different species that needs to cringe and shirk away
from civilization - the people of this town are the most civilized folks I ever
did meet, and I been back an' forth cross this big 'verse an' seen more'n any
person ever should, so I ain't exactly uneducated when it comes to civilization.
'lliance needs to nuke themselves into a radioactive stone age - then they can
preach to everyone else 'bout it not bein' civilized for "a certain 'mount of
mixin'" to occur in our little town.

All I know is, if the 'lliance decides to make a fuss on Blackburne, I'll
be one of them who stands up to blast them nazi purplebellies back to their
little central planets. They hurt any of my friends an' I'll be a force to
reckoned with. Maybe that officer's smarter than I give him credit for, an'
maybe he won't come back to Firefly's after the tepid greetin' he received. We
can only hope, an' in the meantime, I'll be prayin' that no trouble comes o'
this.
Posted by Imrhien Fargis at 8:50 AM