The Boo-Ya! #1: Pages 7-8

Page 7, 5 Panels- NATO's ETA Division, Brussels Belgium Panel 1-2: A two-part set of panels that are centered back on a close-up of Private Cartwright's face. Her eyes welling up in pain upon seeing the scene play out on the small screen. The dangly black wires of the earbuds can be seen drooped down below her ears. In Panel 2, a few moments later, a loud alarm blares out from outside, turning her attention up toward the ceiling. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [mouthing along to Matt Smith's dialogue; Panel 1, Bubble 1]: ...that's good, you gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont.; Panel 1, Bubble 2]: I will not forget one line of this. Not one day. I swear. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont.; Panel 1, Bubble 3]: I will always remember when the Doctor was me. SOUND EFFECT [from the ceiling; Panel 2]: BWAANNN...BWANNN...BWANNN... Panel 3: We move to a wider shot of Ms. Cartwright from the other side of the couch still wearing the earbuds. The back of which is visible in the bottom of the panel view. She looks up, listening intently to the message that coincides with the still continuing alarm. You can also see a messenger bag looping over her right shoulder, revealing for a brief moment the presence of the smart phone in her right hand which also grips part of the bag's strap. COMMANDER WEBER [from the speakers, Off-Panel]: All units report to the Command Center. Unidentified flying object has been detected nearing Earth orbit...Toutes les unités rapport au centre de commandement. Aéronef non identifié a été détecté près de l'orbite terrestre...Alle Einheiten berichten an den Kommandozentrale. Nicht identifizierte Flugzeuge wurde in der Nähe der Erdumlaufbahn entdeckt... Panel 4: Action shot a couple of beats later, outside of the break room, showing Private Cartwright running down the hallway toward the base's Command Center sans earbuds. The bag bounces up and down slightly as she runs alongside other soldiers of varying sizes, ages and genders toward the same destination. In the background, the alarm continues on, albeit in a less blaring volume. You can also hear the voice of Commander Hayes repeating the same command over the loud speakers, first in English and then steadily in the other languages of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. COMMANDER WEBER [Cont. Off-Panel, from the speakers]: "First Contact" protocol is go..."First Contact" protocole est un go..."First Contact" Protokoll ist ein Go... PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [excited, yet slightly apprehensive]: "First Contact"?! Please tell me this is the real deal... Panel 5-6: A two-part set of panels that follow our human heroine a minute later. Her running gaze slowed to a steady walk as she nears the front entrance to the Command Center. You can see her right hand reaching out to grab the unseen doorknob as the alarm and the command fade into the distance. In Panel 6, a new set of noise and commotion from inside the room starts to overtake as the good Private starts to walk inside with her full messenger bag in tow. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont.; Panel 5]: The last "First Contact" alarm turned out to be an errant satellite from the United States. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., with slightly more annoyance; Panel 6]: The other was a prank weather balloon from some half-arsed Belgian shock jock (which I always thought was an oxymoron). Anyway... Page 8, 1 Panel- Command Center, NATO's ETA Division, Brussels Belgium Panel 1: A full-page panel that shows off the whole of the Command Center at work. Private Cartwright standing in the bottom of the panel view at the top of a walkway. It looks like a larger version of Mission Control at NASA's Johnson Space Center. A network of cubicles and different sections working all around her, devoted to different sections of the vast night sky. All busy with work that the reader does not see, chatting with one another about things that we don't hear about. In the center of the panel view, we see a massive screen that focuses on the chunk of space between Earth's upper atmosphere and our humble Moon. Just coming into view near the aforementioned Moon is a red dot with a string of coordinate data underneath it. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [hopeful]: ...here's hoping this one's the real deal!