SIF #1 ONE SHOT

WRITER: Kelly Sue DeConnick

PENCILS: Ryan Stegman

INKS: Tom Palmer with Victor Olazaba

COLORIST: Juan Doe

LETTERER: VC’s Joe Sabino

Warning: Contains Spoilers

“I am the Lady Sif, born a goddess and forged a warrior. I have been baptized in the tears of my enemies, and their children’s children fear my name. I am rock and wheat and molten lava … what has become of me?”

Well, for one thing, you are the star, milady, of a new one-shot by Kelly Sue DeConnick, Ryan Stegman and the great Tom Palmer (with Victor Olazaba) whose inking made Doctor Strange, Tomb of Dracula and The Avengers once come to frighteningly realistic life.

Also, you are hiding – from yourself. While your soul was held prisoner by the mad Laufey-son, Loki, he wore your body as if it were a cloak, helping build a Dark Reign that will lead to the literal fall of Asgard.

Trapped in the body of an elderly human dying with cancer, mere seconds was all you had before your Lord Thor restored your soul to the body Loki had so viciously and cruelly stolen. You were all ready to be carried by the Valkyrior to Valhalla.

Now, living among the mortals of Broxton, Oklahoma, rather than amid the spires of the Golden Realm, you have yet to find yourself, your purpose, when an old friend, lover and comrade-in-arms, Beta Ray Bill, arrives in Broxton looking for assistance from his oath brother, Thor.

Could this be the purpose for which you have searched? Could Bill’s mission to free his sentient ship Skuttlebutt from pirates who have possessed her, diseased thieves ferrying a bio-mechanical virus be what you have sought?

By Fafnir’s hide, there is one way to find out!

A non-Korbinite is needed to get past Skuttlebutt’s sentient security, and as an Asgardian there is the likelihood that you are immune to the virus. The sister of All-Seeing Heimdall, guardian of the Rainbow Bridge, you summon the courage to go on.

Why the alien invaders attack you unarmed is a mystery as you crash through the ship’s defenses, a warrior born. Then you remember the disease, the virus, and slice through the throng with your steel, forged in the bowels of mighty Ulik’s world.

Contact! A pirate has made physical contact with your skin and suddenly you feel that skin slip from yourself like a thin dressing gown. It is Loki – isn’t it Loki, not the pirate? – trying to rob you again of your identity, imprison it again in a body of decaying Migardian flesh.

By Odin’s eye! Not again!

You awake, the fever dissipating, your muscles tired from your sword swinging in so many directions at once, from the combat that was once a part of your daily life. You awake in a hospital bed aboard your friend’s spaceship, Beta Ray Bill and his companion Ti Asha Ra at your side. Skuttlebutt is, if anything, even stronger now from the experience, from you having freed her of possession. Skuttlebutt is stronger – and so are you.

You are the Lady Sif, born a goddess and forged a warrior. You have been baptized in the tears of your enemies, and their children’s children fear your name. You are rock and wheat and molten lava. You are the Lady Sif!

And for a one-shot, you have made a pretty entertaining star in an above-average cosmic tale. Well met!

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