#durla

The shapeshifters of Durla.

Like....no. Durla's a shithole planet because they nuked themselves into a coma & these are Durlans:

At least what they're supposed to look like before a few colony worlds took on the more friendly appearances.

Like guys stop just stop.

[Editor’s Note: This review may contain spoilers]

Writer: Gail Simone

Art: Adriana Melo

Colors: Kelly Fitzpatrick

Letters: Simon Bowland

  Summary

Just when Plastic Man thinks he’s got it all figured out…he doesn’t!  Believing that the Cabal is an invention of Obscura’s, Plas sets off the try and do the right thing for Pado.  Knowing he’s got to make some real changes in his life, he turns to…

"Vocateur Tensus was overheard saying there is no evidence against Cholini, one of Durla’s guards had whispered in his ear on the eve of the final trial. No one ever paid attention to a guard in the room; they were invisible to the high lords and ladies, a constant presence. Not to speak in front of the Imperial guard would be not to speak at all. He believes this has been a gambit aimed at reigning in the Prime Minister, who had begun to question some of the Emperor’s decisions. Once he has put the fear of the Great Maker back into the man he will surely dismiss the charges and welcome him back into the fold. It is the only outcome. The Emperor will appear magnanimous and the Prime Minister will fall in line. Durla had not told the man it was not the only outcome. He had dismissed his informant with a salute and settled back to consider the information, pressing a gloved hand to mouth as he thought.  The Vocateur was acting on the defense of Cholini, a perilous move when the Emperor’s will in the matter was unclear. Tensus may be shielded by his daughter’s marriage, which had been arranged under the auspices of House Mollari. Nonetheless, Durla made a mental note that should Cholini fall, House Tensus may not be far behind."