^ Murderous carjackers who found a way home,
Uh, yeah, most carjackers do that sort of thing. Doesn't make it okay to steal a car and kill the driver.
or at least have a shot at it. Better that than dead saps who didn't have the will to do what they needed to do.
They didn't
need to do anything. They victimized others to make their lives more pleasant. They violated other people's rights. They could have chosen to settle on a planet, or make an alliance with a local power. They chose not to.
I believe they would have taken their chances in a Federation court-martial when they got home.
Bullshit arguments like that make me want to support the death penalty. I mean, seriously -- you'll disregard the most important rule of morality, "Don't murder people to make life easier for yourself," because you think the punishment will be insufficiently painful?
I mean, fuck man, what's keeping you from murdering your neighbors and stealing all their money, if that's how you think? Just the fear of getting caught?
'Cos what you're telling me is, you can't be trusted to actually do the right thing without the force of society to pressure you.
After all, you guys did bring up necessary evil...
There was nothing necessary about that evil, anymore than killing someone and stealing their car is necessary.
Remember,
Sci, you're talking to the guy who, in Neutral Zone discussions on the topic, cheerfully advocated vaporizing large and heavily-populated sections of Iran and Pakistan if it meant attempting to keep as many nuclear weapons and materials out of the hands of religious extremists as can possibly be arranged. Remember those chats? I'm
not exactly the person to be quibbling about how to define "doing the right thing" and "necessary evil" with.
Ransom and the
Equinox crew felt they needed to do this. For unknown and unexplained reasons, they did not choose to settle on the hospitality aliens world. Perhaps the hospitality aliens offered them sanctuary in return for the
Equinox itself, a choice that Ransom, et al would have found completely unpalatable; granted, the hospitality aliens didn't appear so smarmy and arrogant as the Kazon, but perhaps there were good (and untold) reasons why they could not negotiate an agreement.
Maybe it was just simply one of the most human and understandable of desires...to get back home. I'm gonna circle back to this one in just a few minutes.
For whatever reasons, they chose to try and get home. In order to implement that choice, they had to do some distasteful things, such as, oh, I dunno, shovel the liquid-Schwartz aliens into the warp core? I'm sure, at least insofar as I can be sure of the motives of fictional characters in a fictional sci-fi universe, that they would have liked it if their situation had not been so dire and the need to seize and convert aliens so necessary to the task of getting home.
And as I already explained, ad nauseum, dialogue supports the premise that they had
just enough power to enter orbit of this world; they were gonna have to do
something if they wanted to put their choice into action.
"I mean, fuck man, what's keeping you from murdering your neighbors and stealing all their money, if that's how you think? Just the fear of getting caught?" (Again, I don't know how to divide up quotes; sorry)
Well, as you might understand, my personal day-to-day situation is vastly different from Ransom's. I actually like my neighbors; one is an Army Reservist recruiter who served as an active-duty Ranger for several years and the other is a fitness specialist and Mormon and lifelong member of the NRA. I'm just a chubby, middle-aged train-drivin' schlub, and clearly I would be on the lower rung of the survival ladder when compared to my guys on either side of my house. In fact, if the planet ever underwent an extinction-level event,
I could probably be perceived as the equivalent of liquid Schwartz!
What, did you think I had a plan whereby at the first sign of nationwide EMP or something like that I promptly run over and shoot my Ranger neighbor, then utilize his weaponry to wipe out my Mormon neighbor to seize his vast storage of foodstuffs and then sell the surviving members of their households into slavery? Because I decidedly do
not. I don't murder my neighbors because they're nice guys with nice families, and we've all enjoyed living in close proximity for several years in a very nice and crime-free neighborhood. In fact, I'm rather offended that you think I'd do such a thing.
"'Cos what you're telling me is, you can't be trusted to actually do the right thing without the force of society to pressure you."
What I'm telling you is why I believe the fictional actions of the fictional characters of Ransom and the
Equinox crew, given the extinction-level situation they found themselves in in a fictional sci-fi universe, made rational sense to me. Obviously it's not how Starfleet officers would necessarily act in day-to-day circumstances. But what they found themselves in was not day-to-day, it was life or death. Hell, it wasn't even
that cheerful of a choice. It was more like die in interstellar space or have a long shot at making it home. Their chances were slim or none. Just because I felt the goddamned fictional crew was justified in doing what they did means that I'm gonna kill my real-life neighbors. Jesus H Christ,
Sci.
And now I circle back to the desire to return home. I don't know if you (by which I mean not only
Sci but any of you sitting down and eating popcorn while you watch us thrash this issue out on the BBS) know any soldiers serving in the Middle East at present time and talk about recent events regarding escalating tensions between Israel and Iran and talk of pre-emptive strikes and those possibly escalating into the detonating-nuclear weapons-level of friendly disagreement between neighboring nations...but I have. Not only with my former-Ranger neighbor (who did three deployments Downrange) (and also shared with me a very interesting book,
The Last Centurion by John Ringo, which discusses just this very thing) but other friends and relatives serving. A few noteworthy exceptions aside, they'd do whatever was necessary, overcome any obstacle, to return home. And woe betide anyone who gets in the way.