I wrote a paragraph about Hera, the location of the Battle of Serenity Valley.
> There’s too much history lingering in orbit about the world of Hera. Too many words for anybody to get a bead on where Hera stands in the ‘Verse. Some folks call it the deathplace of Independence like it’s a fine thing; meanwhile others consider Hera the springboard of universal peace and fervently revile it. An eccentric quirk in Hera’s eternal circling round the Murphy protostar leaves astrophotographers free to choose between hellish auroral furies and heavenly sky-filled vistas and never much to be found in-between. Most textbooks go well off their track to avoid mentioning Hera at all, their bookwormy authors nervous about skidding afoul of the wrong camp of civil – or not so civil – political extremists. The climactic Battle of Serenity Valley is only just twenty-two years back in time and already most of those who’d ever known about it are dead, their brittled bones dustily distributed across that berefted valley, nary a plinth or headstone in human sight. Every long spell, some jackanape spiritsooth comes down to Hera and walks her valleys, calling out to spirits who never answer; doesn’t stop them from claiming otherwise, crafting loose testimonials of those dead who speak, and the very rocks underfoot who yet remember the days when they’d been drenched in blood.
This is part of a fan fic I'm writing that takes place 15 years after the show+film. I've been a might writer-blocked the last few weeks, and am slowly penning the part of the story that finally pulls Malcolm (and his new crew) back to Hera. I like starting chapters by focusing broadly on the world-in-question, and I'm a smidge smitten by this first pass on getting readers up to speed on why Malcolm Reynolds might not be so happy to return to Hera.