"When were you a warlord?" |
Anyway, 'Wild, Wild Westerly' opens with the team seeking a warrant to re-enter Old Town. They have a surprise run in with their old boss - the one that Khlyen stabbed, but who is neither dead nor Level Six - and then get a docket for eight escaped prisoners, but first have to bypass a high-tech force wall which exercises an unhealthy fascination on Johnny - because that's how he is - and the new garrison commander, Smarmy McSleazhat. He has a name, but I'm convinced that's an alias. He's a nasty, supercilious, superior piece of shit who probably tortures puppies for shiggles. He can't keep them out while they're serving a valid warrant, but he is clearly among the ranks of those Company officers who feel that the RAC is an unnecessary liability.
"Did I mention how much I missed working with you guys?" |
Aspects of gender relations in Killjoys that I love, number 2 in an occasional series: Pawter greets her friend Johnny when they meet, rather than her ex, D'avin. |
Alvis tries to gas the bunker, but they talk him out of it for Pawter's sake. They leave after another tense confrontation with Jelco. Pawter insists that she's staying in the bunker where she can help, and Johnny kisses her as an excuse to slip a communicator behind her ear. They then head for Arkyn with Alvis, to explore the Scarback Monk connection from D'avin's indoctrination visions, but are detoured by a signal from Turin, their boss at the RAC. He claims to be trying to root out the Level Six conspiracy, but that he needs their covert help to do so.
Back at the bar, the interim owner tries to roughhouse Pre, who reluctantly gives way and lets him have the bar. No, wait; that's just the impression you get if you cut the shot where Pre stabs the guy in the hand with his own knife. This is what I mean about the cuts. I keep expecting people to get back up when they've been shot in the head, had their neck snapped, or otherwise died horribly what is, for me, off camera.
Other than SyFy's misguided timeslotting and consequent bowdlerisation, I'm really enjoying Killjoys still. It has an interesting, organically revealed world and strong, likable - or hateable - characters, and a fair few shades of grey in between, as well as conspiracy on top of conspiracy like a mad Da Vinci sandwich.
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