The Boo-Ya! #6: Pages 3-4

Page 3, 6 Panels- Atom Aharons' Penthouse, Capitol Panel 1: Cut to a shot of Mr. Aharons seated on the couch where he's been looking on at the interview since the beginning of the issue. He's dressed in a nice ten looping button (with the top two unbuttoned) dress shirt and dark navy blue trousers on. He shakes his head and sighs in disappointment at the outburst, looking up toward the ceiling of his gorgeous penthouse. You can see the back of the black leather couch in hte background, along with the armrest to the left of the panel view. Over the back, you can also see the front entrance off in the distance. MP ATOM AHARONS [angry at himself]: By the all-seeing Eye, that was flarking stupid of me! Letting myself get sucked in to such a useless display of energy. MP ATOM AHARONS [Cont., Bubble 2]: Fortunately, I can manage it without too much trouble. Though I'll have to deal with this twehnsechstin from my enemies for rohtlas... Panel 2-3: A two-part set of panels centered on the same setting and layout as the previous panel. In Panel 2, he looks down toward the coffee table in front of him which partially comes into view in the bottom of the panel. He reaches out toward the right side in order to grab something. Before he can though, in Panel 3, the MP is interrupted by the sound of a comm ringing from the left side of the panel view. MP ATOM AHARONS [Cont., calmer; Panel 2]: I could always slip him some juicy dirt on some of my more...loathsome colleagues, anonymously of course, in order to get the tabloid pissant back into the fold. MP ATOM AHARONS [Panel 2, Bubble 2]: Now, where's my minion? He should've phoned by now... MP ATOM AHARONS [annoyed, grumbling to himself; Panel 3]: Bett'n off-worlder...answer! Panel 4: Action shot following Mr. Aharons as he stands up from the couch. He glances over to the left in the direction of where the comm is located. His body language now firmly showing calm control as he shakes off the minor annoyances that were in front of him. You can see him working on the last few buttons on his shirt, looping the magnetic strip up to the neck which locks the remaining buttons simultaneously. MP ATOM AHARONS [to Xamaeleon]: Finally...what's the latest, Xamaeleon? Are you set to steal the Spear? XAMAELEON [through the comm, to MP Atom Aharons]: Yes, sir. Got the info from the guard in my dome, the ship's cloaked on a nearby asteroid belt. I've also scrunged together a considerable amount of "BOOM!" thanks to an arms dealer buddy I know on MX-5 that-- MP ATOM AHARONS [emphatically, Bubble 2]: No weapons! Panel 5: We move to an action shot of the MP slowly walking away from the couch in the direction of the kitchen that comes into a more prominent view on the left side of the panel view. In the background, as he speaks, you can see more of Atom's penthouse apartment which blends a mix of futuristic and royal palace in terms of architecture. Though it doesn't have a great deal of stuff on the walls, outside of framed photographs and academic degrees. MP ATOM AHARONS [Cont.]: We talked about this yesquinla. I do not want anything that could possibly be traced back to this office. Simply get in, cause chaos, and get the hells out...just like you did with the other robberies. XAMAELEON [through the comm]: Okay, but what if I run into trouble at the station? MP ATOM AHARONS [aggravated, Bubble 2]: That's where your special...power comes into play. Panel 6: Cut to the interior of the kitchen a minute later, just as the MP walks inside. It's a wide looking area that follows the same type of futuristic-regal blend that was visible throughout the rest of the apartment. He is seen standing in front of the refrigerator, reaching out toward a bar that is only partially visible due to the layout of the scene. You can see next to him, in the foreground to the left, his comm resting on a circular charging station. MP ATOM AHARONS [Cont., still aggravated]: Now get the hells off the line. You never know what opportunistic shite may be listening in to our conversation. XAMAELEON [chuckling, from the comm speaker]: Yeah, especially after that blow-up on the news. Page 4, 5 Panels- Atom Aharons' Penthouse Apartment, Capitol Panel 1: Close-up on the MP's face a split second later. His head is turned over toward the comm to address his Martian minion. There's a noticeable spark of anger in his voice as he speaks, even with the rush of white electric light from the interior of the opening appliance that gives the veteran politician an artifically saintly appearance to the reader. MP ATOM AHARONS [in a great rage]: SHUT YOUR FILTHY BETT'N MOUTH and GET TO WORK! XAMAELEON [Off-Panel, apologetically]: ...Yes, sir. Sorry, sir... Panel 2: Action shot taken from behind the politician's back as he reaches inside to grab a tall bottle of green-red alcohol located in the top left corner of the fridge. It has a series of ancient script on the front in view of the reader. You can see a small amount of fruits and vegetables scattered on a shelf underneath the booze. Next to it is a plate of meat protected under a glowing Seran wrap sheet. Panel 3: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. As Mr. Aharons goes to close the door, pulling back the bottle from within, you can see a bright beam of white light shoot out from inside the appliance, blurring the view of the kitchen's interior from the gaze of the reader. Though not enough that the reader isn't able to notice the word "Holy" written in the ancient script at the top of the bottle. Panel 4-5: A two-part set of panels that are centered on the same setting and layout that we saw in Panel 3. The blurring that was evident then has grown to the point that it completely turns everything a bright white. The only noticeable piece of dialogue you can hear is Atom humming an old religious hymn; the sounds of which flow down on the bottom of both panels like a calm sea.