I can't help but think those rear drive wheels of the 2-6-8-4 would slip as the coal is burned off. How would it maintain traction?
Hopefully this isn't the last we see of Aparat. She's a very unique and sophisticated work of art.
I admire the 4-2-2T "Mao Dong Xing" as well. Very Anglican in appearance. The taks are well adapted to the drivers, and there appears to be a very sufficient grate area. Could you tell me more about the three interlocked circles on the tanks? The symbol seems to be reoccurring, but I can't put a name to it.
The "un-repurposed" 18" line is a nice touch. I hope those wagons get the "revitalization" treatment as well. Unpowered they may be, but it'd still be wasteful to leave them at the mercy of the river!
She's a marvel, to say the least.
The tri-ring and it's colors is one of the best political symbols one can imagine, I must say. All rings represent factors of life, rather than people.
Your people and my people are fully aware that flags can be waved without upsetting balance, unlike our universe. They understand that nationalism is one of the worst firestarters of all.
However, unity against others has still been necessary many times in my continuum. Most notably, the "Wildfire Revolts". These were a series of worker-led revolutions, begun from the 880s on, in pursuit of Edrysian (Welsh) Socialism. More on this later, lest I begin to ramble.
Very good of those workmen. Where would you say the engines are running now? Also, where did this portable railway connect the construction site with?
Fascinating stuff. The Domumians are such a marvelous people. My people are similarly less war-inclined than average humans. War is one of the few societal taboos, and one of the few that can be considered necessary, in my opinion. Humans find the ideas of public nudity, swearing, and so on to be grotesque, yet the majority have no qualms about organized warfare. On the contrary, they attempt to convince themselves that war is wholly beneficial through horrid excuses such as economics and things.
I've recently noticed most of the textbooks in my school district were published circa 2005. All seem to portray the War on Terror to be necessary, wholly beneficial, the 'American Way', and justified. The fact that such biased slop is being handed to youths with developing minds, and presented as historical fact, disgusts me. Such messages appeared in textbooks utilized in elementary schools. Horrid. Just horrid. American children are being molded to believe that a war against a noun is great. That the War on Terror exists to protect American ideals. That war brings prosperity. That war is a good thing, and that our lives are safe in the hands of a military-industrial complex. Does that fill your throat with bile, Alex? You and me and a fraction of the human race are alone in this line of thought.
Back on track. Organized war is considered outright grotesque by my people. However, there have been times where it was absolutely, positively unavoidable. And I mean unavoidable, not like the War on Terror. For instance, the overthrow of the elite.
In short, war is a detestable thing to just think about in my world. Yet, if the cause is something as large as preventing outright genocide, or deposing the privelaged caste in pursuit of equality, or pushing back attempts at colonialism, and so on, it is the only option. Of course, there is much, much, much thought and debate beforehand. Elections, debates, and above all an analysis of how badly a particular threatened group needs rescuing.
There is no glory in war here. But, we must compare. The instigators versus the defence. Consider Nazi Germany or the U.S. as an example of an instigator. Whereas an instigator gloats about it's military and it's machinery and 'technological achievements in the defence field', considers mass slaughter and such meritous and in the pursuit of world influence and 'the done thing', considers global dominance just, considers their ideologies the only right ideologies, refuses to listen to anyone else's point of view, engrains nationalist concepts into the youth, utilizes propoganda, and so on.
It should be noted that no war is started over something petty. There are no arms races, nobody wars over oil or religion or canals.
I'm sure you can gather the traits of the 'defence' by comparison.
I do love portable railways, and that is a marvelous picture you've painted about the process of distribution, and the boiler engine. I assume you've read much about Decauville, Kerr Stuart and the like, judging by your understanding of light, prefab track? All necessary infrastructure is controlled by a single comittee of sorts in my world, rather than multiple competing brands. Of course, that doesn't mean all engines have the same basic appearance. Quite the contrary, in fact.
I do have a pleasant string of fantasies in relation to portable lines. A convoy of traction engines parading down a country lane, bound for a quarry, hauling trailers of stout saddletanks, wagons, and prefab track, all puffing hard as they charge a hill in a very sylvan setting. All shining, with their own names and numbers. Or perhaps a catalogue rather like the ones Sears used to distribute, (without the hyperconsumerism of course), in which any standard locomotive design, track, and so on can be found. And in addition, little tear-out slips. On these tear out slips, one can give the principal dimensions and requirements for a special order locomotives that doesn't match a standard design. Mail it. Then, have the locomotive delivered via the nearest railhead or main road. A pleasant thought, yes?
I'm glad the Lone Islanders see the values in portable lines. Unlike humans, they aren't so obsessed with speed and deadlines that they virtually outlaw the concept. They know how to appreciate the process of construction, and aren't so willing to make things obsolete or bow to red tape.
And dang, a Stirling tank engine. That is genius. One of these must be made out of a Bachmann Emily at once. Nice incorporation of a stationary-style splasher shield over the drive rod, I must add. X3
The pile of carts around the disused tracks in the far distance is lovely.