The Orbital Worker
“Taking our Revolution to the Stars"
News Prog. 15 - 271.M41
Ekaterina seals the bulkheads
Ekaterina shows up early for the second shift each evening.
The Kronstadt shipyards bustle as workers leave the morning shift. Ekaterina is
at the front of the line as the next shift enters the framing of the Republic,
a new Gothic Battleship. Today, she has been assigned to frame 34, deck 6.
Ekaterina knows the protocols to install a standard naval
bulkhead like her family’s protein perogy recipe, but she still diligently
follows the installation rituals of the STCs inherited from the Imperium. No
improvisation or cutting corners here.
Ekaterina has a sister, Anya, who serves aboard the famous
Firestorm cruiser, Aurora. She keeps Anya and her shipmates in mind as
she tightens each bolt with her power spanner. When there is a hull breach, the
women and men of our Soviet Navy rely on the bulkhead holding fast against the
void of space.
Remember, Comrades, your work matters!
After running the diagnostic ritual to verify the responsiveness
of the emergency hydraulics, her labor cohort is allowed to rest. They are well-provided
for in the new communal cafeterium – an improvement over the old individual sustenance
chambers of the Imperium. Workers are allowed to mingle and many trade and
haggle the various protein paste portions based on their preferences. Near the
end of the 2nd shift lunch, around midnight, we were treated to a
dazzling sunrise as the lunar shipyard hurtled around our homey Stalinvast to
reveal our star beyond. The rays lit up the whole cafeteria through the tall
arched void panes before the dimmers kicked in. Ekaterina doesn’t even look up
from her heated discussion about whether or not the STC rituals are a form of
violence against the spirit of the working class – conversations like these are now common
amongst workers across Stalinvast.
The Potemkin Soars into Legend!
Scrivener: With
permission of the Commissariat of visual Arts subcommittee on Proletkult I have
the esteemed Sergei Eisenstein with me in Vasilariov for an interview. Thank
you for being here with us, Comrade Eisenstein.
Eisenstein: Of course. I am pleased to speak as a
representative of the Proletkult theatre collective.
Scrivener: You are here to talk about your latest work, the
Space Battleship Potemkin. I’d like to start by asking, why this film? Why the
Potemkin?
Eisentstein: With the establishment of the Worker’s
Republic, life in Stalinvast has been transformed. The Imperium has been
smashed in this sector and each day we have strived to redefine our humanity. Initially
our work was to steer our fellow comrades as our world was rebuilt. The people
struggled with their new-found freedom after millennia under the Imperium. Our
first film embraced Proletkult with a furor to feature our agriwork comrades
who were seizing control over their agrifactoria. We wanted to tell the story
of these heroic communities so that they might act as examples for others.
After three films highlighting various communities and the growing worker
culture, our film collective, with the authorization of the Commissariat of
Visual Arts, decided it was time to memorialize the events of the Revolution.
To understand the Potemkin and its crew is to understand the Revolution.
Scrivener: Most of us still actively recall the events of
the Revolution. We read the papers, saw the Imperial massacres over the
holocasts, or knew others who were involved. What was it like to work with
living history like that?
Eisenstein: Our collective was really quite fortunate. The
Commissariat pulled a lot of strings to make this film happen. Many of the
sailors are still alive and they were volunteered for our project. Those
sailors were used to agitprop and speaking their minds. They would often have
their political officers intercede to correct our script, or they would talk
with our team about how a particular event happened. We also had access to many
of the ships of the People’s Navy including the Potemkin herself. This gave our
sets a truly authentic feel. The revolution has also made filming much easier.
Before the Imperial authorities would enforce the rights of noble houses to bar
our access to different sectors of the hive cities. Now, the nobles are gone,
and the cities belong to the people. No private property-owner can protest
against the use of his land or demand payment for its use. Naturally, these
things considerably reduce production costs.
Scrivener: What are you most excited to share about the
Potemkin film?
Eisenstein: Hololithic media had largely stagnated under the
Imperium. Events were typically recorded following the strictures of mechanicus
protocols. The old regime emphasized the role of recording for evidentiary
reasons – this resulted in long recordings that featured the event in its
entirely. The Revolution has allowed us to experiment and improve on the old
practices. With Potemkin we get to use our new technique of assembling hololith
segments. This process allows us to not just show the single action but to
communicate the interrelation of details, expression, and motion. Let us take,
for example the scene in Potemkin, in which the Wolf Pack slowly, deliberately,
descend the Capitol river steps, firing into the masses. Through a deliberate
composition of the elements of limbs, steps, blood, people, we create an
impression, but of what kind? The spectator is not immediately transported to
the Capitol of 269; but as the Marines’ boots march relentlessly down the steps
the spectator recoils involuntarily, so as to escape from the field of bolter fire.
And when the pram of the panic-stricken mother goes tumbling down the steps,
the spectator grips his cinema seat convulsively, so as to avoid falling into
the River.
Scrivener: Has the film received any negative reception?
Eisenstein: It depends what you have to say about it. [both
laugh] But, speaking more practically,
No, the imperial censors have been abolished. It makes my job a lot easier, as
you can imagine. [Both chuckle].
The Plight of our Servitor Comrades
Dearest Comrades we must not avert our eyes any longer to
the truth of our servitor comrades. Our whole lives the old regime told us that
the servitors were biomechanical tools, that they were grown in vats to serve
tasks to make our lives better. But there were always rumors that some were
every day people who were punished for crimes by the secret police, or stolen
in the night by Mechanicus press gangs. These rumors were never quashed either
because they were true and the workers’ knowledge and tales have always proven
out in the long run, or because the old regime wanted us to be afraid.
But, they are rumors no longer! I, Vasili R., union steward
to the K street munitions factoria on the 5th level of Hive Dendrov,
have proof! Growing up on the 3rd level, I had a good childhood
friend by the name of Mishka. He lived on the floor below me in the hab-block.
Between edu-progs at the Schola Laboris, he and I shared a shift at a fuse
milling station until he was 14. The Mechanicus ordered him transferred to
another hive’s manufactoria detail. He refused and was arrested the next day by
the judges and we never saw him again.
Three weeks ago, I found my dear friend Mishka. I found his
body, but not his mind. Our comrades in Hive Mysov were hosting a munitoria
safety standards symposium on-site at their plasteel lathing shop. When I was
inspecting milling stations and the reviewing the new safety protocols I found
what was left of Mishka. They turned my friend into a servirtor! I couldn’t forget him. I spoke to the foreman,
filed for an inventory transfer order, and got leave to bring Mishka back to
Dendrov to confirm my suspicions. He was identified by comparisons with his
medical slate and confirmed by his mother who wept upon seeing what was left of
Mishka.
Since then, I have led the Commission of Servitor
Repatriation to identify our missing comrades among the servitor population. So far, thousands of victims of the old regime have been verified and documented. This
is only the beginning of this commission’s work uncovering the crimes of the
Imperium.
My friend Mishka is long dead. His spark of humanity is cold
inside that servitor. His body continues to work and be exploited. The Imperium
does not care if we live or died, only so long as our bodies continued to
labor for their unending wars. The fate of our servitor comrades embody the
ultimate logic of the Imperium.
If Mishka persisted, deep behind those vacuous eyes of the
servitor, then he was trapped. Our worker’s revolution has liberated us from
the tyranny of the imperium. It has given us back our autonomy, our innate
human desires and will and community. We now breathe more freely as we decide
our shared fate. That freedom was not given to Mishka. Our servitor comrades
are still trapped and cannot be freed by any revolution. Their fate is damned
by the Imperium and their Mechanicus collaborators.
In consultation with the Commissariat of Public Safety, and
Mishka’s next of kin, I terminated the servitor’s life-sustaining functions.
That cage husk is dead.
The Commission of Servitor Repatriation now urges each foreman across the
people’s republic to begin shutting down these abominations. This goal will not
be easy; it will come with great effort. Replacing the servitors will mean
missing quotas, extra shifts by our living comrades, and putting our bodies in
their dangerous roles. But, we must liberate our Comrades from these millions
of cadaverous tombs.
Byron's Hobbying
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| Eisenstein and his crew |
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| I found this historical picture of Eisenstein and his camera crew. |
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| Eureka Miniature's catalog image of the camera crew |
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| Eisenstein and his crew learn to work with the veteran Potemkin Crew while the ruined street set is still under construction. |
The second, and the thing that clinched the decision to include him, was White Dwarf 306. I play 4th edition Warhammer 40k with my kids. I plan to use the 3.5 ed codex to represent the Sailors of the Kronstadt Orbital Shipyard. This issue included rules for an Imperial Guard High Commander.
And, just like in the SBY influence, the captain should have a team of trusty officers at his command. This HQ choice is brimming with options. Unlike the standard HQ command squad, the high commander can have a large group of 11 aides and troopers (but no heavy weapons.) Some of the options are quite characterful.







































































