The Boo-Ya! #3: Pages 1-2

Issue 3- "...This is Gonna Hurt!" (Translation for Issue 3 of "The Boo-Ya!" into the Earth lanuage used primarily by idiots and sycophants, English, is brought to you by Brohli's Timepieces located in the shopping moon orbiting MX-3. Come and purchase the new MiBuddy equipped with the new AI operating system to help balance your rohti more effectively...and hopefully not kill you. This time.) Page 1, 5 Panels- Transport ship over the border between Switzerland and Italy Panel 1: We start things out inside the transport plane that was flying toward the crash site near the end of Issue 1. There's a limited bit of illumination inside the craft, bathing the eight or so soldiers that happened to be seated at that very moment. The sounds of the plane's loud engines outside can be heard vibrating through the interior, blocking out the limited bit of chatter from a few of the soldiers inside. CAPTION: Transport Plane Flying near the Switzerland-Italian border 12 Earth Hours Ago (near the end of Issue 1) Panel 2: Close-up on a couple of the soldiers seated near the right half of the line that we saw in the previous panel. They're fully geared up and ready for whatever battle is to come their way, strapped in an X fashion by a pair of leather seatbelts. Their guns resting in front of them as they speak. You can see by the looks on their respective faces, however, that they have no discernible idea what exactly they're gonna face. SOLDIER #1 [to Soldier #2, translated from oddly soothing French]: I wonder who we're gonna be going up against. SOLDIER #2 [to Soldier #1, translated from oddly soothing French]: We're not gonna be fighting shit, Armand. The great Covert Action Team will be doing most of the fighting...we're stuck doing support. SOLDIER #1 [Bubble 2]: Still, Olivier, it's pretty exciting though. Maybe it'll be one of those flying bat creatures that attacked Cardiff. SOLDIER #2 [Bubble 2]: Those things weren't real! Panel 3-4: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. Soldier #1 turns his head to the left in order to address the offending statement. His eyes and face gleaming with the fire of someone defending something they know to be true. An argument brews between the two of them amidst the roar of the jet engines. Their fight is interrupted a minute later in Panel 4 when their collective attention is pulled to the sound of loud clanging on the floor. SOLDIER #1 [to Soldier #1, Panel 3]: Of course they were real! What the hell else could they be? SOLDIER #2 [to Soldier #2, Panel 3]: Special effects, obviously. I mean, you saw how realistic they made the Hulk look. What makes... SOLDIER #1 [interjecting, Panel 3 Bubble 2]: HAHAHA! Who would make a movie about flying bat creatures?! SOLDIER #2 [shrugging, to Soldier #1; Panel 4]: Shit, I don't know...Michael Bay maybe? SOLDIER #1 [agreeing, to Soldier #2; Panel 4]: Good point. Or maybe-- SOUND EFFECT [Off-Panel, Panel 4]: CLANG BANG!... Panel 5: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. The eyes of both of the soldiers have now, a few seconds later, been pulled directly to the spot on the plane where they heard the loud clanging. Their hands gripping the handles of their guns to varying levels of intensity (Soldier #2 moreso than #1) depending on their anxiety levels. SOLDIER #2 [panicked as he reaches for the button to unlock his belt, to Soldier #1]: What the hell was that?! SOLDIER #1 [to Soldier #2, no idea and a few beats behind Soldier #2 in the same set of actions]: I have no clue. If we're lucky though...it won't be an acid spitting Xenomorph. SOLDIER #2 [Bubble 2]: How exactly is that lucky?! SOLDIER #1 [Bubble 2]: Well...it'll be a quick, relatively painless death. Page 2, 6 Panels- Transport plane over the border between Switzerland and Italy Panel 1: Cut to a shot of Private Robin Cartwright sitting behind one of the military Jeeps that'll be used as transport for the troops currently enroute to the UFO. She looks over to her right in the direction of the two soldiers as they make their way to her position. There's a look of sheer terror in her eyes as the full weight of her decision to sneak on to the plane creeps into her brain, regretting the tipped over some boxes full of stuff that caused the whole scenario that started out. SOLDIER #1 [Cont., Off-Panel]: And we'd have a cool story to tell in the afterlife. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [panicked]: OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod...whatthehighFRACK, world?! Panel 2-4: A three-part set of panels centered around Ms. Cartwright over the span of a handful of seconds. The fear and paranoia slowly growing inside her with each passing second as the footsteps from the right side grow in noise as the soldiers move toward Ms. Cartwright's position. By Panel 3 and into Panel 4, we see her reach her right arm behind her and pats the floor of the Jeep for any type of weapon nearby. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., looking up and momentarily raising her voice up an octave; Panel 2]: You couldn't have kept your trap for another hour! PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [slightly panicked; Panel 2, Bubble 2]: Now I'm probably gonna get court-mar-- SOLDIER #1 [to Soldier #2, Off-Panel; Panel 2]: I hear something! PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [more muted; Panel 2, Bubble 3]: Ah dammit, now they know where I am. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., Panel 3]: Okay, dirty Jeep floor (and whoever the frack's up there)...give me something I can actually work with. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., grabbing hold of something unseen; Panel 4]: Preferably something in the sharp and pointy category. Though I'm not above anything blunt and hard like a crowbar or... Panel 5: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A few moments later, we see Robin pull back the mystery object from the floor of the Jeep in front of her. She glances over and realizes that the object is...a floor mat. There's a sense of deflation in her spirit compared to where we saw her in Panel 4. The footsteps still increasing in volume in the background. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [slightly dejected]: A floor mat... Panel 6: We pull back the layout slightly to see the good Private, a few seconds later, standing back on her feet. She puts on a degree of bravery and toughness over her body, holding the floor mat over her back as if it were a katana, awating the soldiers arrival and whatever will come her way. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., better and with a touch more confidence]: 'Kay, I could make this work...(hopefully).