VillaMalcomngylon 5 - Our last, best hope for Nuevo
24th June 2009
It was the dawn of the third age of Tango, ten years after the Nuevo/Traditionalist war. The VillaMalcomngylon Project was a dream given form. Its goal: to prevent another war by creating a place where Nuevo and other dancers could work out their differences peacefully. It's a port of call, home away from home for teachers, hustlers, dancers, and wanderers. The year is 2258. The name of the place is VillaMalcomngylon 5. ~ Jeffrey Sinclair
VillaMalcomngylon 5 is a five-mile-long, 2.5 million-ton rotating space colony designed as a gathering place for the sentient tango-dancers of the galaxy, in order to foster neo-tango through diplomacy, trade, and cooperation.
Instead, acting as a center of political intrigue and conflict, the station becomes the linchpin of a massive intervenue war.
The dominant species are the Humans, Minbari, Narn, Centauri, and the Veronlons.
- The Veronlons regard their tango as vastly superior and on a different plane to other species.
- The Centauri are just there for the tea, cake and wine and nibbles
- "The Shadows" and their various allies are malevolent species who appear later and always dance with their partner facing away from them.
- Several dozen less powerful races form the League of Non-Aligned Worlds appear, including the Quebradans and the Cortesians.
- The Narn are there for showy moves, and tango fantasia.
- The Minbari society is structured around three quasi-ethnic castes . These castes are called Worker, Milonguero and Salon,
- Earth became involved in a deadly conflict with the just-discovered Minbari race. This war almost led to the extermination of the human race, but it was mysteriously halted at the last moment by the Minbari leadership for reasons that would remain secret for over a decade. This near-destruction of the human race led to the Earth Alliance creating the VillaMalcomngylon 5 space station as a means of preventing further wars.
G'Kar: I told you I could help. The Book of G'Ancho. Read it. We'll talk afterwards.
Garibaldi: I don't read Spanish.
G'Kar: [walking away from Garibaldi's quarters] Learn!
Susan Ivanova: Mr. Garibaldi, you're sitting at my DJ desk, using my equipment. Is there a reason for this, or to save time should I just snap your hand off at the wrist?
Kosh: The avalanche of the Tanda has already started. It is too late for the pebbles of dancers to vote.
Michael Garibaldi: Floorcraft protests are as much use at Negrachas as fairy wings on a cement truck.
Londo Mollari: Colgadas? They have been outlawed by every civilized planet!
Lord Antono Refa: These are uncivilized times.
Londo Mollari: We have codigos!
Lord Refa: Ink on a page!
[Londo rephrases Vir's report on the Traditionalists to make them look bad, to Vir's horror.]
Vir Cotto: They are deeply musical people!
Londo Mollari: Yes, now that you can leave in. It always scares people.
Londo Mollari: "The Traditionalists put great emphasis on art, literature, and music." Yes, but say instead they are decadent people interested only in the pursuit of...of dubious music. The dubious part is very important. It doesn't mean anything, but it scares people every time.
[Marcus and Franklin are killing time in a Milonga filled with Nuevo dancers.]
Marcus Cole: I spy with my little eye... something beginning with "D."
Stephen Franklin: [annoyed] Dancers.
Marcus: Fine! I spy with my little eye something beginning with "M."
Franklin: More dancers.
Marcus: Two in a row.
Franklin: [deadpan] "And that's when I shot him, Your Honor."
Marcus: I spy with my little eye something beginning with "E."
Franklin: I - I give up.
Marcus: Oh come on.
Franklin: This better not be what I-
Marcus and Franklin: [in unison] Even MORE dancers!
Ambassador Delenn: On my world, there are books, thousands of pages, about the power of ones tango to change the Universe
Londo: "My shoes are too tight, but it doesn't matter, because I have forgotten how to dance"
Sheridan:: I was falling, after a volcada. I fell -- a long way. It seemed to go on forever.
Lorien: Nothing goes on forever. Not falls, not you, not I, not love, not tango. Entropy consumes everything. We all hit bottom sooner or later. Did you hit bottom?
Sheridan: I-I don't remember. Gotan were playing...
Lorien: There are only two possibilities. If you hit bottom, then you are dead in the dance scene. If you did not hit bottom, then you are still falling, and all of this is a dream. Unless -- you're in between.
Sheridan: Between what?
Lorien: Between milongas. When we are born, we are allocated a finite number of dances. Each tick of the tanda slices off a piece of us. Tick -- a possibility for joy is gone. Tock -- a careless gancho ends one path and opens another. Tick tock tick tock -- always running out of cadenza. Yours is almost used up. You're between seconds lost in the infinite possibilities between tick and tock. Tick you're dancing and tock -- well it was a good milonga but a short one. Tick tock tick tock tick tock ...
- BorderTangoMan, 24th June 2009