|icon_uk (icon_uk) wrote in scans_daily,|
@ 2012-01-22 01:43 pm UTC
|Entry tags:||char: captain britain/brian braddock, char: nightcrawler/kurt wagner, creator: alan davis, title: excalibur|
From the days when Alan Davis was on art AND writing for Excalibur comes issue #48 -
Meet Nightcrawlers Technet! aka
We open on a stake out at the Major Mainwaring Museum, Warmington-on-Sea (Throwaway classic UK sitcom reference)
Who could this motley crew be?
Well, however motley you're thinking, think... MORE motley...
Yes, that's indicative of their entire fighting style.
The Technet are a rather wonderful creation. They are a team of alien mercenaries, sometimes led by the not-as-dangerously-smart-as-she-likes-to-t
Though the Alan Moore/Alan Davis team Special Executive appeared first (and that's another post for another day, but not too long in the future I hope), the Technet actually predate them, thanks to time travel and plot requirements. But I digress/
(And Kurt is currently off active field assignments because he broke his leg, hence the plaster)
It turns out the person they attacked was not the thief they were looking for but, in a classic example of inter-departmental rivalry, another (nominal) hero....
Micromax had a run in a while back with Phoenix, on a similar case, so he's not particularly disposed to like Excalibur.
At this point DI Dai Thomas emerges, as does Micromax's boss Brigadier "Inky" Blott. They have a hostile history with each other and things get... fraught.
Wise move there Kurt
We interrupt this narrative to feature a page of Captain Britain, clad only in his jim-jam bottoms, and his old ally Captain UK, fighting the rest of the Captain Britain Corp in Otherworld... it has not bearing on this post, other than it's Alan Davis drawing a topless muscle-man, and I'm only human dammit.... Anyway, enjoy.
Back at the Lighthouse, Dai, Kurt and Amelia Witherspoon (Whose resemblance to Margaret Rutherford should tell you she is A) eccentric as only ladies of a particular British type can be, and B) awesome!) are discussing the fact the thief is, based on Rachel's earlier report, invisible, only partially tangible, and immune to any sort of telepathic sensitivity. Miss Witherspoon agrees that her own clairvoyant precognition can hardly sense anything beyond the vaguest sensations about it or it's intentions. It wants something, but they don't know WHAT.
The Technet are "training" in the background (They're usually peaceful enough unless paid to be, but they do like to spend one hour a day engaging in physical combat with each other for alien reasons no one else quite comprehends)
I wonder where this is going (And heaven help me, Kurt has rarely looked sexier than he does here)
A night or two later, it's stake out time again, this time at the Brum-Art Museum in Birmingham. Micromax is on watch again, but this time he is assaulted by the invisible attacker and knocked out. The thief grabs the headpiece that it's been looking for all along, and then....
The mastermind behind the creature (Who would be a major player in the next arc concerning the rise of the Anti-Phoenix) sends more energy to it's puppet, which starts to recover and fight back.... which means there's only one hope, the last member of the team; Chinadoll
And that's all she wrote! :) (Incidentally, Chinadoll appears to speak in nearly pure Claremontese, but alien speech patterns are hardly surprising I suppose)
Not only is Thug kind of adorable there (look at that smile... and just wait until you meet his brother in the Special Executive) but we see that the sheer awesomeness of Kurt Wagner means that even with his leg in plaster, he's able to inspire a squabbling, incompetent team into an efficient, effective team working in perfect co-ordination.
Though they left the title shortly thereafter to become part of the Special Executive, and Mr Wagner is currently dead (or as the X-Men probably put it these days "On underground vacation") it's nice to think that somewhere, somewhen out in the multiverse, a respected team owes their effectiveness to his leadership, and perhaps raise a toast in his honour every now and again.