The Boo-Ya! #5: Pages 11-12

Page 11, 5 Panels- "Goldmember" Command Center, Moltrasio Italy Panel 1: Cut to a shot of Mr. Tja'Brin seated at the base of a wall six feet away from where he sat moments ago. The formal clothes that he had been wearing before has now been torn and battered by the blast. Part of his upper left leg is also in flames as he slowly regains his consciousness. From the now blown-out ceiling comes a rush of sunlight inside, tampering the appearance of the fire in the panel view as well as the heavy damage itself. CONNESKIZ [groaning and grumbling]: Ahh shmauckis... Panel 2: Slight close-up on the diminuitive dealer's face a beat later. His large ovular eyes gazing up skyward to discover the appearance of the instigator behind the high amount of damage in the area. You can see a shadow cast over his face as he speaks, along with the sound of a phaser gun revving up to full-power before shooting. CONNESKIZ [petrified]: [untranslatable cussing from Mr. Tja'Brin's home planet] Panel 3-5: A three-part set of panels centered on a set of action shots, following Conneskiz as he scatters across the floor of the damaged Center, ducking metal debris and powerful phaser fire that creates more damage and destruction for the dealer to have to deal with at that moment. All as he tries to make his way to the other side of the room, which comes into view in the top left corner of the panel view in Panel 5 as a square shaped trap door. Page 12, 6 Panels- "Goldmember" Command Center, Moltrasio Italy Panel 1: Same setting/layout as the last panel of the previous page. Just as Conneskiz is about to open the now noticeable to the reader trap door and slide inside, he's stopped and shot back by the force of a powerful blast that occurs a few short feet away from him. You can see chunks of wood explode at the same moment, blurring vision of him from the reader. PRIVATE SIMMS [to Conneskiz, Off-Panel]: That ringing going on in the base of your skull (or whatever passes for it in your species)? Panel 2: Cut to a shot from the sky of Private Althea Simms, holding a massive machine gun in both hands and pointed down to the ground. The metal wings that help to keep her aloft seen proudly behind her, along with the steady hum and smoke of the engines from the base of the device down in view to her feet. You can see the gun (named "Big Pun") powering up once again at the middle of it as she speaks. PRIVATE SIMMS [Cont.]: That is the sound of your imminent doom! Panel 3-4: A two-part set of panels that cuts back to Mr. Tja'Brin a split second later. In Panel 3, he looks up and notices the flying human with the powerful gun pointed at his tiny frame. The broken trap door can be seen at the base of his tiny feet, resting against his torn and heavily mucked up formal trousers. In the next panel, the diminuitive dealer reaches out and grabs the handle to the door ready to chuck it skyward. CONNESKIZ [to Private Simms, Panel 3]: Really, dearie? No witticism or pun? How very...uncreative of you! CONNESKIZ [Cont., Panel 4]: Maybe a little jolt to your dom-a will help rattle out something better. Panel 5: Same setting/layout as Panel 2. She looks on at the tiny alien and gives a disbelieving smirk at his threat. The gun that Althea holds in her hands is just about to reach its peak power. At the same time, you can see the door that Conneskiz hurled in Panel 4 come into view from the bottom. Though she doesn't appear that concerned by it hitting her. PRIVATE SIMMS [corrective]: Oh, I always have a pun stashed away... Panel 6: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A few seconds later, the door falls down with a dull "THUD!" out of panel view. The Private aims her now fully armed weapon, which lets out a powered pre-shot screech, squarely at her target. Her right forefinger hovering precariously over the trigger ready, with every intent to fire. PRIVATE SIMMS [Cont., half-grin]: A big one!