The Boo-Ya! #7: Pages 13-14

Page 13, 6 Panels- Tunnel to Ervaht/Bar in Ervaht Panel 1: Same setting/layout as the last panel of the previous page. We see Robin a split second and three woozy steps later bent down, vomiting into her helmet just before she could take it off. The light brown-yellow contents of her stomach covers her sickly face from the reader at that moment. You can see in the background the Guardbot slowly starting to come back to its feet. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT: HWARRFF! Panel 2-3: A two-part set of panels that focus exclusively on S'amahnta and the Madam watching the human nausea go on in front of them with a little bit of fascination and familiarity. In Panel 2, the Plutonian grins as the good captain leans her head over to address her. In the next panel, she nods slightly while the Madam chuckles, watching Ms. Cartwright fall to her knees off-panel. THE MADAM [to S'amahnta, Panel 2]: You have the Choi'nzz ordered up? ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Off-Panel, Panel 2]: HWUhh--Suhh-SuhhHWWAARRFF! SOUND EFFECT [Off-Panel, Panel 3]: THUMP! S'AMAHNTA [matter of factly, to the Madam; Panel 3]: Three fine jugs of it, plus a plate of fried noichas...in case of something like this. S'AMAHNTA [Cont.; Panel 3, Bubble 2]: I also have a little Shiny Buddy in my purse for the human Robin's helmet. Panel 4: Cut to a shot of the three beverages resting on a plate inside Ervaht. They're fizzy and resemble poured out Pepsi without the nice and with a touch of yellow and green hidden within the brown. Each one inside matching glass steins that resemble something you would see in Oktoberfest. You can see a little bit of the bar's dingy interior in the background, including holo-TVs and a staircase leading up to the holodecks on the upper floor as well as bumping rock music that hovers in the background for the entirety of the scene in the renegade establishment. S'AMAHNTA [Off-Panel]: I know you have an aversion to germs. Panel 5-6: A two-part set of panels that center on the same set of objects that were on display in the previous panel. In Panel 5, you can see a pair of small thrusters emerge on the far left edge of the serving plate which come to life by the next panel, zooming out toward the right of the panel view, leaving a dark blue contrail in its wake. S'AMAHNTA [Off-Panel, Panel 6]: How are you feeling, young human Robin? Page 14, 5 Panels- Table, Ervaht Panel 1: Cut to a shot of Robin seated at a booth table twenty feet from where the drinks were assembled. She's still wearing the space suit she had on, with splotches of the puke that dripped out from the helmet. She still looks a little woozy and light-headed as was the case from Page 12, but considerably better overall. You can see a blue-brown cushion behind her connected to the table's off-panel seated area. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [to S'am, slowly getting back to normalcy]: I'm alright...wouldn't mind not emptying my lunch every damn time I visit some new alien place. Panel 2: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. Ms. Cartwright then places her arms on top of the table and leans her body forward slightly, addressing both the Plutonian and the good captain seated in front of her at that moment. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., curious and fiery to S'am and the Madam]: Why the hell does everyone call me "human Robin?" Panel 3: Cut to a shot of S'amahnta's face a split second later on the other side of the table with the closest way off. She looks on in the direction of the shorter woman with a degree of surprise at the question along with a touch of curiosity. You can see the same type of cushion behind her head that was behind Robin's in the previous panel, along with the backs of the heads of another customer nearby. S'AMAHNTA [curious, to Robin]: Aren't you not a human named Robin? Panel 4-5: A two-part set of panels that centers back on Robin in the same setting and layout as the previous panel. In Panel 4, she comes in with the same type of fire that she had in Panel 1 in her response. But she stops herself before reaching the peak. In the next panel, her train of thought is interrupted by the sudden appearance of the tray holding the three Choi'nzz glasses. One of which is placed directly in front of the surprised young woman. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [set to respond, but holds back; Panel 4]: I am, but we don't really telegraph it to other...nevermind. Just call me "Robin." ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [to the Madam; Panel 4, Bubble 2]: You can tell Nessa and Staehlia the same thing when we get ba-- ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [shocked in a slghtly heightened pitch, looking at the glass; Panel 5]: --ACK! THE MADAM [pleased, Panel 5]: Nice, the good stuff's here!