There’s some nice ideas here with jarring execution, which mainly comes down to the fact that Jim Shooter has a clue about the kind of kids he wants to feature in Valiant’s X-Men equivalent but zero clue about how to write them. There are lots of scenes which almost ring true but ultimately feel way too pat, full of daytime soap psychology and made worse by the impatient, staccato storytelling.
Still, points to Shooter for making his mutant misfits include actual misfits. Everyone’s bullying of overweight Faith reads even worse now, but Faith’s constant comparison of everything she meets to geek culture has turned out to be all too accurate an observation. He’s on shakier ground with Torque and Flamingo, who are so caricatured they feel like they’ve stepped out of a New York Times diner full of Trump voters. Even then, the idea that the US has - gasp! - different social classes isn’t one you generally find at Marvel or DC at this point. It’s a lumpy read but everyone involved is at least trying to do something different.