The Boo-Ya! #1: Pages 11-12

Page 11, 7 Panels- Command Center, NATO's ETA Division/The Boo-Ya! Panel 1: We move to the ETA Division and a shot of COMMANDER MARIA WEBER standing in front of the Iso-Booth- a podium with a microphone sticking out in the middle of the platform. Around him, you can see a light blue cage that blacks out all kinds of noise and imagery from outside the immediate area. As for the Commander, she's in her early 50s, short with green eyes and dark hair that has patches of gray. Hidden amongst what appears to be fat is a dense, powerful musculature that sticks out amongst her highly decorated uniform. COMMANDER WEBER [Cont., stoic]: According to Article 1663 of the North Atlantic Treaty and Rule 882 of the LEAR Accords, you are violating the atmospheric sovereignty of the planet Earth. If you do not change course in the next half-hour, we will have no choice but to open fire on your spacecraft. Panel 2-3: Same setting in panel 2 as the previous panel. The layout changes slightly to take in a close-up of the good Commander a split second later. Her tone turning toward more of a threatening vibe as she tries to punctuate her threat with details on how she and the base would go about doing it. In the next panel, after the transmission has been beamed out, the Commander's tone lightens slightly. Her focus tilts to the left as she speaks. COMMANDER WEBER [Cont., Panel 2]: And given that we read only one ship in your fleet...I imagine you don't want to involve yourself in such trouble. COMMANDER WEBER [to the recorder; Panel 3]: How was that, Quinn? QUINN [Off-Panel; Panel 3]: Sounded great, ma'am! COMMANDER WEBER [Panel 3, Bubble 2]: Excellent! Now we wait for their response... Panel 4: Back to the Madam at her chair in the Boo-Ya! as this has all gone on. She watches as the message on the screen has ended, and gone into a loop from the beginning. She leans back on the hard leather of her chair, lifting a disbelieving eyebrow toward everything she's watching. THE MADAM [shaking her head, to her crew]: Idiots...they must think we're flutarking idiots! Panel 5: Cut to an action shot of the good captain a beat later. Her chair turning 90 degrees to her left in the direction of Staehlia and the Communications area of the Command Center. In the background, you can see a little more of the Center than we've seen till now. THE MADAM [Cont., clicking a button on the chair's console]: It's the only way these humans could possibly think shiny words and empty threats would actually work with us, right? Panel 6: We move to Staehlia at the communications center. She turns her chair and the rest of her body in the direction of the Madam and gives her a nod. The layout of the keyboard and the screen visible in the background over her shoulder as she speaks. A look of acceptance and cold logic on her face as well as the rest of her body. STAEHLIA [to the Madam]: From what I understand of Earth politics, "shiny words" and "empty threats" are the foundations of many of their political parties as well as different dictatorial regimes. STAEHLIA [Bubble 2]: It would also provide further foundation to the planet's reputation throughout the universe as a...I think the Earth term is "scary, abandoned gas station." Panel 7: Cut to a shot of the Madam and Nessa who are visible on both sides of the panel view (Madam on the left, Nessa on the right far off in the background). They look at each other for a moment, trying to contemplate just what has gone on. Also, in the background, you can see for the first time the Boo-Ya!'s main screen which has shifted back to a layout of the space in front of them. Earth slowly but surely coming into closer view in the distance. THE MADAM [to Nessa, looking for confirmation]: Was that a joke? Can never tell with her... NESSA [shrugs, though with a tiny bit of a chuckle; to The Madam]: Not a clue. If it is though, you gotta admit it--(haha!) it was a pretty good one for her. THE MADAM [Bubble 2]: Yeah... Page 12, 7 Panels- The Boo-Ya! Command Center Panel 1: Same setting/layout as the last panel of the previous page, a handful of beats later. The Madam reveals a slight grin to the right of her face, still looking in Nessa's direction as the pilot turns back around toward the wheel and the front screen. As for the screen itself, just as before, you can see a shot of the Earth coming into further and further focus. THE MADAM [Cont., gazing down to the floor in thought]: So--we still have that crate of Krispies we picked up at MX-2 a monat back? Panel 2: Cut to a shot of Nessa at the wheel. She hears the question out loud and decides to chime in, looking over her right shoulder in the direction of her captain. In the background, behind her, you can see a mixture of the front of the pilot console along with the starry blackness of space and the oncoming view of Earth in front of them. NESSA [to the Madam]: From the Festavi de Blihss? We should have some saved in the cargo bay. Though I-- CAPALDI [Off-Panel, from the top of the panel; in a Scottish brogue]: May I put my two cents into the discussion? Panel 3-4: A two-part set of panels that is centered back at the captain's chair. Madam looks up toward the ceiling, letting out a sigh of frustration that permeates through the whole of her body language in both panels. The fore finger from her right hand tapping impatiently on the side of the handle in Panel 3, stopping by Panel 4. THE MADAM [to Capaldi; Panel 3]: When has that stopped you before? CAPALDI [from the speakers, to the Madam; Panel 3]: ...Precisely never, Madam. THE MADAM [sighs; Panel 3, Bubble 2]: What is it, Capaldi? CAPALDI [as if stating facts; Panel 4]: If you choose the use the Krispies, the distance we'd need to reach would need to reach in order to ensure the humans viewed whatever message you intend to deliver is roughly 10,000 Earth miles above the planet. That type of distance puts all of us at risk of being fired on at-- THE MADAM [Panel 4, to Capaldi]: Shut it, Capaldi! I don't intend to deliver a message to them. Panel 5: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. She pushes off the chair, using her hands as a spring on each handle. A look of boastfulness in her eyes and body language, mixed with a degree of coyness as her feet touch back down to the ground. THE MADAM [Cont.]: I'm thinking more...a big fantastic distraction! Panel 6-7: Back to Staehlia at the Communications station in both panels. In Panel 6, we see the young Titanian looking back in the direction of her captain with a degree of confusion and curiosity in her eyes. A few moments later though, in Panel 7, she realizes the meaning behind it and flashes a tiny snicker at the idea. Which, on Titan, would qualify as a very wide smile. STAEHLIA [confused, to the Madam; Panel 6]: I fail to see how miniature, colorful gas-emitting party favors could possibly serve as a distract-- STAEHLIA [realization; Panel 7]: Oh--OH! Okay...I can make that work.