Cosmic power in the Marvel universe is like tequila. It’s incredibly potent
and can make all sorts of wonderful shit happen. But it’s also extremely easy
to abuse and can cause a world of pain. In the same way most people can’t
handle tequila, most can’t handle cosmic power either. And something like the
Black Vortex is akin to making tequila more potent while tasting as good as a
chocolate milkshake with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles on top. There are
very few ways that shit can’t be abused to a horrible degree. And so far, the
Black Vortex crossover has done plenty to make the X-men and the Guardians of
the Galaxy swear off cosmic power and tequila for the foreseeable future.
However, they haven’t quite reached the point where the nasty hangover kicks
in just yet. They’re still in the midst of the kind of cosmic bar fight that
usually ends with cracked skulls and multiple concussions. Beast, Gamora, and
O5 Angel have already caused the kind of mess that’s usually reserved for a
Spring Break holiday in Cancun by a bunch of frat boys armed with Donald Trump’s
credit card. At some point, the X-men and the Guardians of the Galaxy have to
play the part of the asshole bartender that cuts them off. Guardians of the
Galaxy #25 takes them one step closer to that nasty hangover, but it also shows
that they would probably make shitty bartenders.
That hangover can’t come soon enough for Hank McCoy. This is a guy who has
been drunk on his douche-baggery for way too long. He’s so smart, but he can’t
see the omega level asshole he’s become. He bitches about Cyclops, but offers
no solutions. He whines about tapping immense power, but fucks up the
space-time continuum to bring the O5 X-men back from the past. If his hypocrisy
were any worse, Ted Haggard would try to buy meth from him. At some point, he
has to see how badly he’s fucked up. Well that time has finally come. It just
took cosmic level power for him to do it. That’s both ironic and hypocritical.
He laments to Gamora how he stuck his dick in the sadistic bitch that is
hypocrisy, thinking he was doing the right thing. And just like Cyclops, the
guy he can’t stop bitching about, he thought he could handle the power and the
responsibility. Now that he has the power of the Black Vortex, he realizes he’s
fucked. Even with cosmic power, he can’t undo the damage he did. It’s still too
late to make him less of an asshole, but that doesn’t make this any less
refreshing. Like someone lost in the desert, this feels like a nice cold beer.
It’s still not enough, but it’s more progress than Hank McCoy has had in years.
Beast’s overdue humility still doesn’t help the friends he’s screwed over. A
team of X-men, Guardians of the Galaxy, and Nova attempted to get to Hala to
retrieve the Black Vortex from Ronan. They arrived on a planet that Beast,
Gamora, and O5 Angel did a damn good job of fucking up. And Ronan even got in
on the act, using the Black Vortex for himself and deciding to give the finger
to his home world as well. I guess he understands that he has a lot of catching
up to do if he wants to reach Hank McCoy’s level of douche-baggery. The X-men
and the Guardians understand this and they want to use the Black Vortex to
return their friends to a state that’s slightly less overpowered.
It’s a perfectly reasonable request. It’s in the universe’s best interest to
have fewer cosmic-powered assholes running around. So of course the Supreme Intelligence
tells them to piss off. He’s okay with just sealing it away and using the Kree’s
might to subdue these cosmic-powered renegades. That has some merit on some
levels. And by that, I mean it has as much merit as a war plan organized by
Dick Cheney. But it’s at least somewhat balanced. That’s something this whole
story has been pretty good at maintaining, even when characters like Ronan and
Beast are involved. That alone is quite an accomplishment.
Balance or not, the X-men and the Guardians of the Galaxy aren’t inclined to
be overly diplomatic. They came expecting to resort to Jack Baur’s tactics,
knowing that the Supreme Intelligence was never going to be overly generous. So
Starlord decides intelligence is overrated and starts shooting while Nova takes
the Black Vortex. It makes for a pretty epic escape, complete with Captain
Marvel punching the Supreme Intelligence in the face. For her, that’s like me
kicking my old gym teacher in the balls. It’s just that satisfying.
It’s also satisfying to see Nova finally do something meaningful. His
presence in this story was a bit forced, but he’s finally found a way to
contribute. He’s still an immature kid who has seen Indiana Jones one times too
many, but that only makes his battle against the Kree Accusers more
entertaining. I’ve never been much of a Nova fan because he comes off as the
teenage Peter Parker that Andrew Garfield failed to be, but I will give him
credit here. Any kid who can go up against the Kree and pwn them appropriately
deserves respect.
Nova’s efforts to escape with the Black Vortex are still dependent on the
X-men and the Guardians of the Galaxy’s ability to keep the Supreme
Intelligence from using Nova as chewing gum. They have to take part in another
epic battle in a story that has already had plenty. But like a nap on a beach
in Maui, it’s one of those things that’s hard to overdo.
The battle is intense, but brief. However, it’s not rushed because it’s
brief for a damn good reason. Even though the X-men and the Guardians are
surrounded by Kree Accusers and a very pissed off Supreme Intelligence, they
still have O5 Jean Grey on their side. That’s like bringing the Death Star to a
knife fight. They have the edge. And O5 Jean even uses this as a chance to
exercise the powers she gained during her last adventure with the Guardians of
the Galaxy, turning the psychic energy around her into an unstoppable wave of
pants-shitting awesome. The Supreme Intelligence is the lucky one here because
it doesn’t wear pants, but I’m sure it wished it did.
With the Supreme Intelligence down for the count, the X-men and the
Guardians can escape. They just have to trust that Nova found a way to escape
with the Black Vortex. That’s right. They trust that an immature teenager who
only recently got access to the power of the Nova corps can protect the Black
Vortex from the Kree. That’s like trusting Russian teenagers with a crate of
grenades and an unlimited supply of vodka. It’s not going to work.
The result is somewhat predictable. Nova eventually does fuck up, but it’s
not from the Kree. One of the Slaughter Lords that had been sent to Hala to
retrieve the Black Vortex for Mr. Knife finally joined the party. Since the
Kree couldn’t get the job done, he decides to show them how it’s done. I hope
the Kree took notes. Nova is the one who gets pwned this time and he doesn’t
have the luxury of a pissed off Jean Grey to back him up. So while he did show
some competence against the Kree, the Slaughter Lords remind us that he’s still
a teenager.
But neither the Slaughter Lords nor Mr. Knife are content to just rough up
some whiney teenager and take the Black Vortex. That just seems too half-assed.
Mr. Knife decides he has to go the extra distance to prove he’s now the biggest
asshole in the universe, leapfrogging Hank McCoy and Iceman by several
light-years. To do that, he decides to turn his ship on Hala and finish what
Beast, Gamora, and O5 Angel only started. He destroys the whole fucking planet.
It’s not clean or swift like the Death Star either. Mr. Knife is the kind of
asshole who likes to rip the wings off a bug and torture it for a while before
he crushes it. He bombards the planet with missiles, so much so that he rips
out a chunk of the planet. It’s every bit as epic as it sounds and then some.
It forces the X-men and the Guardians, as well as most of the Kree, to get the
fuck off that planet as if it were the site of an upcoming Justin Bieber
concert. It shocks even Starlord, who already knew his father was an asshole,
just not on this scale.
Now it was a given that a few planets would get fucked up during this story.
Any story involving cosmic-powered characters is bound to rearrange a few solar
systems. But Mr. Knife did this shit without the aid of the Black Vortex. He
just had to be a total douche-bag with a big ass ship and a complete disregard for
life in general. It’s another example, albeit terrifying, of the balance this
story has maintained. But that only adds to the overall awesome.
Mr. Knife has now firmly established himself as the last person in the
universe who should have the power of the Black Vortex. He doesn’t just order
the destruction of Hala. He takes pleasure in it like a guy jerking off to animal
porn. He paints it as a good thing for the galaxy, although he doesn’t hide
that he blames the Kree for him losing his world. So there’s also an element of
vindictive douche-baggery at work here, as if he needed.
The thought of this guy having the Black Vortex should make the universe as
a whole shit itself. And for a moment, it looks like he has it. The Slaughter
Lords roughed up Nova and took it. They should be preparing for the party when
Mr. Knife takes a big cosmic shit on the ruins of Hala. However, one of them
reveals they lost the Black Vortex. It’s not entirely clear how it happened,
but it is revealed that it’s still with Nova. Somehow he managed to wrestle it
away when he wasn’t busy looking like an immature teenager. It’s a bit of an
oversight that could be easily addressed in another issue. Or it could just be
one of those cases where an immature teenager gets lucky. If it’s ever going to
happen, it should happen at a time like this to keep an asshole like Mr. Knife
from getting the Black Vortex.
The problem is the Black Vortex is still out there and it’s still vulnerable
for any cosmic asshole to exploit. That’s why Magik and Rocket Raccoon were
tasked with finding Gamora, Beast, and O5 Angel and hope they’re not too drunk
on cosmic power to help. Even they have to agree on some levels that keeping
Mr. Knife away from the Black Vortex is in everybody’s best interest.
There’s some funny moments with Rocket Raccoon, but there’s also a meaningful
conversation here. There have actually been many of those in a story that has
already blown up a planet so that’s saying something. Magik uses her experience
with being Dormammu’s mystica; prison bitch to relate to Gamora’s plight. I won’t
say it’s a perfect analogy, but it does speak to the same themes of dealing
with overwhelming power. And that’s something they’re all dangerously close to
failing at.
Then they pick up on the destruction of Hala and now there’s some fucking
urgency to not fail. And since cosmic power wasn’t even used to destroy it,
Gamora and Beast decide it’s time to stop waving their cosmic-powered dick
around and help their friends. It’s another small step towards Hank McCoy’s
long road to being likable again. He still has a long fucking ways to go. If it
takes the destruction of a whole planet for him to get his shit together, then it
might not be worth it.
Even so, Mr. Knife is already going in the opposite direction and he’s well
on his way to surpassing Beast’s douche-baggery at an exponential rate. He
might not have the Black Vortex, but he does have a few hostages. The Slaughter
Lords were able to take O5 Cyclops, O5 Iceman, and Groot prisoner when their
teammates were escaping Spartax. Now Mr. Knife wants to use them as bait to get
the Black Vortex back. He also makes sure to inform them that he just blew up a
planet and got a big fucking boner while doing it. He then makes clear he’s
willing to do that to Earth while the surviving Kree give him a hand-job. It’s
a fucked up situation that even Groot can’t sufficiently articulate. I get it,
Mr. Knife. You’re a bigger asshole than Beast now. I concede. This issue makes
that abundantly clear in the most awesome possible way and ensures more planets
could blow up before this is over.
When the Black Vortex crossover started, I think everybody got the
impression that this was the comic book equivalent of an NFL preseason game. It
was meaningless filler meant to bridge the gap to the regular season, which in
this case I guess would be Secret Wars. But somehow, the Black Vortex has found
a way to be awesome on a truly epic level. It couldn’t be more proficient
without being a star quarterback married to a Brazilian supermodel. This issue
truly reinforced the epic scale of this story. A fucking planet got blown up
and not in the casual Phoenix Force kind of way either. It was a massive,
Independence Day style attack that hit all the right emotions without being
derailed by a Will Smith character.
Any crossover story can start strong. I’m sure Battlefield Earth felt
interesting to some during the first five minutes. But Black Vortex keeps
finding a way to build momentum. It’s getting so many great characters
involved. The X-men, the Guardians of the Galaxy, the Starjammers, and even
Nova are all finding a way to be awesome in their own right. The struggle keeps
taking new turns. Some are personal and way fucking overdue, as with everything
involving Hank McCoy. Some are just epic in a way that blows up half a fucking
planet. Mix that shit together and it’s like Jack and Coke. It’s a beautiful,
potent combination that’ll get people fucked up in all the right ways. I give
Guardians of the Galaxy #25 a 9 out of 10. Fuck the preseason. This story is a
playoff contender now. Just hope that it doesn’t fail to complete the process
of making the catch or it can end badly. Just ask Dez Bryant. Nuff said!