*** (3 brightest stars out of 5)
Sometimes, a society will put very stupid and destructive systems in place that harm millions over thousands of years.
Welcome to Kaminar! Grab a basket and pick some kelp. Don’t catch space puberty or you’ll vanish into the sky forever. Don’t ever question it. I mean, maybe pick up all the masticated bones later, but remember... never question it.
Young Kelpian Saru sees hope in the sky where his contemplative, faithful people see unquestioning, willing death. Don’t ever question it, but pieces sometimes fall off the Ba’ul restaurant ships. Functional smartphone pieces with usable, apparently Kelpian-language touchscreens. Don’t ever use them to dial out. I’m looking at you, Saru. Don’t do it.
“Why does Balance mean that we cannot ask questions?” Questions like why did Saru’s Priest/Procurer father Aradar get old without passing through their big ritual and, subsequently, a Ba’ul digestive tract?
A radiant space creature named Lt. Georgiou appears and says Saru has caused quite a stir: the ridiculous organization she works for can make an exception for a smarty-pants like him in their complicated rules but he can never return. His sister Siranna, however delicious, does not get eaten by the eels at this time.
Did that shuttle just go to warp in an atmosphere or is that the same sound as impulse? Don’t ever question it.
THIS is the Georgiou I wish we got to know. Risking her life, job, and at the very least a crap ton of shitty paperwork for a stranger in a bind.
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