The Boo-Ya! #1: Pages 5-6

Page 5, 5 Panels- Hallway/Command Center, The Boo-Ya! Panel 1: Cut to a shot of Nessa sitting in the command center a split second after the exclamation from the last panel of the previous page. A setting and layout that continues on through the course of Panels 3 and 5. Her hands gripped firmly over both sides of the steering wheel. A look of sarcastic delight on her face, punctuated by a half-grin that can be seen over the left half of her circular head. In the background, you can see a little piece of the complex (and somewhat dingy looking) command center, including the Captain's chair. NESSA [Cont., to the Madam; Bubble 1]: Sorry I couldn't join you guys. The royal army still has some outstanding warrants on me from an old job I did many moons before we hooked up, and...I'd rather this pretty mug not get latched into one of those dank underground prisons they have at Keelzahn. NESSA [to the Madam; Bubble 2]: Eh, that's true. So, how much did we pilfer from the sexy Princess and her prissy, uptight fam? Panel 2: We move to a tracking shot of the Madam and Staehlia walking down one of the hallways onboard the ship as they make their way to the command center. The setting and layout is also similar to what we see in Panel 4, with a few changes to register the passage of time. The Madam is seen in the foreground of the shot ripping off the dress with ease. Staehlia, meanwhile, walks behind her, holding a holotablet and typing away as her captain speaks. THE MADAM [interjecting with casual dismissal, responding to Nessa from Panel 1, Bubble 1]: No worries! It probably would've ended just as chaotic with or without you there. THE MADAM [responding to Nessa from Panel 1, Bubble 2]: Stah's still calculating, but from what I could gather...felt pretty bett'n big to me. Easily a million credits-- STAEHLIA [interjecting herself into the conversation while looking at the screen]: A million and one-half credits, to be exact. Panel 3: We move back to Nessa in the same setting and layout that we saw in Panel 1. She moves slightly forward toward the base of the Boo-Ya!'s steering center. Her half-grin and sarcasm shifting toward one of pure delight upon hearing the news. The powerful, steady hum of the engines echoes in the room as she speaks, similar to what we saw in Panel 1 and what we'll see in Panel 5. NESSA [pleased, to the Madam and Staehlia; Bubble 1]: Nii--ccce! Should keep us locked in food, fuel and frolic for--a good quinla, maybe two? NESSA [chuckling, responding to the Madam's first bubble; Bubble 2]: With this baby stealth's shields? We should be fine not to rile any of the bett'n jackboots at the Tristellar Alliance. Panel 4: Back to the same setting and layout that we saw in Panel 2. A handful of steps later, as the Madam tosses the torn dress back over her right shoulder as she walks and talk. At the same moment, you can see a black jacket start to drop down from the ceiling. Though we only see the bottom of it as it moves. THE MADAM [responding to Nessa from Panel 3, Bubble 1, pondering]: Yeah, if Kor'ala doesn't jip us on a good price. Or the Alliance doesn't catch a bead on us and blow us out of the sky. STAEHLIA [looking up from the screen, to the Madam]: Um, ma'am...I believe I have found another dealer suitable to trade our goods for. THE MADAM [to Staehlia, Bubble 2]: On Earth? How the hells do they know anything about the TA black market? STAEHLIA [Bubble 2]: They are an emigre from the Capitol who emigrated to Earth just before Reconstruction. Panel 5: Back to Nessa in a similar setting and layout to the one that we saw in Panel 3. The good Killean leans her head slightly toward the speaker where she's been overhearing and interacting through the course of the page. The same sounds are also heard here, along with the lights above which flicker a little above her off-panel. NESSA [happy, to Staehlia]: Already digging it so far. Where at? I'm hoping somewhere in South America, or Britain, or Iran--ooo, Paris would be awesome! I always dug that flutarking city! STAEHLIA [from the speaker, to Nessa]: Well, it is close to the captail of France nation, Nessa... Page 6, 5 Panels- NATO's Extraterrestrial Threat Assessment Division, Brussels Belgium Panel 1: Cut to a shot of a break room back on our planet Earth. It appears typical to one that you would find in any other office building with cupboards, a sink and a coffee pot filled almost three-quarters of the way with java. A pair of soldiers (1 man, 1 woman) are seen chatting with one another, dressed in the familiar military garb of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. The sounds of music and the TV coming in from off-panel left. STAEHLIA [Cont., Off-Panel]: At least in...relative proximity. CAPTION: NATO Extraterrestrial Threat Assessment Division- Base [CLASSIFIED], Brussels Belgium (Dammit, I said [CLASSIFIED]!) SOLDIER #1 [the male, translated from the sweet symphonic Earth language French, apathetic to Soldier #1; Bubble 1]: So...how'd you get assigned to the bottom of Europe's defensive grid? SOLDIER #2 [the female, translated from the beautiful Earth language French, to Soldier #2]: High intelligence...and a low tolerance for bullshit from my superiors. That and I was kinda hoping I could meet that hunky Bridget and that Avalon team on one of their missions. SOLDIER #1 [Bubble 2]: HAHAHA!....Bridget is a goddess, not an alien! SOLDIER #2 [Bubble 3]: Still, I'd worship that ass to the moon and back. Panel 2-3: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. Soldier #2 starts up a sea of laughter that is followed by her compatriot while she's seen reaching for the pot and a nearby cup. In Panel 3, a few moments later, they're halted by the sound of another bit of laughter emanating from off-panel left. Soldier #1, who had been standing around the right area of the panel, starts to move closer to his colleague. Their collective gaze immediately shifts over to that same left panel area, examining the person behind it as they take a sip of their coffee. SOLDIER #1 [to Soldier #2, curiously; Panel 3, Bubble 1]: Is that the English girl? SOLDIER #2 [shakes her head, to Soldier #1; Panel 3]: No, I--I think she's from Wales. Big difference. SOLDIER #1 [Panel 3, Bubble 2]: How? They're connected by a bridge for fuck's sake! Panel 4: Cut to a shot of the woman they've been observing all this time, PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT. She's a normal looking woman, bookish and nerdy in demeanor with dark skin and blue eyes. She's sitting on the couch, holding her iPhone up toward chest level and listening to something using a pair of earbuds. In the background, over the top of the gray and navy blue leather couch, you can see the two soldiers talking to one another as if they were nature preservationists observing an animal in the wild. SOLDIER #2 [shrugs, to Soldier #1]: I don't know, I just know that there is. I once dated a girl from Wales before I enlisted. We nearly broke up when I mentioned to her how stupid the sport of Rugby is. SOLDIER #1 [slightly pained, to Soldier #2]: Ooof! That was not wise! SOLDIER #2 [Bubble 2]: Yeah....I was right though. Panel 5: Cut to a shot of the phone screen a few moments later. We see that it's an episode of the new season of Doctor Who involving the Eleventh Doctor, Matt Smith. Namely, the final episode of his run just as he's beginning to regenerate. It's one of many episodes that she has saved up in her iCloud from years of devoted watching. You can hear the sound of tearful sniffing, holding back the emotion as the scene plays on via her phone. SOLDIER #2 [Cont., Off-Panel]: The Welsh language is pretty beautiful though...for total gibberish anyway! MATT SMITH [faintly from the earbuds in the top right]: When you think about it, we're all different people all through our lives, and that's okay...