I was hoping this was going to be a good, solid, standalone film – one that would explore a period of the Star Wars universe that we don’t have a lot of information on. If it was done well, the story would be solid on its own. I was a little disappointed in this perspective.
Think of it this way, was Black Panther a good movie, even if he was not part of the greater Marvel cinematic universe? Yes. All on its own, the film was good. Even if no other Marvel movies existed, Black Panther (and Ant-Man, and others) would have stood on their own. The fact they are part of a bigger franchise makes them more awesome, but they are not dependent on that.
This is not the case with Solo. It is a film that seems to strive to fill a few gaps in young Han Solo’s life with scant details buried in dialogue. We get the whole Kessel Run parsec thing explained – we see the first meeting between Chewie and Han. We get the Millennium Falcon and Lando. Those things were great to have as parts of a much bigger story that could stand on its own. This does not. It is hooked on the Star Wars mythos to the point where it is a series of Easter Eggs that are masterfully strung together into a good story…not a great story, but a good one. If there were no other Star Wars films, would this film have been as good? No way.
The acting was solid. There’s a lot of subplots happening in this film, which is great. Emelia Clarke has ensured that she can live well off of the geek convention circuit – between Star Wars and Game of Thrones. Her acting was clearly the best of the film followed by Woodie Harellson.
Some good characters were introduced – like Lando’s droid. I wish we could have gotten more of her, but what we got saved the middle of this movie for me.
The Easter Eggs are there for those of us that have been with the franchise since the beginning, and they are there aplenty. There’s a surprise cameo in the film too and it was awesome and unexpected. My grandson loved it too. The movie ended with plenty of room for a sequel…don’t they all?
There’s a couple of plot holes in this movie, some kludgy writing at times, but nothing horrific.
I give this film a three out of five stars. It didn’t stand alone and I think would have been a lot better if it had. I appreciate the candy for the true fans. Bottom line, if you like Star Wars movies you probably will like this one. We could have loved it though. Disney continues to print more money by making these movies.
I don’t generally read political action thrillers. I met Tom Clancy once when his Hunt for Red October had just come out. I met him at a gaming event where he was playing Harpoon. True story. Clancy was approachable but what stunned me was his off-the-cuff depth of knowledge about naval warfare and ship details. I read a lot of his books over the years but once he became a franchise/factory, I just dropped out of that genre. Sadly, with his demise, I just felt it would be hard for anyone to fill his boots.
I broke my streak this spring when I finally broke down and read a Jack Reacher novel. I liked it, despite constantly picturing Tom Cruise saying all of the lines. Honestly, I didn’t want to like it, but I found myself liking the witty dialogue and Reacher’s unique brand of thinking. Suddenly I was back reading political thrillers.
When I saw the cover for Jeffrey Miller’s Bureau 39, it kind of pulled me in. Don’t kid yourself, we’ve all bought novels because of a good cover…admit it. The synopsis grabbed me too. A mysterious North Korean Bureau that was covertly plying the drug trade to help secure ICBM’s with nuclear capability. I purchased it a few months ago and had no idea how timely the subject matter was going to be.
Actually – it’s eerie how accurate this book feels. Makes me wonder, does Miller have some sort of inside track we’re unaware of?
I won’t ruin the plot or story for you. Suffice it to say, it is a solid plot. Two things stood out for me. One was the dialogue of the characters. They were distinct voices in the story, and were not cheesy one-liners but carefully crafted phrases. There were times I chuckled at some of the references. Miller doesn’t waste scenes or character time with things that don’t propel the plot forward – and that is something that is both rare and worthy of respect. Good dialogue ensures good believable characters. Miller is masterful in this aspect of his art.
My favorite part of the book is that the author puts you there, in Korea. This is not blatant, but subtle. You are given a fantastic geopolitical and geography lesson throughout the smooth flow of this book. There are wonderful little details that I ended up Googling only to find that Miller was dead-on with his facts. This added sense of realism in the setting makes Bureau 39 a welcome addition to any political thriller bookshelf.
Given the current tensions between US and North Korea, this book couldn’t be timelier and adds to a captivating story and strong characters. This is a solid five out of five stars.
This popped up on a random Facebook post two weeks ago and was well worthy of capturing in a blog entry. These are quotes from the Star Wars film franchise that had sexual connotations or about a person’s sex life, when read out of context. I have tried to get the quotes right, but to be honest, there’s major variations on the web and I couldn’t stomach watching Phantom Menace again to validate anything.
Let’s face it, some of these are hilarious. I have deliberately shuffled the order of these and have included content from the entire franchise thus far. Enjoy.
Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you?
The force is strong with this one.
It’s a trap!
How are we doing? Same as always. That bad huh?
He’s more machine now…
You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.
You came in that thing? You’re braver than I thought.
Pull out, you’re not doing any good back there!
That’s no moon.
Laugh it up Fuzzball.
There’s an awful lot of moisture in here.
Oh yes, that’s very good. I like that … oh, something’s not right because now I can’t see.
You have failed me for the last time.
Be careful not to choke on your aspirations.
Never tell me the odds.
It’s no good, I can’t maneuver.
At that speed, will you be able to pull out in time?
Will someone get this walking carpet out of my way?
No, no, no! This one goes there, that one goes there!
Do. Or do not. There is no try.
Into the garbage chute Flyboy!
Did You Know That Wasn’t Me?
I find your lack of faith disturbing.
I have felt him, my master.
Get in there you big furry oaf. I don’t care what you smell.
Stay on target. Stay on target!
I was expecting someone with your reputation to be a little, older.
Myself, the boy, two droids, and no questions asked.
You were right about one thing master, the negotiations were short.
I gotta bad feeling about this.
It’s not a problem if you don’t look up.
You underestimate my power!
I can’t shake ‘em!
You do have your moments. Not many, but you have them.
Aren’t you a little short for a Stormtrooper?
I’m endangering the mission, I shouldn’t have come.
Hey, we don’t serve their kind here!
An elegant weapon not as clumsy or rampant as a blaster!
Good! Good! Let the hate flow through you.
It’s Working! It’s Working!
Shut him up or shut him down!
Uh, we had a slight weapons malfunction, but uh… everything’s perfectly all right now.
You’re all clear kid, now let’s blow this thing and go home!
No point getting upset about it. It was a fair move.
Don’t get cocky!
What an incredible smell you’ve discovered…
Sister! So, you have a twin sister!
Intensify forward firepower!
What I told you was true…From a certain point of view…
In my experience there’s no such thing as luck.
I have the high ground.
Impressive … most impressive.
What is thy bidding, my master?
I’m looking forward to completing your training. In time you will call me master.
All too easy!
Your powers are weak, old man.
Only Imperial Stormtroopers are so precise.
Negative! It didn’t go in. It just impacted on the surface.
And I thought they smelled bad on outside.
Be careful not to choke on your aspirations, Director.
I can’t hold them.
Great shot, kid. That was one in a million!
Doesn’t look like much, but has it where it counts.
This had better work.
I’d rather kiss a Wookie.
Look at the size of that thing!
Oh, no! We’ll never get it out now!
Hang on back there!
They’ll be back and in greater numbers.
No. I don’t like you either.
Who are you calling ‘Scruffy?’
This is no cave…
Put that thing away, you’re gonna get us all killed!
Something just touched my leg…
Punch it Chewie.
It’s not my fault!
Turn her around!
I expect to be well paid. I’m in it for the money.
They may come around for another pass.
Nice girl! Either I’m gonna kill her or I’m beginning to like her!
This ain’t like dusting crops, boy!
Sorry about the mess…
Is that possible?” “I never ask that question until after we’ve done it.”
You my fire when ready.
Bring me Solo.
The target area is only two meters wide…
I didn’t hit it THAT hard…must’ve had some sort of self-destruct.
I guess you don’t know everything about women yet.
Use your harpoons!
But how am I to know the good side from the bad?
It’s risky but we can’t hold out much longer.
Why does everyone want to go back to Jakku?!
I’m out of it for a little while and suddenly everyone’s got delusions of grandeur…
I thought you were blind!
I’m afraid our furry companion has gone and done something rather rash.
But these are my friends!
Uh, everything under control. Situation normal.
Boring conversation anyway.
I just got this bucket back together.I’m not going to let something tear it apart.
I love you. I know.
“Stop taking my hand!
“I have something here for you, your Father wanted you to have this when you were old enough but your Uncle wouldn’t allow it.”
You’re far too trusting…
There has been an awakening. Have you felt it?
Take your father’s place by my side
The Resistance will not be intimidated.
So. You got your reward and you’re just leaving, then?
Alright, so what did I miss? Feel free to add in the comments section.
Every two weeks or so someone asks me to read their fan fiction. I always decline. I used to read fan fiction but I found that most of it was beyond redemption and some made my stomach queasy. You know you’re doomed when someone says, “I’m three-hundred pages in and am not sure where to go with it. Maybe you can give me suggestions?” Or, better yet, you have someone who writes a story from 24 different perspectives – you know, so you can see the whole battle unfold. Ugh. How do you explain to someone that they are, in essence, extremely fu*ked?” Answer, you don’t.
Back in the day, I used to read fanfic and give my feedback. Then I had someone accuse me of lifting their story . “My story was about a ‘Mech commander, fighting impossible odds, and winning. You stole that idea for your book.” Um dude, you basically described every BattleTech novel ever written. Oddly, the guy that made the claim got it wrong – I never even read his 60 page single-sentence monstrosity. It made my eyes bleed.
People float unsolicited ideas to me too. “Here’s a story where House Davion destroys the Lyran Commonweath,” or “I came up with a new clan that has been forgotten about.” Each time one of these crosses my inbox a new ulcer is born and I drift one step closer to that aneurysm that I know is coming.
I like good fanfic and encourage people to take their ideas to BattleCorps. Don’t try and pitch it to me that I should read your work with the line, “they’ve already rejected it twice.” That’s not quite the selling point you think it is. Also, submitting it in crayon on the back of a iHOP placemat is also not a format I find amusing.
Not all fan fiction sucks. I’ve read some good stuff in the past, on my own accord. I support fan fiction that people post for free. Having said that though, a lot of it is a crazed fanboy delusion wrapped in energy-drink fueled nightmares with a thick foamy layer of twisted brain-farts that barely resemble the BattleTech universe.
I do not favor fan fiction where someone sells their novel or sourcebook online. I have gotten into heated debates with these self-appointed constitutional and copyright authorities. Let’s be clear, if you are selling your stuff, you’re infringing on the copyright. If you are stealing BattleTech artwork for your little self-publishing venture, you’re stealing. Just because BattleTech has been around for a while doesn’t mean you get to do whatever you desire.
Alright – rant mode off. To commemorate April Fool’s Day this year – I offer you a “typical” bit of fan fiction for your consideration. It is a tribute to every nauseating fan fiction ever created. I’ve incorporated a few dozen elements in this story – something to offend and upset almost everyone. So here – whatever you do, don’t enjoy it!
Operation Total Freakin’ Awesomeness
By The World’s Biggest BattleTech Fan Who Knows Everything About the Universe – Even More than Stackpole, definitely more than Pardoe.
Lieutenant Cody Whiplash Brightstar- callsign Tight-Testicles, piloted his family’s Stinger ™ with ease. BattleMech’s ® had been the cross-dressing kings of the battlefield for over 30 centuries (give or take 28 centuries or so). They were humanoid war machines capable of leveling city blocks even when they weren’t in the city. They used tanks for rollerskates and greased their actuators with the blood of dead infantry who dared oppose them. To blend with their surroundings, they were painted a variety of bright colors and patterns. What was the point? When you’re running at 97 kph in a three story, 75 ton war machine, blasting everything with lasers, particle burst slingshots, missiles, autocannons, hypersonic potato cannon, fuzz-busters, etc., camouflage is secondary to destruction.
The BattleMech ® Brightstar piloted had been a Star League machine, handed down generation after generation to him. His father, grandfather, great-grandmother, great-great uncle, cousin six-times removed, and the guy his great-great-great grandmother had slept with, had all died in the cockpit of the ‘Mech that he was piloting. That didn’t bother him. He was sure his fate would be different. I have the benefit of learning from their failures. Only after his father’s death did he assume command of the 12259th Lightfoot Lancers.
Like his ‘Mech, his unit could trace its origins back to the Star League, as could all of the really good and hip mercenary units. The 12259th had opted to remain in the Inner Sphere when General Kerensky left the Inner Sphere to go and found the Clans. They could have gone, but they were way too cool to just be a bunch of followers. They had fought for all of the major houses and had been betrayed by all of them at one point or another…because that’s what cool mercenary units do, get betrayed. Even ComStar rated them as “Posers,” which Brightstar treated as a badge of honor because ComStar was so damned weird to begin with. The constant double-dealing and selling-out by their employers had given the Lightfoot Lancers a reputation of not only being awesome but somewhat a flight risk.
They stood on Urban – an almost forgotten planet in the Lyran Commonwealth ®, their latest employer and betrayer. Cody’s father had negotiated a contract to garrison the world at the edge of the Periphery against the ice pirates and other raiders. The world was said to have held a Star League garrison in as Castle Bran complete with a Star League Memory Core somewhere on the planet. Of course his father had been betrayed by the local Duchess, Duchess Imma Douchebage, who was scheming to become the next Archon General because that was what everyone in the Commonwealth did. Urban was a world that was covered with old abandoned cities which made perfect scenes later in this story for battle.
Then came the Clan invasion™ !
They struck like a horny pit bull at a bitch in heat…humping the leg of every planet along the periphery border. The Clans went all honey-badger (oddly enough there is a Clan Emerald Honey-Badger) on the fringe of humanity, devouring worlds and crushing entire regiments because of their vastly superior firepower, speed, and confusing tactics of only sending three warriors to defeat an entire battalion.
Now they had come to Urban. Now they would face the 12259th in battle.
“Sir,” Dax Starscream signaled. “The Clan commander wants to meet with you before the fight. She sounds tough. Said something about a combat trial.”
“Very well,” Cody responded, peeing just a little bit inside his coolant suit. “I will show her what she’s up against. That should scare her into submission.” He was already plotting his escape off-world.
She stepped off of the Ironclad Class dropship ramp and saw her opposition – Cody Brightstar. She was unimpressed. A mercenary…who dares evoke the Star League in the name of his unit. She mentally connected the pimples on his forehead to form the letter “L”, outlining her opinion of her competition.
“Affidavit – that’s ‘yes’ for you, you ignorant tapeworm on society,” she replied with confidence, ending with the cursory and required Clan word for “aff.” Clan Warriors had an entire dictionary of abbreviations and words they were required by the Holy Nicholas Kerensky to include when they spoke. It was the depth of their “culture.” Nicholas had based the Clans on the animals that had come to him during a drug-induced binge where he had almost drowned in a pool of his own vomit. The warriors of Clan Nova Shart went so far as to go on a LSD and acid induced high annually to try and recreate his experience.
“To the death?”
”To your death – aff,” she said.
“What if I cheat and bring my entire company?”
“Then I will bring my trinary,” she replied.
“Well, that sucks.”
“Aff,” she replied with a wicked grin. “What say you…you goiter on the neck of mankind.” The goiter insult was one only the Sloth’s used and was considered devastating amongst the Clans.
“Could I send someone in my place?”
“A warrior with honor would never do such a thing.”
Cody stared at her with a blank expression on his face through the ten seconds of awkward silence – a silence she shattered like an artillery barrage. “Neg Cody of the Brightstar bloodline. You must fight your own battle.”
“Is that a question or your response to my challenge, quiaff?”
“This,” Shamalamadingdong said to herself, “is going to be easy.”
“You know your mike is hot,” Cody replied.
She gritted her teeth in anger and swore to kill her Tech, despite the fact it was not his fault. “We meet at noon tomorrow at the place of your choosing,” she said out loud. Don’t bother to purchase a coffin, I intend to fry your remains in the cockpit.
* * * * *
“You’ll be dead before the end of the first salvo,” Tech Sergeant Chen said to Brightstar.
“I have a plan,” Cody said with confidence that came from two bottles of Benadryl and a handful of pills he found in a men’s room floor.
“You pilot a bloody Stinger ™, Chen replied. “You’d be better off wrapping yourself in aluminum foil and carrying an Airsoft pistol.”
“You know that abandoned military museum near the spaceport?” Cody asked.
“Yeah – all of that stuff is antique,” Chen said frowning.
“Here’s a list,” he handed an Apple ™ iNoputer to the sergeant. “Get these things and meet me in the bay.”
Chen surveyed the list suspiciously. “You’re mad! These are museum pieces you’re talking about.”
Cody Brightstar smiled in response. “I’m not crazy. No, I’m going to win.”
The next day Cody stepped out in his modified Stinger ™ and stood before Star Commander Shamalamadingdong. Her Spitting Sidewider Class OmniMech ® was adorned with patches of brightly colored faux fur, typical for the Tin Sloths, giving her a strange (if not nauseating) camouflage pattern. The OmniMech ® was easily 35 tons heavier than his Stinger. Despite that, and the fact that she had been genetically bred for war, and had trained her entire life for battle, in a society where warriors were the epitome, and that her ‘Mech had superior technology…Cody felt he had a good chance of taking her down. Part of that was his confidence in his skills. The other part was bold arrogance capped off by a copious amount of cheap vodka he had just consumed.
“You showed,” she said on the open battle channel.
“You thought I wouldn’t?” he replied.
“You surat-suckling Inner-Spherers are known to lack courage, honor, integrity, and left testicles,” Shamalamadingdong replied. “You have reconfigured your Stinger ™ , affidavit?”
“Oh these?” he lifted up his arms where duct tape held the new weapons securely in place. “Yes. I did.” BattleMechs ™ were like Legos ® in that you could pop off any component and with a bit of brute force and Gorilla Glue ™ you could make them work.
“Your shoulder mounted missiles are a joke. You will not even damage me with so few,” she boasted, popping open her faceplate and wiping the sweat from her single brow.
Cody made his Stinger ™ shrug with his neurohelmet control. “You may be right. We will have to see.”
Shamalamadingdong cleared her throat like a chronic smoker than spoke again. “We shall fight this engagement in our time-honored and tradition-laden rede-mandated manner – steeped in ceremony and ritual. The Trial of Keepsies is our most sacred tradition.”
“Um, okay,” Cody returned.
“First, you will step back 19 paces, one each for the great clans who will send you to your grave.”
“Aren’t there 20 clans?”
“Negatory,” she snapped. “There is one, the unspoken clan, who we don’t acknowledge existed and we never speak about them.”
“But you just did. You just told me about them.”
“Nuh-uh,” the Star Commander said. “Did not.”
“So you basically don’t talk about them? What did they do that was so heinous?” Cody pictured a fraternity panty-raid gone horribly awry resulting in the death of everyone involved.
“Crimes so dark and disturbing that we cannot speak of them. Things that soiled the very fabric of our traditions and society. Acts so hideous and perverse that the mere mention of them is punishable by death – or being forced to watch the ancient broadcasts of ‘The View,’ or Spiderman 3.”
The mention of Spiderman 3, a film that had led to the Kentares Massacre, was no small thing and sent a chill down Cody’s spine. Strangely, he managed to fake being cool. With pure bravado Cody smiled. “You don’t know what they did do you?”
“Negatory,” she replied. “As I said, we are forbidden to speak of it.”
“Okay, I back up 19 steps. Then what?”
“We fight – to the death!”
“Huh,” he said unimpressed. “I expected a lot more. I mean with all of that talk of tradition and stuff.”
“That is all. Our traditions are simple really, but extremely steeped in history.” Pride rang in her words.
“Okie-dokie,” he said, starting backwards in his modified Stinger ™. The rubble and ruins of a once vast city around them would provide plenty of places for him to run and hide once the firing started. Besides, I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Shamalamadingdong backed up her imposing, if not oddly colored ‘Mech as well. When she stopped they stood facing each other.
“Okay,” Cody said coolly. “Now what?”
“It begins – with your death!” She raised her arm mounted weapons aiming at him.
Cody used his neurohelm to raise the arm if his own ‘Mech, pointing over her shoulder in the distance. “What in the hell is that?”
Shamalamadingdong turned her ‘Mech to face the new threat, one that didn’t exist. Cody broke into a run, swinging behind a crumbling building. “You are a cunning foe. I respect such guile. I shall relish grinding you to pulp under the feet of my Spitting Sidewider ®. “
Cody flattened his ‘Mech with its back against a building…to better blend in. “You have a weird way of showing respect.”
* * * * *
The Star Commander stealthfully poked her ‘Mech’s head around the corner to see if the inner-spherer scumbag was there – but he was not. Her tactical display had lost track of him in all of the rubble and ruins. I believe he means for me to chase him all across this planet. That thought did not daunt her. Her OmniMech brandished enough firepower to consume his paltry Stinger ™ in a shot or two. Sure its destruction might litter the area with radioactive debris once his fusion reactor was ripped apart, but that was a small price to pay for honorable victory.
She stepped into the street when suddenly her ‘Mech reeled. Her damage indicators showed damage to the neck coil, just under the cockpit. Spinning she caught another blow from Cody’s ‘Mech, a karate chop to her head. She was caught off guard, since Clan warriors did not stoop to physical attacks, despite the fact their ‘Mechs were humanoid in shape and form. She used her joystick to angle her targeting reticle on the inner-sphere scumbag but he made that difficult, bitch-slapping her ‘Mech about the cockpit/head hard. The impacts of the open-palmed slaps made her bite her lip, suffering 1/3 a hit point in damage. Curse you Cody Brightstar!
Using her neurohelm to control the massive Sidewinder, she unleashed a roundhouse kick. Cody’s nimble Stinger ™ tucked and rolled and her leg crashed into the building she stood next to, sending a wall of bricks and wood falling onto her. Cody came out of his summersault, stood and ran. She went to lock weapons on him and unleashed a blast with her CT-001 Piercer Model J pulse laser. A stream of 4th of July-like sparklers of red and blue filled the space between them, glancing off of Cody’s right leg for four points of armor damage and eight points of paint damage. She wanted to unleash the fury of her SearTech 8-9-200 Particle Projection Cannon but cursed to herself. He’s within my minimum range, so I cannot shoot him. Curse that surat-loving pond scum! She broke into a run in pursuit but his erratic dodging and tendency to run through the crumbling buildings, coupled with her own ‘Mech sinking deep into roadway which was never built to handle 60 tons of running OmniMech, allowed Cody to evade her pursuit.
He will not get far. The next time, I will have range on him and he will die, perhaps even with honor.
* * * * *
Cody’s sprinting had heated up his ‘Mech so much that he had to pull his s’mores off of his cockpit dash and store them in the cooler near his seat or the chocolate would have melted and made a sticky mess. I won’t let that happen again! The air in his cockpit smelled of marshmallows, the sweat of dead relatives, and the stick of his own despair. It was the smell of desperation and victory. His earpiece in his neurohelm chirped. “Tight Testicles – come in. This is Range Rover ™, over.”
“Go ahead Range Rover ™,” he said, happy to hear Dax Starscream’s gravelly voice.
“Our sensors show Shamalamadingdong moving towards the south edge of Central Park.”
“Roger that,” Cody said pulling up Mapquest ™ on his tactical display and waiting for it to recalculate. The old park was perfect. Flat, clear of debris, it stretched for three miles. I have her now.
He trotted his modified Stinger ™ and brought his new weapons to bear. When he reached the edge of the park he knew Shamalamadingdong’s sensors would pick him up. Before she could charge, he activated his direct channel to her. “Star Commander, this is Lieutenant Brightstar,” he said in his best Sam Elliot/Daniel Radcliffe voice. “There is nothing between us, I suggest we slug it out at this range.”
Shamalamadingdong roared with laughter and he pictured her unibrow furrowing. “We are at least 60 hexes distant and you are in a Stinger ™. Even if you could swamp out for LRM’s, you couldn’t hit me at this range.”
Cody adjusted his father’s fuzzy red dice so he could make her out better in the distance. “Then you have nothing to worry about, unless you are afraid of me.”
“I fear no man.”
Bring it on witch! “Then I double-dog-dare you, come and get me!”
Her Spitting Sidewider ® started to move towards him, casually, arrogantly. Cody hit the target interlock trigger button (TITB) and fired his four missiles mounted on his torso. The missiles streaked out and slammed into the Sidewinder ®, sending massive chucks of armor flailing into the air like butterflies scattered in a stiff spring breeze.
“Impossible!” Shamalamadingdong howled. She picked up her pace trying to close the gap.
Cody locked on his machineguns and opened fire at 40 hexes. The bullets couldn’t miss the building-size ‘Mech, riddling its armor with each step. Cody stayed locked onto her, pausing only to take his s’more out of the mini-fridge in his cockpit. Each step ripped her armor apart more and more. Piles of .50 cal armor piercing round casings littered the ground around his ‘Mech, forming small piles as he unleashed machinegun fury.
At 35 hexes range he triggered two more stubbier missiles. They streaked in hitting her ‘Mech’s crotch region, penetrating deep and blowing it apart. The Sidewinder‘s ® left leg fell off and Shamalamadingdong plunged forward, furrowing a trench in the sod of the old city park.
“How?” he heard her gasp. “You used a machinegun beyond its three hex range. And those missiles, you hit me at two miles out. That is inconceivable!” Pure frustration and quasi-erotic fury rang in her words. Cody was tempted to touch himself he was so happy.
“I raided the old military museum. I outfitted my ‘Mech with 21st century Browning machineguns, MGM-140 ATACMS and FGM-148 Javelin missiles.”
“But their ranges and the size of their warheads….”
“All 20th century tech. I know, it surprises the hell out of me too. Hey, what can I say, sometimes the best tech is the old tech.”
“I turned information into ammunition – literally,” he replied.
She struggled for several agonizing moments to get her ‘Mech upright. It listed like a Marine in port on payday. “You have won Cody Brightstar. Urban is yours to keep. The Tin Sloths will depart.”
Cody grinned. “I guess that makes you my bondsperson,” he finally replied.
Shamefully she replied, “Affirmative.”
“Awesome! First things first, you’ll need to cut that unibrow of yours in half. Second, report to my HQ for duty.”
“What assignment will you have me fulfill?”
“Laundry Shamalamadingdong – starting with the underwear I have on. I may have spoiled myself a little at the start.”
# # #
So there you have it – the most horrible BattleTech fan fiction ever written…a tribute to every horrible piece of fanfic out there. I stopped counting the mistakes, errors, and illegalities involved with this at 51 – so this parody is fairly robust in its violations of the laws of God and man.
I fully anticipate at Gen Con this year seeing Clan Tin Sloth patches and t-shirts, because no matter how bad this was, there will be some that love it. Me, I’m looking forward to the logo for Clan Nova Shart which is destined to surface at some point.
A while ago I wrote a blog post on the leadership lessons I got from Star Trek The Leadership Lessons of Star Trek I wanted to do a blog post at one time about the practical lessons you learn from watching Star Trek. In other words, by watching Star Trek, what life lessons do you gain – mostly from a cynical perspective.
Let me begin by saying I’m a huge Star Trek fan. By the same token, there’s some stuff that really drives me nuts about the universe. When you objectively look at some things you notice as trends in the IP (Intellectual Property) you cringe a little. I know this is sacralidge with my fellow Trekkers, but let’s be real – some things DO seem odd. These are things I’ve learned from my observations of the TV series and movies:
Most alien races are dangerous, evil, and should be attacked immediately. Obnoxiously, most aliens that are encountered are not benign or even friendly. It is best to shoot first, negotiate treaties later. Most of Deep Space Nine could have been resolved with a nuke-the-site-from-orbit-first approach.
The Prime Directive is hopelessly flawed and often ignored. The Prime Directive is like the speed limit. It’s a law, but everyone disregards it. And frankly, it’s a douchebag law. So the Federation has all of this technology and knowledge and does not share it with less advanced cultures. Why? What’s so great about them evolving naturally? Remember, the Federation had outside influence of the Vulcans and that turned out okay, but they deny other cultures that same opportunity. Seems pretty sleazy to me. Killing the Prime Directive would have made Star Trek Voyager far more entertaining. Only the Q seem to get it – they interfere in a big way. The Klingon’s aren’t burdened with the Prime Directive and are just as powerful as the Federation – implying you really don’t get a lot out of having a Prime Directive.
All members of any alien race all act and behave the same. All Romulans are all schemers. There are no snowflake Klingons. Only humankind (and the Ferengi) has any variation as a race. So what’s with that? There should be some redneck Romulans or some gangsta Klingons don’t you think?
All aliens speak the same language. I’ve been to places in my own country where I cannot understand the language being spoken, but in space, it’s all generic. Don’t whine about “universal translators” to me either. There should be at least some different accents. A little Creole Klingon would be cool – kinda like Swamp People meets American Ninja Warriors.
Mankind moving beyond the need for monetary gain, is still pretty much a bunch of egotistical, power-hungry asshats. The Federation has removed money as a motivator, implying of course it is evil. What has it gained? Nothing. The Federation has a number of corrupt leaders out after power.
A lot of the worlds we see in the franchise wouldn’t be worth visiting. There’s a lot rocks and scrub brush, but few really beautiful places. Most planets that we see on screen rate right up there with a tour of Death Valley.
With hundreds of worlds and seemingly endless resources, all governments are interested in securing more territory – more planets. Why? How many Class M worlds do you freaking need? Is overpopulation an issue? After the first dozen, why not say, “We’re cool.” You could stop exploring, which we have seen is inherently dangerous, and focus on domestic programs. Exploration equates to death in Star Trek, ask anyone wearing a red shirt…oh right, you can’t – they’re all dead! Exploration brings on encounters with hostile races and apparently adds very little to your civilization.
The future lacks cars, tanks, boats, etc. In a universe built on voyages, nobody has personal vehicles – only starships. That seems, well, impractical.
Why would you ever beam down to anywhere? It seems that with transporters and communications systems, it is much safer to just never go down to another planet. The start of everything bad in the Star Trek universe begins with someone beaming down to some planet, ask any red shirt. As we’ve seen, when you beam down you will be killed, accused of crimes you didn’t commit, kidnapped, tortured, killed, get sucked into a war, involved in a terrorist attack, lose your memory, get killed, get a deadly disease, get chased, travel in time, get poisoned, fall in love and have her die, get forced into an archeological dig, and get killed. (I know I mentioned killed a lot, there’s a reason for that.) The only reason you need a doctor on your ship at all is if you beam down. Stay aboard the ship and call it in.
Technology causes more problems than it solves. Star Trek has taught us that many of the hazards of space travel are caused by the technology. The transporters is the worst. I mean seriously, would anyone use one of these things given their unreliability and casual breaches between universes? The stuff that technology does resolve in an episode is usually caused by technology in some way. It’s as if there’s still a Microsoft in the 23rd century, forcing reboots of starships every so often. Worse yet, technology is often the villain – i.e. the Borg.
While we’re on the subject of technology, aside from cloaking devices and quantum torpedoes, there is no new technological advancement in decades of the Star Trek universe. Sure tricorders got 22% smaller, big whoop. We had a genesis device that could make entire planets (which was awesome), but that supposedly just got locked away and forgotten. Ships pretty much look the same and do the same things after decades of the series.
Starships are complicated and control panels are dangerously explosive. The interface controls for starships is all buttons and touchpad controls. Lots of buttons and controls that require physical interaction. Wow. That’s what we have now. So you’re limited to the speed of human reaction. In reality, interfaces would be massively simplified – even aboard something as complex and big as a starship by the 23rd century. You should be able to drive a starship with your iPad. On top of their complexity, in battle, these control stations explode. It is probably just me, but that does not seem people friendly in their design.
The governments of the Star Trek universe are pretty stagnant. Despite all of the wars in Star Trek, only the Cardassians ever really got their assess whipped, and they totally deserved it.
No one uses camouflage in space. Why have a gray-white starship? Wouldn’t it be harder to hit if it was, I don’t know, black?
The same thing with uniforms. Oh, you’ve made it easy for me to identify and target your command staff by the color of their uniforms…thanks! And no pockets except for Star Trek: Enterprise. These polyester unitard uniforms really seem too tight to be comfortable.
Time travel has been cracked, but almost nobody abuses it. Assuming there is some parity between the governments in the known universe, only the Borg have said, “Screw it, let’s go back in the past and mess things up.” For me, that would be my opening move the minute everything started to go wrong in an episode. Apparently you can travel in time in any old starship, even a Klingon Bird of Prey loaded with two whales, but nobody does it.
Starfleet operations does a crappy job of assigning ships. There’s far too much of this, “we’re the only ship in the quadrant,” BS. Even a cop rolling up on a suspicious vehicle does so with backup. It’s like StarFleet subcontracted United Airlines to arrange their flight schedules. In Star Trek that concept seems to be lost on StarFleet Command.
Mankind is the superior race in the Federation…no alien race has actually elevated the Federation more than man. Any substantive race in Star Trek is considered evil. The Borg, who merely want efficiency and equality are bad. The Klingons who favor a martial tradition are bad The Romulans are all bad too. Don’t even get me started on the Cardassians. Only those races that are subjective to mankind (example: Vulcans) are considered good.
Despite StarFleet, despite the technology, Earth and other words are virtually defenseless. Oddly the only world that had a real defense was Cardassia and we all saw how that ended.
None of the real old civilizations survived. There’s hints of other older civilizations that sounded pretty cool, but they all die out. It’s as if the Mayans were trendsetters in the universe. The older civilizations and races just freaking disappear.
Every starship travels on the same plane of flight. When ships meet in space, they are not askew but always appear to be flying on the same invisible plane. Space, the last time I checked, is three dimensional. (I double-checked – yes, it still is!)
No one is fat in the future (except Harry Mudd). If you had replicators that could make anything, you’d be eating a lot of foods I’d think.
Somehow human names like Romulus and Remus are adopted and used by alien races long before contact with mankind. That should raise a few eyebrows. We certainly didn’t name things after the Klingons – BEFORE WE KNEW THEY EXISTED.
The only redeeming race is the Ferengi. That’s right. They run casinos and bars, have dancing girls, holosuites, you name it. Humans are boring in Star Trek. You want to have fun – it’s with the Ferengi.
I know the true-believers out there will tear me apart for this…I get it. Star Trek is sacred to most of us. But everyone should question their faith – in a TV series – every now and then.
We all a bit saddened at the death of Carrie Fisher. Since she had her cardiac incident a few days ago, I had some self-reflection about why her and her character has endured.
Until Star Wars (no number is needed) Fisher was relatively unknown. Yes, pundits will spout her credits, but to be honest, none of us had seen her face until Star Wars. The fact she played the role so well with so little experience catapulted her into our collective memory and hearts.
She played a princess that didn’t fit the mold. Up until that time we had the sugarcoated vision of princesses that Disney had been churning out for decades. Sure, we had Princess Diana (Wonder Woman) but in the end it was her figure that drew us in. Fisher’s Leia character was a tough, take-charge woman who was as comfortable in diplomatic settings as she was wielding a blaster. She was a role model without shoving it in your face like so many “stars” try to do today. A huge part of the appeal of Star Wars is her character and the fact that she did not fit the stereotype of a princess in distress.
Even the other characters like Han Solo, which should have overshadowed hers, were stymied at her audacity and biting lines. Yes, that was the product of great writing and directing, but in the end it was Carrie Fisher.
Her character fell in love with a guy from the wrong side of the tracks and she made it work. One of the best moments we had in Rogue One was seeing her there, once more, buns in hair, on the screen again.
And that slave girl costume from Return of the Jedi…well, that was another image we proudly carry thanks to her.
Was she a stunning actress with depth? Probably not. She didn’t have to be. One of my favorite moments recently with her was on Big Bang Theory when James Earl Jones and Sheldon rang her doorbell and ran. There was something so cool in that one short segment that made even the most stiff and cynical critic grin broadly.
When we saw her in The Force Awakens, we saw that time had stripped some of the veneer off of Fisher but not off of the character she played. While the years had changed her looks, the spirit was still there and that was all her – all the actress.
She was still our one and only Princess. She had a father with issues, deep issues. Yes, she kissed her brother – but we moved past that. She is gone, and for those of us who proudly refer to ourselves as geeks, we have lost our only true royalty. Her legacy is one of memory for us. She will always be in our minds wearing white, hair in buns, blaster at the ready.
For me, like so many, the reflections are personal. I proudly bear the fond memories of working at the Battle Creek Auto Drive-In for 10 weeks while Star Wars showed every night 1.5 times – to the point when we could do all of the actors parts while we did our jobs. It never once got old or corny. I took my children to see the digitally remastered films when they released in theaters, and my grandson to see the new films when they came out. Carrie Fisher is, for most of us, generational. Her image is iconic around the globe, which is why we care.
For her to have taken a part in Star Wars was risky…a risk we are all better for her doing. In her own words, “You came here in that? You’re braver than I thought!”
Farewell your worshipfulness. The Force is with you…you are now, truly, one with the Force…
I am a sucker for novels that deal with the end of the United States and how that would be horrible. I was in for the John Birmingham’s After America series, though I found myself wanting. He did a great job of character creation and all – but I struggled with it near the end.
So when I spotted Into the Guns by William C. Dietz, I jumped at it. Perhaps now I would get some of that satisfaction I felt missing. I came away liking the book, but felt I was still missing something.
The premise is simple. In 2018 a meteor shower destroys Washington DC. War breaks out because everyone assumes it was some sort of an attack. The results are a fragmented United States stripped of its Federal Government (stop cheering!) and hilarity ensues.
I liked the kickoff premise more than the reality. Birmingham seemed to factor in a lot of real-world stuff in After America. Dietz focuses on the characters. The sole survivor of the cabinet (ala Designated Survivor) paddles his way north from Mexico only to be taken prisoner by a New Confederacy that is setting on most the shattered nation’s oil reserves. The military finds itself splinted into a small bands that fight for survival, trying to retake military bases and protect local citizens.
I won’t shatter the overarching plot for you here – please go and read the book. Suffice it to say, there is a good strong plot, even if parts if it seem a little forced. My gripe is that the New Confederacy card is one played out in Alternate History and Sci Fi far too often. Yes, it’s a minor thing – but I would have liked something different…personal choice here.
Dietz shines less with story and more with characterization in this book. While I can sit here and nit-pick it apart, I won’t. Look, you have to suspend belief here. This is less a post-apocalyptic survivors book than it is a gritty military fiction book. This is where Dietz plays well on his home field and provide readers with some very cool battle scenes.
I give this book four out of five stars. It is the first time I’ve read the author’s work and I find myself compelled to read more – so it must have been pretty decent.