theatrical_muse May challenge
theatrical_muse topic: Which are you more afraid of: Being too gullible and believing things that aren't true, or being too skeptical and missing out on something important?
I fear very few things. I am hardly an incautious person, however. A lifetime of Peacekeeper training, and basic common survival sense, instilled in me the belief that one should not rush to judgment in any situation.
Too little, too late, perhaps--one rash decision on my part had devastating and permanent ramifications on the only life I had ever known; the only life I had ever wanted. But I am more seasoned, now. I survived a death sentence, survived death itself, and found purpose in life beyond the confines of my former all-important notion of duty.
Here on this ship, this mismatch of inferior species, of prisoners, for frell's sake--it was here I learned that caution can never be misplaced.
D'Argo is a warrior, a full-blooded Luxan. When his blood is up, he hears nothing but the call of battle... and Crichton, well. Crichton is just as bad. Just as stubborn, as quick to leap into action and heedless of the consequences. But I am a soldier--not a warrior driven by blood-lust, and certainly not as naive and impulsive as Humans appear to be.
True, decisions often need to be made in a split-microt--but not without information, knowledge of one's predicament or enemy, their likely tactics, the surroundings and terrain. What you call skepticism is, in Peacekeeper terms, the very fundamental tenet of military strategy: trust nothing but what you can observe and confirm, trust no one with an advantage that could be turned against you.
When it comes to a choice between the uncertainty of some nebulous possibility and the surety of survival, how can there be any question that the prudent course is best?
I fear very few things. I am hardly an incautious person, however. A lifetime of Peacekeeper training, and basic common survival sense, instilled in me the belief that one should not rush to judgment in any situation.
Too little, too late, perhaps--one rash decision on my part had devastating and permanent ramifications on the only life I had ever known; the only life I had ever wanted. But I am more seasoned, now. I survived a death sentence, survived death itself, and found purpose in life beyond the confines of my former all-important notion of duty.
Here on this ship, this mismatch of inferior species, of prisoners, for frell's sake--it was here I learned that caution can never be misplaced.
D'Argo is a warrior, a full-blooded Luxan. When his blood is up, he hears nothing but the call of battle... and Crichton, well. Crichton is just as bad. Just as stubborn, as quick to leap into action and heedless of the consequences. But I am a soldier--not a warrior driven by blood-lust, and certainly not as naive and impulsive as Humans appear to be.
True, decisions often need to be made in a split-microt--but not without information, knowledge of one's predicament or enemy, their likely tactics, the surroundings and terrain. What you call skepticism is, in Peacekeeper terms, the very fundamental tenet of military strategy: trust nothing but what you can observe and confirm, trust no one with an advantage that could be turned against you.
When it comes to a choice between the uncertainty of some nebulous possibility and the surety of survival, how can there be any question that the prudent course is best?