Yes, here's your permission slip excusing you from reading any of my stuff that looks too angsty. The other Seven thing is a prequel to Remembrance of the Daleks, believe it or not, with added Time War angstiness. I realise this isn't selling it to you! XD. And yeah, I think the NAs have influenced me more than I might like to admit...
Jack has his limitations, that's for sure. Well, you probably heard some of the vague murmurings as Torchwood fandom dissolved into bloody civil strife over CoE. I didn't know what the fuss was; surely whether it's a good story or not comes before shipping considerations? Well, not for some fans, evidently.
Back when I was writing the original retro-TW fic, and thinking it might be a longer series of relatively short fics, I had some inkling that there would be some very embarrassing fiasco (maybe caused by internal sabotage by some right-thinking TWood agents?!) that would result in much of the hierarchy ending up dead/"retired" and Enderby getting the job sort of by default. That was back when I had this big story-arc planned, much of which I ended up using in other fics when the envisaged retro-TW series never really happened (some of it ended up in Alien Abduction, for instance).
The Institute did their patriotic best to help Britain win WW1, mainly heading off the ill-advised alien-tech schemes of their German counterpart organisation, and the attrition they suffered was fairly atrocious. Coming out of it, the Institute was fatally weakened, but like the nation they allegedly served, took another thirty years or so actually to notice it. In WW2, however, they expended most of their effort in winning the peace. They saw early on that the real threat to the British Empire's prestige, and indeed existence, was not Nazi Germany (they could take care of that by leaking some war-winning alien tech like radar and computer cryptography to the public sector), but rather the growing power of the USSR and, particularly, America. The struggle to deny the weird-science tech of the crumbling Third Reich to their supposed allies was a hard-fought one, but, as it turned out, futile. History was just not on the Institute's side...
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Date: 2009-10-22 09:54 pm (UTC)Jack has his limitations, that's for sure. Well, you probably heard some of the vague murmurings as Torchwood fandom dissolved into bloody civil strife over CoE. I didn't know what the fuss was; surely whether it's a good story or not comes before shipping considerations? Well, not for some fans, evidently.
Back when I was writing the original retro-TW fic, and thinking it might be a longer series of relatively short fics, I had some inkling that there would be some very embarrassing fiasco (maybe caused by internal sabotage by some right-thinking TWood agents?!) that would result in much of the hierarchy ending up dead/"retired" and Enderby getting the job sort of by default. That was back when I had this big story-arc planned, much of which I ended up using in other fics when the envisaged retro-TW series never really happened (some of it ended up in Alien Abduction, for instance).
The Institute did their patriotic best to help Britain win WW1, mainly heading off the ill-advised alien-tech schemes of their German counterpart organisation, and the attrition they suffered was fairly atrocious. Coming out of it, the Institute was fatally weakened, but like the nation they allegedly served, took another thirty years or so actually to notice it. In WW2, however, they expended most of their effort in winning the peace. They saw early on that the real threat to the British Empire's prestige, and indeed existence, was not Nazi Germany (they could take care of that by leaking some war-winning alien tech like radar and computer cryptography to the public sector), but rather the growing power of the USSR and, particularly, America. The struggle to deny the weird-science tech of the crumbling Third Reich to their supposed allies was a hard-fought one, but, as it turned out, futile. History was just not on the Institute's side...
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