Halloween 2019 Post-A-Day 1
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Battlestar Galactica #10
Kicking Halloween off with a scary
giant space testicle
"This
Planet Hungers”
Writer
– Tom DeFalco
Pencils
– Pat Broderick
Inker
– Barreto & Marcos
Colorist
– Ben Sean
Letterer
– John Costanza
Editor
– Allen Milgrom
Editor-in-Chief
– Jim Shooter
December
1979
No, I haven’t died.
I mean, I could easily see why you
would think that. However, it isn’t remotely the case. I think. I think I’m
still alive. Maybe someone should check on me just in case though? I might be
mistaken.
Not
that it would matter in October because this month is Halloween post-a-day and
even being dead won’t allow me to stop the post train from rolling down the
tracks. “Whoo-whoo, mothertrucker!”
Our
first stop this pumpkin-spice season is the depths of outer space, as the
Crapbox travels back to my yesteryear and a little-loved yet fondly remembered version
of the show called Battlestar Galactica. The Crapbox may have visited this neck
of the woods before, I can’t really be certain. Too much time away from what
I’ve reviewed will do that to an aged brain like mine.
What
you need to know is that this Marvel book popped out alongside the original
1978 TV series, lasted 23 issues, and the faded alongside the show. Like
Marvel’s Star Wars before it, some of those issues were illustrated by such
talented hands as Walt Simonson, Rich Buckler, Klaus Janson, Sal Buscema, and
(our artists on this issue) Pat Broderick with Eduardo Barreto and Pablo
Marcos. Our writer this outing was Tom DeFalco, still on his way up to his own
stint as EIC.
Being
10 issues down the chain we are well past the actual recap of the television
movie (the magazine format graphic novel of which had secured the book a
ongoing) which was sliced into the first three issues. The
adaptation of the two-part TV episode “Lost Planet of the Gods” appeared as issues 4 and
5.
But by issue 10, BSG the comic book and diverged greatly from BSG the TV series. At this point in the comic story our wagon-master to the stars, Commander Adama, got himself trapped in a dream state courtesy of a technological memory simulator. Sadly, instead of finding info that would lead the BSG fleet to the lost 13th tribe of humanity, Adama just found his dreams were jumping off points for stories of past conflicts with the robotic Cylons.
But by issue 10, BSG the comic book and diverged greatly from BSG the TV series. At this point in the comic story our wagon-master to the stars, Commander Adama, got himself trapped in a dream state courtesy of a technological memory simulator. Sadly, instead of finding info that would lead the BSG fleet to the lost 13th tribe of humanity, Adama just found his dreams were jumping off points for stories of past conflicts with the robotic Cylons.
No
doubt this was done to keep the book somewhat behind the TV series so they
didn’t wildly diverge from each other.
Whatever
the purpose, what we get is this tale of terror in space care of Lorne Greene
in a big snow globe. Our lead-in is these nice exterior shots of the Galactica…
But
as Apollo, Athena, Starbuck and Tigh look on, we get the start of our flashback
story. Something that happened to Apollo and Starbuck far back during the war
with the Cylons…but strangely is known about in such complete detail by Captain
Adama that he can remember their parts of the story too…
It
begins when the Galactica’s long-range scanners notice a strange, huge blip on
their radars. Adama sends his two best pilots to investigate.
They
are shocked at what they find! Mainly because it happens to be a giant floating
space-testicle.
Okay,
so maybe at first they think it’s a rogue planet or something, but soon the
evidence of their scanners…
And
you’d think that a place this weird would put both of them off, but THEN you’d
remember that this was the 1978’s version of Starbuck, a man desperately trying
to beat Jim Kirk’s “girl in every port” score. And I think he would follow
through on that promise if it wasn’t for these plants…
…that
sexually assault Apollo. Try figuring out what hashtags to add to that #METOO
movement, A-Paul. Just like in the best Japanese Henti, the plant tentacles
spooge their nasty gas all over Apollo and then retreat, with Starbuck’s
gunfire to hasten their farewell.
The
gents hate to “be groped and run” but they’ve had enough mistreatment at the various
appendages of this unknown moon. So back to Galactica they race.
And
they arrive just in time for Starbuck to come down with a mysterious case of
“space herpies” or perhaps “space face-herpies?” Looks like the boys should
wear full body condoms whenever they go for a spacewalk.
As
for it being “a gag,” NO, but your face is now making me gag!
I
shouldn’t be quite so hard on Starbuck, as his aliment appears to be more than
just surface grossness. And it appears to be catchy.
Something on the mysterious planet of probing tentacle plants has gotten him genuinely sick. And that highly contagious whatever infects Apollo’s kid brother Zac in a matter of seconds. So sick, he faints right into Apollo’s arms.
Something on the mysterious planet of probing tentacle plants has gotten him genuinely sick. And that highly contagious whatever infects Apollo’s kid brother Zac in a matter of seconds. So sick, he faints right into Apollo’s arms.
Within
a few hours or “centars” or whatever made-up time unit we are dealing with here
the ship is ravaged by this plague that makes people look super-gross and
unable to get a date for their high school prom. Also, there is some nonsense
about it being spread telepathically.
To
make matters worse, there are three Base Stars rapidly closing in on them,
forming a pincher that is forcing them closer to the giant infectious space
testicle. Galactica is truly caught between a robot death squad “rock” and a
sweaty diseased ballsack of a “hard place.”
Meanwhile,
in quarantine Apollo is having nightmares of being groped by an alien planet,
which I’d say is pretty standard for someone who has been touched
inappropriately by an entire world’s worth of tentacles. Kid needs some
counseling.
Or
something else? Apollo goes nuts and breaks out. While on the other side of the
ship, Adama makes the decision to wipe out space ball’s threat to humanity.
He
has to put those plans on hold as Apollo (using a leg longer than his entire body)
takes out a guard, steals a viper and heads for the planet’s surface.
Not
that it’s a long trip, as we can see in the next shot. Galactica looks to be
dangerously close to getting tangled in some space-pubes. Adama isn’t about to
stop his countdown though, and I’m assuming he feels the three Base Stars will
take down Galactica anyway. That would account for his unfeeling attitude at
nuking his son alongside the giant space nut.
That
telepathic plague has something else in mind, however. Adama finds he can’t
order his ship to fire on the planet. All this, while Apollo is apparently
getting kinky by making “physical contact” with the planet tentacles on the
surface.
All
hope appears lost as the testicle’s pseudopods reach out for Galactica and the
basestars send out wave-upon-wave of Cylon raiders…
…only
for the twist of the story to come: the living testicle is a GOOD GUY! He (naw,
I didn’t check its gender in terms of the story, but take my word for it. This
one is a “he.”) destroys the basestars and saves Galactica…
…and
afterwards explains that the plague was just its attempts at telepathic
communication. Also it mentions being hungry for companionship, which is weird
given that Adama’s son is on the surface in “physical contact” with this weird
giant space ball.
Regardless,
Adama realizes he was wrong the entire time…and as the page count at the bottom
shows us, he’s out of story time too. Back to the memory-flashback wrapper we
go. Back to more warnings that if they don’t free Adama soon he’ll die lost in
his own memory. No mention is made of what happen to the very handy giant
moving killer space testicle and why it isn’t being used to destroy more Base Stars.
Although,
there is a “next issue” blurb about “Scavengers World!” staring in issue number
11. An issue with art by the amazing Walt Simonson inked by the astonishing
Klaus Jansen. An issue free of planet-sized, scary space testicles.
They didn’t have the balls to bring it up again, apparently.
They didn’t have the balls to bring it up again, apparently.