In the 11th millennium of the rule of the Eternal Empress a squad of planet-smashing super soldiers find their routine mission to be anything but. These are the Forged. They take no prisoners. Written by GREG RUCKA and ERIC TRAUTMANN and brought to the page by MIKE HENDERSON, embark upon an over-the-top pulp adventure of sex, violence, and sci-fi inspired by Conan, Heavy Metal, and other comics you tried to hide from your parents.
Greg Rucka, is an American comic book writer and novelist, known for his work on such comics as Action Comics, Batwoman: Detective Comics, and the miniseries Superman: World of New Krypton for DC Comics, and for novels such as his Queen & Country series.
Greg Rucka creates another series heavy on the world-building - and that's fine by me! Like Lazarus, we're introduced to a future society with rigid rankings and classes of powerful warriors. In this case, the warriors are the Forged, a group of women who answer only to the Empress. It's fairly standard sci-fi stuff, but Rucka does a wonderful job with the details, making you want to read on just to learn more about the setting.
Midway through this first volume, there's a big shift from "scene-setting" to "run-and-gun action." Both are excellent, though the change in pace caught me off guard. Ultimately, The Forged is a tale of first contact with a sentient race - except that race can travel through time and is apparently all-powerful. Uh-oh!
The Forged women are tugged this way and that by one of the Empress's minions who surely knows more than she's letting on (she must, she's a precog). The ending () sets up the next wild adventure nicely (and more world-building!). Can't wait for the next volume.
I'm a Greg Rucka fan, but "The Forged" feels like generic space-marine stuff with gratuitous lingerie.
The titular group is a team of genetically engineered super soldiers, answerable directly to the "Eternal Empress." As the book starts, they're warping to some remote planet to follow up on a lost ship. But the mission is more complicated than that, of course, particularly when some sort of spandex space priestess starts warping minds. But while an interesting twist is eventually revealed, too much of this volume is dedicated to running around and blasting space worms, etc.
Rucka is accompanied here by co-writer Eric Trautmann. The scripting is never bad, but it isn't particularly inspired. The art by Mike Henderson is detailed and frequently beautiful; his characters are distinctive, even if they tend toward cheesecake poses. But the action doesn't have a ton of variety, adding to the feeling that the story is fine but not memorable.
A military strike force of five women utilizing powered armor exoskeletons try to perform a rescue on a distant planet inhabited by hostile lifeforms. And then things get worse.
Heavy John Cameron's Aliens vibes, but the characters are all a little too flat and the armored suits a little too similar.
I have the next volume on hand from the library, so we'll see if things pick up after the lukewarm cliffhanger.
FOR REFERENCE:
Contains material originally published in single magazine form as The Forged #1-3.
Drawing was fun and different than I'm used to. Was a nice breath of fresh air. And seeing a typically male dominated story be female dominated is just chefs kiss. It was a little slow to start but it kicked up pace pretty quickly about half way in.
The Forged was okay. It has some of the touches of a world developed by Greg Rucka, but I didn't find much mystery in what was happening, or the mystery felt either underbaked or uninteresting.
Mike Henderson's art frequently pulled me out of the story because it felt immaturely over-sexed, like a 12-year-old who'd just watched Barbarella or Conan for the first time or whoever edited those early seasons of Game of Thrones to add in more boobies. The Cassandras' outfits and Victory's extremely short crop top are in your face; Still, many characters' facial expressions reminded me too much of when Greg Land used to use porn orgasm faces for Sue Storm going about her regular Fantastic Four business. (Was this a play on that since the Cassandras and the Forged are all clones of the Empress?) It was obvious these women used sexuality as part of their power games to thrill and frighten, but the depth and intrigue hadn't been introduced in a way that it didn't feel all superficial.
Don't let the all-female cast fool you -- they all act like macho male army guys, arrogant and off-putting. The overly sweary dialogue is pretty juvenile, and the story is your basic Starship Troopers/Aliens rehash with nothing new brought to the table. Mike Henderson's artwork has a lovely animated quality to it that keeps this book from being a total loss.
Interesting take on the sci fi action genre. The all female marine like cast is a cool choice. The mystery keeps the reader engaged as well as the action and interesting characters. Although there's not a lot of depth, the overall story and awesome art provides a great read. I look forward to reading the rest of the series.
The Forged has honestly been a masterpiece in comic sci-fi, big women in big suits with forces behind the scenes orchestrating everything and bonus dog photos? what else do you need in sci-fi. Good art ? don't worry, The Forged's got it. Good writing, that's right, The Forged's got it. This has been one of the most enjoyable comics in a while and inspired some great sci-fi adjacent conversations in the comic store. Really excited for the next arc.
Read in 3 Individual Issues, ranking the entire volume here for ease.
Forged Team Scimitar-3 is composed of every iota of the muscle, field aptitude, and quick decision making everyone under the wide and feverish gaze of a certain intergalactic imperium believe it to be. The challenge, of course, is that when one has a strike force of skilled soldiers, one tends to bend the rules in terms of what they can assign said strike force to do.
THE FORGED v1 is a perilous sci-fi adventure that stokes the flames of uncertainty without ever pulling back. Indeed, Forged Scimitar-3 is an excellent strike force. But calling up the team leader to speak directly with the ghostly envoy of an empress, a so-called "mind-witch," currently stowing away on a warship a thousand light years from the throne? Sending FS3 to Gehenna D-54-C, a planet with an abandoned terraformed project, to pull out a black box from an erstwhile ally that lost contact who knows how long ago? Not good. Something bad is about to go down. And stuck in the middle, either poised to start a hellacious brew of chaos or clean it all up, are the ladies of FS3.
This is the type of sci-fi comic book most people don't know they need to read: wild but engaging high concept, original and compelling character designs, consistent and reliable character dynamics, smart and tactical production design, and a bevy of unflinching and flagrant sci-fi chicanery that doesn't get in the way of a fun story. To a point, THE FORGED v1 is maddeningly layered with tech jargon, awkward bickering, and beautiful and dangerous environments, and yet none of which ever impedes the core heartbeat of the narrative: FS3 receives orders to descend to a crap planet to retrieve something, then things go wrong, then FS3 has to fight for its life. FS3 lucks into chaos, but will that chaos be as fortuitous as it hopes?
Nobody really knows. Victory, or Vic, callsign alpha, is the team leader; she's a brilliant field tactician, holds excellent command of her crew, and balances trust and suspicion with every breath. Vic knows she's the hired muscle of an intergalactic authoritarian regime. She's no fool.
Accompanying Vic are four amiable, constantly bickering, well-qualified soldiers who may also be psychopaths. Jo, callsign bravo, is mightily impatient, constantly horny, and keeps asking if she can punch something. Hap, callsign delta, is the group's combat engineer; she's brilliant with tech and typically upgrading her gear. Pusher, callsign epsilon, is the general corpsman and field surgeon; she's always stressed out. Harpo, callsign gamma, is Jo's sister; she's mute; she's also the team's scout, sniper, and recon specialist.
THE FORGED v1 relies on this scarcely functioning group of ladies when all else fails. And from the very first chapter, as readers learn, a whole lot is failing right now. Fighting giant bug creatures or other "hostile fauna"? Surviving a ship's catastrophic descent? Accidentally falling into an underground cavern? Just more chaos. One of the book's strong suits rests in how it wields its characters' multitudinous weaknesses in service of gathering and congealing some semblance of success. For example, Hap makes a serious blunder in the field that nearly toasts the team, but it's her critical thinking that lends essential context to the madness from which FS3 finds itself fleeing soon enough.
The comic is solid, but occasionally wields its passion for its roots a bit too insouciantly. Having multiple characters with brash and unrepentant personalities can make it difficult for readers to know who is speaking and when (especially when they're all outfitted with mecha that obscure their faces); often, color-coded word balloons aren't enough. Similarly, an abundance of characters, ambitions, and fates threatens to muddy the waters in terms of what the team can accomplish. Were these characters birthed through artificial gestation? Are they slaves? Are they disposable heroes? The book's futuristic insight leaves these questions vaguely unanswered. And with all of the chaos and fighting for survival, the notion that these delightful characters might merely be pawns to be tossed aside with the next volume rightfully unnerves.
THE FORGED v1, nevertheless, is an exciting book. Readers need more buff women in pulse-pounding adventures. Readers need more obscure sci-fi lore set to rend itself in two. Readers need more exquisite background artwork and visceral color theory that shifts and shakes from page to page. Whatever one's expectation going in, upon jettisoning from the book's final pages, one's expectations are undoubtedly much, much higher.
Greg Rucka is back and he's writing space opera science-fiction, which should be good news for me. Only it isn't. I can say I have followed Rucka's job for some time now and I'm always interested whenever he releases new material. But I have several problems with this new comic series, The Forged.
The first one is that despite having several appealing elements, like Rucka's signature heavy world-building and all-female space-marines team, none of those elements work for me. Yeah, Rucka is a true master when it comes to worldbuilding, but he does nothing in this volume that he hasn't already done before, and with much greater style, in Lazarus, Vol. 1: Family or Black Magick, Vol. 1: Awakening, Part One. I'm not interested in reading pages and pages about this empire's political games or economics. I'm simply not.
Then we have the characters. All female, rough, theoretically charismatic. Sounds great. But as many have already pointed out in other reviews, they're just a bunch of male marine characters who are, incidentally, females. Their construction is absolutely anodyne, based on dialogs that lack the slightest interest. They are brutes in armor and nothing more. I can't even distinguish their names because I don't give a s*ht about any of them. It's not that Rucka doesn't care to make them likable. There are plenty of characters in Rucka's Lazarus that aren't likable at all and yet, they are charismatic, mysterious and/or attractive.
The problem here is that these aren't characters. They're just cartoons with names. So if you present me with a plot that hasn't much new carried out by characters that I don't care about that only engage in never-ending military-style dialog and coloristic action... unfortunately, it's not worth my time.
And all this without even taking into account that I'm starting to feel deeply annoyed by a comic industry that keeps releasing new series without bothering to demand from their authors proper endings to previously released series. And yes, again, I'm thinking about Lazarus, a truly fun science-fiction series that nobody really knows if it's actually over or whatever; and Black Magick, which who knows if it will ever end. Why? Why keep starting new and irrelevant stories like this one when there are so many good ones that didn't get closure? It's beyond me and it saddens and annoys me as a reader greatly.
Millennia in the future, a human empire spans the stars. Its elite soldiers are biologically enhanced space marines, clad in mighty power armour. Any of this sound familiar? But where 40K's ships and installations are Gothic cathedrals, here they tend to be plain and blocky; similarly, instead of warrior monks, the leads sass and bitch like regular modern ground-pounders. And I don't entirely see the point of doing a riff on a corporate-owned setting if the result is less interesting, less weird than the original. Granted, there's an Empress instead of an Emperor, with a similar switch for the marines, but wasn't Rucka just doing another book with an augmented female catspaw? Hell, maybe he still is, I lost track of Lazarus circa the hiatus when I realised I wasn't missing it. Other elements of the story, while certainly plausible within 40K's magpie sensibility, just feel like 'borrowings' from elsewhere, and not in ways that build towards originality; Dune/Tremors killer worms, Emma Frost with more annoying precog tropes and even fewer clothes. Oh, and I found the lettering annoyingly blobby. But for all that the designs are dull, Mike Henderson and Nolan Woodard are very good at making shit blow up on the page and having it look suitably kinetic.
I enjoyed Lazarus by Rucka, but this is a poor effort in my opinion. The world is uninteresting and the character designs are mostly bland. The only difference between the main characters are how often they quip and say “fuck”. On a related note, I genuinely can’t wait until we move past this trend where so many writers think their dialogue has to read like kooky banter from a Marvel movie. The book also pads its page count with so much made-up technical jargon. I can’t understand that decision.
The artwork has gotten some accolades I’ve noticed, but I think it’s more so the coloring work. The art itself is fairly basic and lacking in detail. Where the art should really shine, the action, I think it mostly fails. I don’t mind the general style though. The colors really do pop at least and they’re what attracted me to the book in the first place. I also like the oversized format of the book. Hopefully more titles will give it a try.
I sort of dig the idea on its face: a group of female exo-suit soldiers kicking ass in space with vivid artwork. This is such a boring, cluttered version of it though.
Do I expect to see Rucka co-write a military science fiction story?
No.
Do I get to enjoy the best work's he's done since Lazarus? Yes. I think from a character viewpoint he brings some of his time in the military to this bad ass group of cloned women. While the mission, and overall story is really just beginning to unfold, there is something I have to say about Rucka.
When doing creator owned work he does a damn good job of universe building. yes, the text pieces at the end of each issue are a little dense but worthwhile.
I do think the first collection would have been better served by waiting for more issues to be published.
A fun, pretty, military-sci-fi graphic novel featuring bad ass cloned female warriors in giant armor. The pacing, color, and art were outstanding. I had been hoping for more nuance wrt world-building and plot, esp. given that Rucka is the author (I love his Lazarus series). The most interesting part to me were the Cassandras and the whole imperial structure, which - at least in this first volume - are introduced but take second fiddle to the Forged blowing shit up. Which is fun, as I said, but ...
3.5 Stars The first volume is fun and sexy, meant to evoke pulpier Science Fiction with a modern twist. I think it succeeds, especially with some of the beautiful art. It's funny that other reviews are commenting on the sexiness, but not the violence... Both match the tone enough, so I guess your mileage may vary. I think the biggest problem is that this mostly just sets up the plot with a little bit of characterization for Victory, but most of the character development and worldbuilding happens next issue, so this is one that probably should've collected six issues, rather than three.
Good start to what appears to be an interesting series. The art is a real standout and I like the oversized pages. The story could be a little clearer I think, though a lot of it has to be kept mysterious for the reveals to land. Other than some mild swearing, this doesn't really live up to the hype of violence, sex, and sci-fi on par with Heavy Metal, etc. I guess I'd pick up another volume if one comes my way...
3.5 stars overall As far as I'm aware this is Greg Rucka's most 'out-there' science fiction work and whilst it's a smorgasbord of various ideas and some tropes, it's put together in an interesting way and dumps the clichés; I found the world-building here far more convincing than his Lazarus series which I gave up on. I'm very interested to see what happens next with Victory and her crew and how the T-space aliens are a threat to the Empire at large.
Badass cloned women soldiers in mech suits fighting giant alien worms. Does it get any better than this scenario?
I'm not sure we really need the oversized issues considering there's never more than 4 or 5 panels on a page, but it is what it is. I just hate storing the bigger comics.
This is a book about women being badass and conquering in all situations and yet they are STILL over sexualized, the Cassandra in particular. I also found it very difficult to keep track of who was who in the mech suits.
This felt like a solid start to a series. I was having trouble tracking the action, and what was going on in the plot, but the ending has me asking a TON of questions! So I might check out volume 2 at some point in the future.
This was written for female bros and douchettes. The whole book was technical babble and bro talk. The idea was great but the delivery fell extremely short on this one.