The Boo-Ya! #1: Pages 9-10

Page 9, 6 Panels- Command Center, NATO's ETA Division/The Boo-Ya! Panel 1: We cut to a close-up on Robin minutes later as she enters the busy chatter of the Center and makes her way (with some speed) to her particular part of the station. You can see a couple of other cubicles in the general area of the panel view filled with other soldiers in her department hard at work on their computers. There's even some who look up and wave to the Private when they notice her. CAPTION: The Boo-Ya!, just breaking orbit past the Moon STAEHLIA [Off-Panel]: Uh, Cap'n... Panel 2: Cut back onboard the Boo-Ya!'s Command Center at the same moment in time that everything on Earth has been taking place in the last couple of pages. It's focused squarely on Staehlia, looking back in the Madam's direction to report the news. A look of confusion and curiosity in her eyes as she speaks. In the background, visible over the Titanian's left shoulder, you can see the screen lined in the bottom half scrolling up with hundreds of lines of indecipherable (at least to the reader) data. STAEHLIA [Cont., to the Madam]: We have picked up transmissions from Earth. Panel 3: Back to the Madam seated proudly at her captain's chair. She's dressed in a long black overcoat that drifts down to the bottom of the chair. The middle of which shows a band T-shirt from Killem with a logo in her native language. She turns her attention to the Communications officer with a heightened degree of curiosity as to what she has to say, mixed with a touch of respectful impressiveness. Her right hand can be seen pushing on the far edge of the chair's corresponding handle. THE MADAM [to Staehlia]: I didn't know the apes had that type of satellite tech at their disposal. Is it just data or are they trying to speak? Panel 4-5: A two-part set of panels centered back on Staehlia in a setting and layout that is similar to what we saw back in Panel 2. In Panel 4, she glances down to the hard metal floor for a moment in thought at the questions. In the next panel, it's an action shot a split second later as she turns back around to her station. The three-dimensional keyboard just forming in front of her at the same moment. STAEHLIA [thinking; Panel 4]: At this point, it appears to be just data. But...I might be able to piece together any speech that may be hidden inside it using software from the Petyr. STAEHLIA [Cont.; Panel 5]: All I need is a minuyat to sift through the sattelite's software and defense grid. Two if the humans who are operating it have any skill in the field of computer design, which (if the past is any indication) is a very minute possibility. Panel 6: We pull back a few seconds later to a shot that takes in both Staehlia and the Madam, who is visible around the right side of the panel view. You can also see Nessa partially seated at the wheel of the ship in front of the Madam near the lower half of the panel view. She relaxes her posture mildly compared to what we saw of her in Panel 3. Her gaze focusing back to the main screen off-panel. Her hand softening from a scrunched fist on the top of the right chair handle toward more of a flat palm touching the same area. THE MADAM [to Staehlia, with a slight grin]: Alright, Stahl, check it out. As long as it's not some trap the humans set to blow us out of the sky. NESSA [corrective, to the Madam]: The apes aren't smart enough to do that. THE MADAM [Bubble 2]: Not yet they're not. What about that absurd Earth action movie you dragged me to see with those tentacled creatures that sort of look like Svohldblumm-- Page 10, 5 Panels- The Boo-Ya! Command Center Panel 1: Same setting/layout as the last panel of the previous page. In exactly the same time that Staehlia said them it'd take to filter any speech into the room, there is a sudden and painfully loud screech that permeates the entire area. All three of them can be seen reacting to the painful noise, with Madam sliding forward toward the edge of her chair holding her hands to her ears that are located inches lower than human ones. THE MADAM [pained, to Staehlia]: What in the swirling hells is that?! NESSA [slightly more pained, clutching the top of the steering wheel]: It sounds like someone's skinning a tri-humped Narvak! STAEHLIA [yelling, equally pained; to the Madam]: That...was me--Sorry...about that... Panel 2: Close-up on the young Titanian a couple of seconds later. She turns her head away from the computer console in front of her to talk directly to the captain. Her hands still furiously typing away on the three-dimensional keyboard without looking. The sound behind her starts to shift from a screech into a lower registered bellow that resembles a car horn if submerged underwater. STAEHLIA [Cont.]: I forgot to...turn off the filters...for the Rohlisian language--clumsy me! But I should be able to fix it if I disengage the filters and compensate for the idioms, eccentricities and the different alphabetic varieties that exist amongst the litany of languages that permeate the whole of the planet. Panel 3: Back to the Madam looking down and away from her communications officer. Her left hand shifting over from her ears back down to the handle of her chair, clutching it tightly as the meddlesome noise continues on all around her and the room. She nods at the same moment at the statement. THE MADAM [to Staehlia]: Alright alright, whatever. Go do that...even though I understood maybe 40% of what you just said--- Panel 4-5: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A handful of moments later, the sound that has permeated the entire page up to this point has stopped. The Madam looks up, relieved at the development. Her right hand concurrently lifting off from her ear down to her side. You can also see her left hand let go of the handle, revealing the bent metal in the area where she squeezed. In Panel 5, just as she's getting relaxed, a mysterious voice pipes in to the room. THE MADAM [relieved, with a sigh; Panel 4]: Oh, thank the flutarkin' Sceptre the alarm's shut up! Now, let's get to Earth and get our ched COMMANDER WEBER [Off-Panel left, to the Madam; Panel 5]: Sxzttkkkahnidentified object...This is Maria Weber, Commander of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization's Extraterrestrial Threat Assessment Division. THE MADAM [looking at the screen, with a mocking tone; Panel 5]: Yeesh, sounds like a bett'n woochoead!