The Boo-Ya! #2: Pages 3-4

Page 3, 5 Panels- Lobby, TA Parliament Building, Capitol Planet Panel 1: We move to an over the shoulder shot that shows the MP (showcased prominently in the foreground of the right side of the panel view) still grabbing the Martian firmly by the collar of his coat as he reaches the zenith of his statement. You can see the look of fear and intimidation in Xamaeleon's eyes and body language, putting up no semblance of a fight against his superior. MP AHARONS [Cont., to Xamaeleon]: You remember the Kremlees, don't you? XAMAELEON [pondering quickly, with a hurried tone of voice; to MP Aharons]: Huge arsed worm, teeth like super fast buzzsaws, face only the blind and/or mental could love...yep, I remember! XAMAELEON [Cont., as his face starts to warp and change; Bubble 2]: Don't need to say anything more...I won't flark up again! MP AHARONS [Bubble 2]: ...Good! Panel 2: Cut to a shot of the MP's face a split second later. His body already starting to loosen up, along with the grip that he's had on the Martian mercenary since the end of the last page. You can see a gap start to form in the background, leading from where they're standing over to the front entrance to the building. MP AHARONS [Cont., to Xamaeleon]: Now, what the hells is this "good news" you wanted to show me? Panel 3-4: Cut in Panel 3 to Xamaeleon a moment later. At this point, the Martian's face has morphed into something that would be more fitting within Capitol society as well as his cover identity. An egg-shaped face with black eyes, jagged and straight teeth, and a crop of fire-red hair on top. In Panel 4, the layout widens slightly to take in both of our antagonists as they walk and talk on their way toward the door. XAMAELEON [regaining composure, lifting the tablet off of his chest; to MP Aharons, Panel 3]: Dr. Sjosis and their team on Jactan had a breakthrough last weatt on that superweapon the military's been building. MP AHARONS [intrigued, feigning ignorance while casually placing his arms behind his back; to Xamaeleon, Panel 4]: Interesting...I thought that device wasn't slated for completion for another fohr monats. XAMAELEON [with the tablet placed in front of him, typing away; Panel 4]: From what they told me, things were expedited by a sudden infusion of Eunits a few quinlas earlier from a "mysterious" source. Panel 5: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. The two of them continue walking along the same path they had before. The background in constant motion with the sight of a handful of politicos moving on toward another destination. Xamaeleon looks over and notices a sly smile coming over his face, holding a little sliver of a secret as to those Eunits. It doesn't take long for the Martian, even with his lack of "book smarts," to see between the lines of that smile. XAMAELEON [to MP Aharons, impressed and a little freaked out]: You're really gung-ho about this "Grand Plan" of yours, aren't you? MP AHARONS [dismissive with the same sly smile; to Xamaeleon]: Indeed I am, "Reyjineaux"... Page 4, 6 Panels- Jail, Moltrasio Italy, 8 Hours Later Panel 1: Cut to a shot of a holing cell somewhere at the Moltrasio Police station. The Madam and Nessa are seated next to each other with the blan beige of the cell's brick walls visible in the background. You can see on their faces that they've been through some strife and pain as a result of the fight that punctuated Issue 1 by the tears in their clothes and the red spots on Nessa's face. To the left side of the shot, you can also hear panicked muttering from some of the other prisoners there. Staehlia is the only soul who doesn't happen to be there at that moment. MP AHARONS [Cont., in an Off-Panel caption]: No more than any other soul devoted to a righteous cause! THE MADAM [embarrasing]: That...was... NESSA [with equal embarrassment]: Yep! Panel 2: Close-up on the good captain's face a split second later. She turns her head over to the left in the direction of her pilot to continue her line of thought. In the background behind her, you can see the bars of the cell door as well as one of the officers passing by without acknowledging what's happening inside. THE MADAM [to Nessa]: We have the superior firepower, tech lightyears ahead of whatever this place has...yet we got taken down in minuyats by a flarkin' metal box with roller bits on the side?! Panel 3: Cut to a shot of Nessa sitting next to her friend. She nods in agreement at the context of the statement. Her arm lifting off from her lap in the direction of the Madam's shoulder in order to console her. In the background, you can see the other prisoners crowded up against one another, watching with a mixture of awe and crippling fear as the two alien pirates chat with each other. NESSA [to the Madam, trying to cheer her up]: Two words, cap'n- "Lucky shot!" It's pretty much how the apes crawled out of the pond scum. Panel 4-5: We move to a shot with a similar setting and layout to the one we saw in the first panel of the page. At this point, Nessa's arm is placed over the shoulder of her down in the dumps captain. Her tone of voice showing a level of comfort and care that comes with an established long-time friendship. In Panel 5, as they share their tender moment with one another, a voice appears from the group of human prisoners that interrupts things. NESSA [Cont., Panel 4]: All's not lost though. Stahl's still back on the ship with the jewels. All we gotta do is break out of here, get in touch with her...and we're back to partying and chowing, just like we planned. THE MADAM [slight agreement, to Nessa; Panel 4]: Yeah, I know...There's still the whole Regen thing we're gonna have to deal with too. We've still got another 12 horuts before it's ready to fly. NESSA [nodding, to the Madam; Panel 5]: True. But Stahl's a super genius. I'm sure she can handle the Regen and break us the hells out long before-- PRISONER #1 [Off-Panel, to Nessa and the Madam translated from Italian; Panel 5]: Ahhllo, ladies... Panel 6: Cut to a shot of the prisoner in his early 20s a few moments later as he approaches our two heroines. He flashes a flirty half-smile, slicking back his already thinning crop of dark hair and primping out his stylish yet dirty coat as he speaks. You can see in his eyes the glaze of drunkedness still permeating his actions and words. PRISONER #1 [Cont., slurring drunkedly]: Wanna tayke ah rehide awn myacht ahftweout here?