Since we’ve established that Comrade Uranin can’t simply wipe out the base with an attack from above, he’s got no other choice than putting boots on the ground and staging a classic assault. This conveniently coincides with the fact that George also had no other choice than working a rip-off of those Imperial AT-ATs in somehow, since otherwise he would have lost tons of his jealously guarded geek cred. And it’s not like it cost him a lot of time - by that stage of planning, it was pretty much a given what those SovieT-ATs would end up looking like.

On a sidenote, it seems that Comrade Uranin is still busy doing the Timewarp. I’m pretty sure that that’s no longer necessary, strictly speaking. ._.

More on Monday.

And now he’s quite astonished by the idea that Captain Valiant could have been lying…but, thinking about it, he’ll soon realize that it’s possible. He did say he wasn’t an Alien Spy, but, after all, he didn’t publish it in a peer-reviewed journal.

Snuka, in the meantime, is shocked, simply shocked, by the insinuation. Much like back then, when somebody told him there was gambling going on in his opium den.

There’s a slight continuity error with one of the props going on in this scene…George Geekish is normally really good about properly inventorying props, but a “6″ and a “9″ look rather similar if you aren’t sure which way counts as up on a morning star. ._.

More on Thursday.

Comrade Uranin has his priorities straight - not willing to run the risk of time wasted by inappropriate amounts of gloating, he unleashes the fury of his ultimate weapon, the super laser, capable of destroying an entire planet with a single shot. I assume that that’s on the “high” power setting. ._.

And he picks the closest possible target for it: Aldebaran. He couldn’t have aimed for anything closer, of course. He isn’t stupid, he knows that aiming for the Repell Alliance base, as obvious a target it might appear to the uninitiated, would have amounted to suicide. Superweapons, when they are in the hand of villains, never work when they’re aimed at something that would cause the villain to win when hit - obviously. If he had aimed for the base, his flagship would have blown up fractions of a second before firing, either due to hubris/equipment malfunction, a one-in-a-million lucky shot by a tiny enemy fighter, or explosives planted by Anthony Quinn. Uranin can’t allow this to happen, at least not until he’s got his big scene.

More on Monday.

Have you noticed the way Mopey is looking at Hawker Valiant? Her eyes are practically ablaze! I guess that means our goth girl must have fallen in love again! *nodnod* Yeah, I’m pretty sure that must be it. I’m awesome at reading feelings and stuff. And it’s not hard to see why - not only is he the dashingly handsome pilot who brought all of them to the Repell base safely (including the Uranians), there’s also the fact that his remarks in panel five are practically a tacit admission that Mopey was right, back on April 1st…he seems to have forgotten about it, but his remark indicates that he would now go along with her idea, if it wasn’t too late. If that isn’t a great basis for a relationship, I don’t know what is.

It’s probably going to be hard on Gregory, though, wherever he might be right now. WHEREVER HE MIGHT BE RIGHT NOW. BE RIGHT NOW. BE. NOW. *cough* Just a subtle reminder, is all.

More on Thursday.

But really only ever so slightly. He has waited too long (well, an unspecified amount of pre-plot time) for this moment to let petty concerns over his dignity, or the dignity of his office, stop him now. And, after all, history is written by the victors, as they say. Once he is victorious, he’ll simply lean heavily on the chroniclers and historians to keep certain tactical aspects of his glorious achievement slightly vague. He’s sure that’ll work out, at most he’ll have to send a dozen, or so, historians to the Uranian equivalent of Siberia. They can chronicle his cats, there. That should keep the others in line.

More on Monday.