The Boo-Ya! #7: Pages 15-16

Page 15, 6 Panels- Table, Ervaht Panel 1: The setting is similar to what we saw in the last panel of the previous page. The layout changes slightly, widening to a ceiling shot of the table a moment later. You can see each of the ladies reach over to grab each corresponding glass, placing it on the table in front of them. The Madam also grabs the edge of the bowl off the platter at the same moment. THE MADAM [lower right corner of the table, with a deep sniff]: Smells like pure flarking joy. Panel 2-4: A three-part set of panels that center exclusively on a shot of the good captain a second later. In Panel 2, we see her reach over and pick up one of the short potato ball looking foodstuffs as the platter zooms away back to the bar. In the next panel, she flings it into her open mouth and starts chewing happily by the time we reach Panel 4. In between both of these actions, you can hear off-panel right the sound of a button being pressed and the first of a set of gears starting to come to life. THE MADAM [Cont., pleased; Panel 4]: Mmmm....tastes like it, too! ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Off-Panel, Panel 4]: The hell?... Panel 5: Cut to a shot of Robin in a similar type of setting and layout that we saw at the end of the previous page. She grabs the edge of the table and looks around in a state of panic, watching as the table descends down underneath the whole of the bar. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [to S'am]: Why is the table descending into the bar? Panel 6: Back to a shot of S'amahnta in a setting and layout that is similar to what we saw in the middle of the previous page. The Plutonian gives off her usual aura of calm and control in the situation as the last vestiges of the bar/hideout's upper floor, including the bumping music that could be heard in this page and the previous one, fades from the view of the background. S'AMAHNTA [calmly, to Robin]: No need for worry, Ms. Robin. It is merely a security protocol to each table in Ervaht to ensure a little privacy for what we'll discuss. Page 16, 5 Panels- Secure Zoen, Ervaht Panel 1: A top 1/2 page sized shot of the table as it finishes its descent minutes later into the subterranean area of the building known as the "Secure Zoen." You can see, off in the distance on all sides of the panel view, a handful of other tables that have already made the descent along with the shadows of those seated there. ROBOTIC VOICE [from the ceiling]: Noise Cancelling Bubble activated... ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [from the table]: Nice! Panel 2: Cut to S'amahnta a short time later after the table has settled into its position. She looks over and reaches into her purse that was placed gently on her lap while addressing Robin and the Madam. As she speaks, you can hear off-panel the sounds of food being chewed and Choi'nzz' being drank. S'AMAHNTA [to the Madam]: Now, as you know, my...former partner is a high-ranking official in the Parliament's Defense Committee, which has jurisdiction that involves oversight of the budget of the various branches of the Tristellar Alliance's military. Panel 3: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A second later, the Plutonian pulls out a data disc from within the hidden purse, pressing a button at the center of the device and laying it flat in the middle of the table. Her eyes looking up to properly address the Killeman and our human heroine. S'AMAHNTA [Cont., to both the Madam and Robin]: They also oversee the development of...special weapons in the field. One such oversight meeting took place before the committee two monats ago. The weapon was called- the Spear. Panel 4: Cut to an elevated shot of the table a couple of seconds later. A three-dimensional screen emerges from the center of the device. On the center of it is an image of the TA SkyForce logo (cruisers blazing off into the distance), along with the words "SPEAR TEST #1755" underneath it. Panel 5: We move to the other side of the table where Robin (taking a drink of her beverage) and the Madam look up, watching as the smuggled video properly begins. You can see, albeit in reverse, the shot of a large Battlestation emerge somewhere in orbit over a planet. The Madam doesn't look all that impressed at first, whle Ms. Cartwright is firmly on the opposite end of that emotional spectrum. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [in awe]: Whoa... THE MADAM [not convinced, to S'amahnta]: A souped-up Battlecruiser? Not that...