SARU-REVIEW
Poor Saru.
This noble creature, who is decent and honourable and fine - and who really longs to be in a universe where his crewmates get along with one another and seek out strange new worlds and life forms - continues to have to cope with the nightmare that he finds himself in.
All around him are unlikable and unpleasant or just plain dumb or ditzy cremembers who would surely never be allowed on James T. Kirk's ship a mere ten years later.
Crew-members who argue, who plot, who scheme - and are almost enjoying the war that they are involved in. Gruff, rough, sarcastic, angry, violent crew members on a ship where even a lone Tribble can't be bothered to breed because it's trilling has zero effect on these crew that are so steeped in negativity.
The number of punch-ups in the canteen has begun to get him down. At least one fight a day.
In a fair universe, Saru would be beamed out of the Discovery and deposited onto the bridge of the Enterprise A or D, or the Voyager - or even Deep Space Nine, which looks like a picture of optimism compared to the bridge - or any other part of - the Discovery.
Sometimes, on his darker days, Saru considers history and wonders if humanity - and all the other races, including his - of the past knew that their future was going to turn out like this. A miserable place where nobody gets on, or is ever gently charming and where humour is non-existent. Perhaps those people used to think that the future was going to be positive.
As if the future could ever be positive! As if life forms could ever get along and work and explore together, while being likeable!
And so he carries on.... The only positive figure on the entire ship, surrounded by warriors and unpleasant - or just plain insane people.
Maybe in a decade or so a more positive ship and crew will come along. Or maybe this hellish ship is just the way things are now.
