Yeah that's about what Mvuent looks like, but more princely... Great golden locks, well-coiffed, pale rosy cheeks in a princely, urbane waythat's more what i picture mvuent looking like. not screech, more like this guy.
Keep going I'm close@suspended I'm two episodes into Farscape.
OrA Tumblr called the Lookbook has what I think is basically the correct interpretation of the Peacekeeper logo, in terms of visual symbolism, which is: the triangle symbolizes dominance—penetration, swordpoint, the wedge which pries apart—and the circle intimacy, a planet, a crew, the bonds that hold people together. Which is also archetypally to say the masculine and the feminine. It's certainly a kinder spin than Jung or Paglia.
"Here's what I don't understand," says John. "How could Moya do this without your permission?" Pilot shrugs it off, as always: "I'm here to serve her, she may do whatever she feels is necessary to for her survival..." And the "service" issue comes back around: speaking as Aeryn or Zhaan, it's a beast-of-burden issue. "Droid work." Moya and Pilot in service of their crew. But as usual, only Pilot actually gets it: it's us that service them. The reason I love "Look At The Princess," besides all the looove and angst and generally awesome story, is Zhaan's B-story: stewardship, not possession. In serving Moya, she realizes, she serves the Goddess; she sings back to the divine, in thanks and love. Not invasion or possession, but symbiosis.
D'Argo chases John through Moya, trying to force-feed him something gross. In space, you see, they don't have toothbrushes -- they have "dentics," which are like Khan maggots that you put in your mouth and let them crawl around sucking all your plaque and bacteria off your teeth. "Get out of my face!" screams John, meaning it literally, and D'Argo calls him a coward, noting that dentics are vastly more efficient than toothbrushes. John whines and bitches and moans and wishes fervently he were on the Enterprise -- because you know that however they do it, you never even have to admit that you eat or shit or get stuff between your teeth -- and finally D'Argo just shoves the thing into his mouth and watches him feel it working. John finally gags, and D'Argo grabs him by the neck. "Never. Swallow. A dentic!" Which hygienically and scientifically makes sense, but also comments on symbiosis: the rudeness of the host in killing its parasite would here be punished by toxicity and death.