John Park tutored me in languages during my formative years. He explained how they were created by the underlying cultures to a young man more interested in girls than language. He taught me how to woo girls in a dozen languages, and how to question every sacred cow of nations and cultures. And he taught me to question the traditions of my family. My father did not appreciate this once he discovered the extent of John’s teachings and banished him from the family, but my father was too late. John made me the man I am today. Then he joined the church, became a pastor, and spent a century staying out of the news. I tracked him down after that, and it was not long before he was part of the Wolfenheim Project.
Today is the day to remember what generations of American patriots have fought for. We remember their sacrifice, and we celebrate what they gave us. We remember the Declaration of Independence that brave men signed in the face of a worldwide empire. We remember those who signed the Constitution we live with two centuries later. We stand outside in the evening light and celebrate the birth of our nation by blowing a piece of it up. Today, in typical American fashion, we celebrate our Independence Day.
I saw the new Transformers and Pirates of the Caribbean movies in the last two weeks, and in many cases they are the same movie. In other ways, they are completely different. They are both a kind of origin story, adding history and gravitas to the more simplistic movies that predated them. Transformers has more story in this one movie than in all of the other Bayformers movies combined. That is not a good thing.
Transformers was in dire need of an editor willing to cull sacred cows and stuff genies (or wizards) back into the bottles they came from. I didn’t dislike the movie. I also don’t really LIKE the movie. It’s a meh movie. It is full of the some of the best filmed or cg created scenes in the entire franchise. From fan service scenes where Bumblebee actually shows up as a Volkswagen, to them showing us how the Witwickys fit in the world of Transformers. And the fight scenes throughout are almost perfect. You can see the action in crystal clarity as if Bayformers lost the shaky cam. The problem is that the story that brings all those awesome scenes together is…too busy. Too chaotic. Too complicated. We move from cool scene to cool scene in a blinding flash of story bits that serve more to confuse than to inform. What Transformers needed was to cut out a third to half of the movie, and then embellish on what was left. It would have made a great movie that way. As is, it is a meh movie. It’s taken me a week and watching another movie to figure out how to say what I feel. If that doesn’t say anything about Transformers, I don’t know what will.
Pirates on the other hand, was a fun movie to watch. It also has much more story, and was a very complicated movie if you delve into the story. But the story is shown more and told less. And that is the key. Pirates never seems to TELL us anything. It shows it all to us, from Jack Sparrow’s origin to what could be his utter end, in dribs and drabs that leave us wanting more. Pirates was a fun movie to watch, and I find myself wanting to watch it again. And if that doesn’t say anything about Pirates, I don’t know what will.
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Ariel lost everything because of me. My plan. My execution. Her loss. Her ship. Her career. Her name. She had to create a new identity and disappear from the world she’d been born to. But at least she got another ship in the bargain. It was the least I could help arrange. Normandy was a century-old light carrier, but the Peloran upgraded her real good. Full gravdecks. New weapons. Better fighters. Better everything. They made her into a dangerous weapon of war, and Ariel took her into battle more times than I can count with my boots on. And you know what? She was the perfect girl for the job. She protected the Wolfenheim Project with all the honor and dedication she’d ever displayed in her first career. Her second life was just as amazing as her first. Maybe even better. She was worth every second I ever spent defending her flanks, and I would gladly do it again if given the chance.
Captain Olivia Wyatt had no interest in working for me, you know. I do not believe she trusted me. But she did trust Jack. They fought and worked well together. He convinced her that my project was worthy of her time in the end. And so she gained command of an ancient light carrier named Normandy. It was her mission to protect my colony expedition, to escort ten thousand colonists to a new home in alien space as a message that we would always be coming, no matter what they did to us. It was her mission to take the dream of Wolfenheim and make it a reality. The stories about her are right. She fought with honor and distinction, and entire races owe their survival to her and her people. She truly was what my project needed. A leader.




Forge of War on Amazon
Angel Flight on Amazon
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Angel War on Amazon
Wolfenheim Rising on Amazon
Wolfenheim Emergent on Amazon