My apologies for the slowdown in posts here. I'm knee-deep in work on the revision to Thousand Suns and, as often happens when I'm hitting my stride, I'm ignoring lots of other work to take full advantage of the momentum I've generated. I'm also gearing up to finish the first Dwimmermount-related PDF (on dwarves and gnomes) and do more work on the Dwimmermount book itself, so, needless to say, I've been more neglectful than usual with posts and, especially, correspondence. With luck, that'll change soon, since I have quite a few posts to make, including many, many reviews, but I can't guarantee anything.
In the meantime, though, I thought I'd share some more images from the Marvel Star Wars comics, because I continue to be, well, obsessed with them and people seem to be enjoying my entries reminiscing about them.
Among the many intriguing characters introduced in the Star Wars comics was Baron Orman Tagge, the head of a noble house of which General Ulric Tagge -- the guy with the awesome sideburns in the Death Star conference room -- is a member. Baron Tagge had a vendetta against Darth Vader, who'd apparently blinded him at some time in the past, and now plotted revenge against him, hoping to displace him in the Emperor's favor.
As you can see, Tagge was a believer in old school irony; nothing less than beating Vader at his own game would suffice, which is why he trained relentlessly with the lightsaber. But, like just about everyone else associated with the Empire in the original film, he has no respect for the Jedi or their "ancient religion."
So, Tagge uses his family's resources over several issues of the comic trying to create a new "technological terror" with which to defeat the Rebellion -- and embarrass Darth Vader in the process. The baron is a wonderfully melodramatic villain and you've got love the man's fashion sense, right down to the "cyber vision" glasses that allow him to see despite the wounds he received from the Dark Lord.
I also like Tagge because of what he implies about the political structure of the Empire: a dog-eat-dog society of barely controlled chaos, where ambitious nobles, greedy corporate executives, mad scientists, and military strongmen vie with one another for power and influence under the iron fist of the Emperor, who no doubt encourages this behavior as a way to keep his Empire powerful and ensure his underlings are too busy fighting one another to try and overthrow him. It's a very different conception than what we get in the later movies, but I confess to preferring it in many ways, not least of all because it makes for better space opera.
Anyway, I should get back to work, so I'll leave you with another Marvel Star Wars image. It has little to do with the musings in this post, but it's cool nonetheless and you have to dig the boxed text.