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Galaxy in Flames

This post contains spoilers for Galaxy in Flames, by Ben Counter, first published as a novel on (as nearly as I can tell) October 10th, 2006.

I'll be honest, I don't have a lot to say about this one. This book is the story of how Horus took the major part of the Sons of Horus, Death Guard, Emperor's Children, and World Eaters Legions to the Istvaan system on false pretenses of putting down another rebellion, and on the planet Istvaan III deployed those portions of them he judged most likely to object to his rebellion against the Emperor in a spearhead strike against the planetary capital, then bombarded the planet from orbit in an attempt to kill all the potential loyalists in a first strike. Saul Tarvitz, an Emperor's Children marine from Horus Rising, does some investigation behind the scenes, figures out the plot, then flees to the planet's surface in time to warn the spearhead, who take shelter underground, allowing many of them to survive the bombardment (virus bombs that otherwise kill all life on the planet, including its six or so billion civillian inhabitants). What follows is then three months of fighting on the surface in the ruins of the planetary capital, with the loyalists in slow retreat, getting whittled down to buy time in the hope that word has gotten out of Horus's treachery and a relief force will be sent to rescue them. No relief force arrives, but their slow defeat does tangle up the traitor forces in time for word of Horus's treachery to make it back to the Imperium. Loken and Torgaddon, the loyalist half of Horus's advisory Mournival council, fight Abaddon and Aximand, the traitor half; Abaddon and Aximand both live, Torgaddon dies, and Loken's fate is left unclear (spoilers he survives and is a character in later books).

It ends like this:

In the meantime, three embedded civilian observers who've been secondary characters in the last two books escape from Horus's flagship the Vengful Spirit to the Eisenstein, the one ship in the fleet held secretly by loyalists, which escapes and will be the subject of the next book. One of them, Euphrati Keeler, is now preaching the Emperor's divinity, manifesting miracles, and being called a saint.

It's essentially an extended action story with a jailbreak B-plot. It makes some odd pacing decisions, basically skipping from the bombardment to the last few day of the siege; I feel like it could have wrung more drama from making the situation more grinding and desperate... but then I'm just describing Helsreach, which is not surprising because Helsreach did this better.

All but one of the traitors have ridden a slip-and-slide down into Saturday morning cartoon villainy in this book; they're now all sneering monsters, constantly internal monologuing their own sense of superiority and expressing petty contempt for everyone around them, including amongst each other. Horus imperiously tells people who were his trusted allies, friends, and close confidants in Horus Rising how cool he is and how they'd better not fail him; those former close confidants and trusted allies just accept that he's right to do that and then treat their former friends and subordinates the same way. It's not even that they feel out of character; they don't really have characters. The exceptions are Lucius, who's like that but more so, because he's one of the series' designated ultra-assholes like Erebus, and Aximand, who kills Torgaddon and feels bad about it. I assume that'll come up later.

Look, it's fine. It does the job it sets out to do. It doesn't fail in any interesting or infuriating ways like False Gods did; the ending is reasonably affecting if you like Saul Tarvitz. It successfully novelizes some lore that was around for decades and moves the events of the series forward. This is one of the most important events in the Heresy and we'll be re-visiting it a lot in future material; I hear some of that future material treats it better than this did.

Euphrati Keeler's role is weird. You would think the book would be interested in playing with tone when it comes to the death of the atheistic Imperial Truth and the birth of the Imperial cult, but like the death of all native life on Istvaan III and the betrayal and murder of the loyalists by their traitor brothers, it's all presented in a very matter-of-fact manner.

This is the nicest thing anyone ever said about the prequels' Jedi Council. There's always a lot to be said about how the Council was clearly in a bad place, politically or ethically, and how the Emperor's rise was in no small amount the Jedi Order's failure to be of value, rather than totally forgotten in barely two decades. But this? This is nice. And true. The order was, at least in the temple, still raising good kids like Obiwan, and they were all doing the work there.

I’ll never quite get over just how integrated kids are into daily Jedi life and the implications of that.

Dooku’s Temple "job" for years seems to have been “teaching lightsaber preschool.” Sifo-Dyas, the guy with the scary doom visions? Oh yeah, they have him working with infants, bringing babies to the Temple as a Seeker. Jocasta Nu is constantly depicted interacting with the younger generation of Jedi, teaching, helping, or mentoring. In TCW, she knows all the Padawans on sight. 

There’s just something really ordinary and charming to me about this. Sure, Dooku is a terrifying 2m of spider limbs in a robe, but he’s still going down on one sinister knee to check out the little crying kid who got a finger crunched by one of those wooden training swords. How many of the TCW-era Jedi were once babies who played with Sifo-Dyas’s hair loopies or cuddled on his chest as he pointed his T-6 back toward the Temple after another successful Seeking mission? (Space is, after all, cold. 🥺) You just know Jocasta is in very reluctant possession of knowledge of every single teen Padawan drama, crush, or breakup. She tries to stay out of it, but she’s broken up fights and pulled particulars into her office for tea and a gentle lecture on the inherent self-destructiveness of gossip. 

And these are not “just some” Jedi - they are all combat trained, politically important, at the top of their rank and even each sit on the Council at some point in their lives. The Jedi Order really went “super powerful space wizards with laser swords, yeah, but they should also all definitely know how to change a diaper." 

Last pantheon I made up for a game, I just said "screw it" and made said Gremlin one of the Creator Gods. "This is [Space], who gives things a place to happen, [Time], who permits things to change, and this is [Chaos] who makes sure it isn't boring." Dozens of lesser divinities of course, but the Three are a statuesque angel with clock for a halo, a star-filled void with a nebula for a heart, and a giggling rodent who treats the world as her personal AO3.

I think what I love most about mythology is that the “Trickster God/Spirit” is an archetypical character found in almost every body of folklore. It’s like “Oh, here’s our God of the Sun, our God of the Sea, our God of Fertility, and our God of Being A Wretched Little Gremlin Who Causes Problems On Purpose”

just finished reading the latest manga chapter and now im sobbing over all the spotlight yui is getting in ur

idk i dont mean this with as much derision as might bleed out but it is exceedingly clear that some of you were never considered retard-faggots as a child and therefore never subject to the subsequent torments Pure Children would subject Retard-Faggot Children to.

[* the use of these slurs is not reclamatory but is also not pejorative. the use of these slurs is academic, technical, and descriptive.]

@achronalart, you often know about paint/media oddities: do you know much about Windsor & Newton Pyrrole orange/azo yellow medium? This blogger's sunset nearly got ruined by some odd-sounding clumping behaviour (though it did turn out fantastic in the end).

My man is complete. Another Knight of the Flame to join the Chamber of Purity.

Look at him. He is all nice and shiny and full of deamon killing vibes.

Look at him next to his bro. His buddy oh pal.

Look at his staff.

Look at the fabric. It took me 4 hours to finish.

Look at them together.

The skull would have said hi but its shy. Maybe next time.

Look at the fabric when it was still a wip.

No this post is not done yet.

I need to vent.

Because the orange and the yellow had been such a pain in my concave posterior I need a separate section on this post to adequetly describe my pain.

What the fuck is going on with w&n pyrrole orange abd azo yellow medium?

Like for the realzies as the kids say. I try to thin them down, they thin fine. And after a minute of them being left untouched and unbothered they begin to clump up.

I had to take this much out of the tube until I found paint that didn't have the consistency of dirt.

And at first things where fine until they began repeating bad old habbits like I didn't sqeeze the orange and yellow life out of those tubes 5 minutes ago.

So I improved.

Mixed in with glazing medium.

The paint told me to eat dirt cause it ain't gonna behave.

Mixed in with fluid medium.

The painy told me to eat [redacted] cause it ain't gonne bend to my demands.

So you know what?

I decided to turn around and tell it to bend over cause I ain't gonne give up that easily.

And the plan was for me to leave a decent glob of paint on the side thin a tiny piece of it on a different section of the palette and then apply the thinned paint immediatly before I guess the ghost of painting past comes and plays a trick on me again.

It worked.

But.

*goes very quickly to check the price of those tubes*

26€ for the pyrrole orange

18€ for the azo yellow medium

I won't even bother doing the math. Personally in my humble trashfire opinion I think that when a paint costs this much I shouldn't have to go through those painting gymnastics.

And you might say.

Wow. You are taking it way too personally bro. Calm your negative posterior and sit down.

And I will say no. Because I had to improvise on the fly and scrape off paint clumps from my mini and the blending was almost ruined four times because the paint gained the consistency of a dehydrated husk.

🧘‍♂️

Imma calm myself now.

My boy came out well. The trials and tribulations were part of the journey.

The patience cultivation is needed because the future projects will be far more intense.

I've not heard this version before, but it's impossible to mistake the core melody. Remarkably rich mixing, though. Guessing this is a fan cover.

narnia has actually way too many completely devastating concepts in it that are not explored At All

I love it when I see a nice art and it immediately dissolves into WTF-ery. Give me those man-made beauties beyond my comprehension.

Moooola!

et tu, boopte?