The Boo-Ya! #4: Pages 23-24

Page 23, 6 Panels- Wohl't, "Goldmember," Moltrasio Italy Panel 1: Cut to a side-shot of both the Madam and Mr. Tja'Brin standing in front of each other, exchanging the money and the jewels to their respective sides. The good captain flashes a slightly disbelieving eyebrow at the statement from the diminuitive dealer. In the background, in the distance, you can see some of the other counters and shelves filled with baubles and the like as they speak. CONNESKIZ [Cont., to the Madam]: My little bufens in the Capitol Parliament tell me of some rumblings going on amongst some MPs, particularly an Atom Aharons, looking to "cleanse" the Alliance of depravity and corruption. THE MADAM [scoffs, to Conneskiz]: Sounds like the same shite stuffed shirts always say to keep the "devoted" in life or before they're prepping for the Beschuldigig. Panel 2: Close-up on Conneskiz a second later. The jewels firmly gripped in his tiny right hand, dwarfing the sight of it save for the tips of his six fingers. He chuckles a little at the truth he sees behind the Madam's statement, flashing a brief half-grin. In the background, you can see part of a nearby wall. CONNESKIZ [believing, but still cautious/condescending]: Quite true, from my experience. Still though, once you fine ladies return to TA space...I'd be careful. Panel 3-4: Back to a shot of the Madam from the top half of her body up to her face. Her two associates flanking both sides of her as she speaks. She scoffs at the statement, only nodding in a show of faux politeness at the situation, gripping the stacks of money in her left hand. In Panel 4, we see her turn slightly to her left in order to address Staehlia and hand her the money to keep safe. Nessa, meanwhile, is seen chewing away at another glob of sushi she's been eating, dusting her hand on her unseen pant leg. THE MADAM [to Conneskiz, Panel 3]: I'll keep it in mind. It's been fun...in the way dite-mites in thestomach during their mating season are fun. THE MADAM [Cont., to Staehlia; Panel 4]: Stahl, program the Hopper for three. STAEHLIA [nods, to the Madam; Panel 4]: Yes, ma'am. NESSA [to Conneskiz, through stuffed mouth; Panel 4]: By the way, Conne... Panel 5-6: Close-up on Nessa a few beats later. Her throat swallowing the food down to her belly as she speaks. She flashes a cocky smile toward the diminuitve Mr. Tja'Brin, fueled by what she had learned earlier while the conversation had been taking place. In her left hand, you can see a tall glass of whiskey in her hand that is a little over half-filled at this point. In Panel 6, she downs the rest of the glass and finishes her statement. NESSA [Cont., Panel 5]: I was talking to one of your cute helper females while you and the cap'n were chatting, and...she doesn't exactly look all that happy to be here. NESSA [wide grin, Panel 6]: I can't say I'd blame her, in her situation. NESSA [Cont.; Panel 6, Bubble 2]: So if there's anyone who should be "concerned" right now, it's you! Page 24, 5 Panels- Wohl't, "Goldmember," Moltrasio Italy Panel 1-2: A two-part set of panels centered back on Conneskiz in a similar setting and layout to the last time we saw him in the top of the previous page. In Panel 1, the well-dressed dealer sighs and slips the jewels into the interior pockets of his suit coat. His words dripping with a sheen of diplomacy and gratefulness that masks a seething level of anger hidden underneath it. In Panel 2, the interior of the boat starts to shake with the sound of loud banging, drawing his attention up toward the top of the yacht. CONNESKIZ [to Nessa, Panel 1]: I'll keep that in mind, Nessa. Thank you, and pleasant journey... CONNESKIZ [startled, Panel 2]: What the hells? Panel 3: Cut to a wider shot showing the four of them inside the Wohl't seconds later. Their eyes looking over to the still appearing stairway with the Madam and Nessa gripping their energy swords firmly, ready to unsheath as they charge toward that area. Staehlia waits behind them, slipping her comm into the pocket of her pants. CONNESKIZ [to the computer, looking for answers]: Computer, find out who the flark is shooting at my precious "Goldmember"! COMPUTER [from the speakers]: Sensors read five humanoids on metal wings coming at it from the air. According to cross-references with global databases, they appear to belong to-- ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Off-Panel]: C.A.T.?! Panel 4: We move to a shot of Robin outside, 10 minutes away from the massive golden yacht, as this has gone on. Her eyes grow wide upon seeing the off-panel strings of smoke and body moving toward the yacht in the distance. The hood to her sweater is now down and partly dirty, along with the rest of her sweater, as a result of her many adventures that have led her to this point. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., piecing the meaning to herself]: The Commander would only bring those yahoos out here in the middle of the day if they...they're there! Panel 5: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A few beats pass by, and the young woman comes alive in terms of her body language as a result of what she discovered. Robin's smile beaming brightly as a result of what she's discovered. You can hear her letting out a high-pitched excited squeal that precedes what she says in the panel. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [highly excited]: THE ALIENS ARE HERE!!! END OF ISSUE 4