I don’t need to tell you that Warren Ellis is a goddamn BAWSS.

I don’t need to tell you that he’s returned to reboot the series that allowed him the crazy, innovative freedom that helped usher out the Style-Before-Substance 90’s and welcome in the Big Screen Intelligence of the modern age.

What I DO need to tell you -- right-fucking-now -- is to go out and start this series. Should that tag be at the end of the review?

...NOPE.

In a sea of fantastic ideas, DC may have topped them all by deciding to give free reign to one of the best writers in comics, and it immediately pays dividends in the Wild Storm #1.

The story starts with a bevy of familiar characters: Zealot is at the site of a bloody mess she has made, Jacob Marlowe is gobbling up screen time as the face of Halo, and Angela Spica is utilizing technology to save lives. The scenarios, however, are fresh and different.

In this issue we don’t have any context – we don’t know who Zealot is working for, or what the extent of her capabilities are. We don’t know how Marlowe rose to power, or what Halo is truly doing outside of aiding the world economy through technology and capitalism. And as for Angela, her gear shift from Sexy-Liquid-Metal-Badass to passionate (yet secretive) engineer is abrupt and fascinating. Gone is the painted skin look from the Authority, replaced with a bulky beta-type shell that is painful for her to summon. Hell, compared to all the technology from the previous iteration of the WildStorm universe, this tech looks rudimentary.