The Boo-Ya! #9: Pages 1-2
Issue 9- "Dwrn Ffyniant"
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Page 1, 9 Panels- Press Pit, TA Parliament
Panel 1: We open to a shot of MP Aharons standing in front of a podium, addressing the press, with the exterior shot of the Parliament building on display in the background. The layout of the scene looks similar to the view of a cameraman looking through their lens. He's looking over to the right in the direction of one of the reporters in the room.
MP AHARONS [thoroughly, to the reporter]: ...the scourge of piracy has been a blight on the Alliance as long as I've been alive. Over tbe last two rohtlas alone, we've seen the rate of attacks by pirates through TA land increase sixfold. The bill I introduced on the floor today finally addresses something that, I believe, previous Parliaments and Prime Chancellors have allowed to go on without punishment or recourse.
Panel 2-3: A two-part set of panels that centers on the same setting and layout as the previous panel. In Panel 2, the politico stops in the middle of his thought by the sound of the reporter interjecting with a comment to the statement on the whole. A few beats later, in Panel 3, Atom responds with a dismissive chuckle at the insinuation, hiding a deeper sense of anger and annoyance
REPORTER [Off-Panel, to MP Aharons; Panel 2]: Some are going to see what you just said, Mr. Aharons, as a shot at the current Prime Chancellor. MP AHARONS [dismissive chuckle, to the reporter; Panel 3]: Of course it isn't. I have the greatest respect for Mr. Gralki. I would never seek to undermine his sound judgment and leadership in these harrowing times--
Panel 4: Cut to a shot of the reporter, a sentient cloud of red and brown gas, seated in the third row of the sparsely occupied room. The microphone they're using to record everything is suspended telekinetically in mid-air as one of their colleagues looks on to the right of the panel view from her periphery in genuine curiosity.
REPORTER [interjecting]: There has been plenty of rumors for some time that you'll put your name up for Beschuldigig at the end of the rohtla. Prior competitors have used high-profile legislation as a springboard to the office. Paired with the Uvnache coming up at the end of the monat, and it's not an imposition to ask whether you...
Panel 5-6: Back to a shot of the MP a second later in the same camera-based imagery that has been evident through the whole page. He shakes his head and chuckles looking up to the ceiling in Panel 5, a little louder and with more condescension than what we saw in Panel 3. Then, in the next panel, he turns his attention back eye-to-eye to the reporter to finish his thought.
MP AHARONS [Panel 5]: You must be following the dictates of your bosses, Clarl. Trying to stir up controversy and interest in order to gin up the ratings for your Uvnache coverage. I don't fault you...just shows the dirtier side of your profession. MP AHARONS [Cont., Panel 6]: I have no desire for the Prime Chancellorship right now. I'm perfectly happy with representing the fine people of Galatiel here in this august body. If the Eye deems that my path will take me to the Beschuldigig, then I will happily plead my case and prepare for the battle to come.
Panel 7-9: A three-part set of panels that center back on the same setting and layout that we saw in Panel 6. Before he continues on, Atom's attention is pulled down to the sound of his ringing comm in the pocket of his suit pants. He has it pulled out in Panel 8, reading the message on its screen as everything's silent. Then, in the next panel, he addresses the press inside as he puts the comm back in his pocket; his body already preparing to leave stage left.
MP AHARONS [thought bubble, Panel 8]: [untranslatable expletive]! MP AHARONS [to the reporters, Panel 9]: Thank you for coming everyone...
Page 2, 6 Panels- Press Pit/Dr. Arxin's Laboratory, TA Parliament Building/5 floors beneath the Docking Bay, Mientahl
Panel 1: Action shot, in a normal non-camera aided layout, focusing squarely on the MP a minute later as he nears the side exits to the Press Pit. The flashes of light appearing in the background, along with the chatter of the reporters inside. He has the comm pressed up to his right ear, brimming with a stoic fire in the words he speaks.
MP AHARONS [into the comm, to Xamaeleon]: Xamaeleon...you bett'near ruined everything, messaging me in the middle of a flarking press conference. Tell me no one saw you while taking it...Good, good. How close till the sensor is installed on the third planet...?
Panel 2: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. The MP stops in front of the unseen door for the briefest of seconds as it slides open. What the Martian merc is saying from the other line has thoroughly intrigued him, lessening the sense of annoyance that was prevalent on Atom's face and in his body language in Panel 1.
MP AHARONS [Cont.]: Very good news indeed. Once you have it installed, fly back to the Capitol immediately...
Panel 3-4: Cut to an action shot of the Madam and Nessa in Dr. Arxin's lab, minutes after we last left them in Issue 8. Their respective weapons are ready for battle as they make their way to the entrance door. In the next panel, the setting shakes with the sound of a large bomb emanating from ground level. Their gazes look up toward the ceiling at that moment.
MP AHARONS [Off-Panel caption, Panel 3]: I want to go over our remarks to the Business Consortium at the end of the weatt, along with the other...stray markers on Mientahl. CAPALDI [from the Madam's comm speaker, Panel 3]: Clampher weapon signatures detected. Direct contact with the base is imminent…initating the defensive shield right now. THE MADAM [to Capaldi sarcastically, holding her bright sword at her side; Panel 3]: Thanks for the reminder, Capaldi. THE MADAM [Cont., Panel 4]: You sure we can't use the Hopper to get the hells outta here? CAPALDI [from the Madam's comm speaker, Panel 4]: Aye, cap'n. Too much interference with the base's electromagnetic signature as well as the planet's sedimentary system to getta decent lock on you four. THE MADAM [dejected sigh; Panel 4, Bubble 2]: Groovy...
Panel 5: We shift to a ground level shot of the two of them a second later. As Nessa goes through one last examination of the big gun she whipped out at the end of the previous issue, the Killeman looks to her right in the direction of the off-panel Robin and An'x. There's a sense of heightened urgency in her voice at this particular moment.
THE MADAM [to Dr. Arxin]: Hey Doc, ya done with the human's new shiny weapon?
Panel 6: Cut to a shot of Robin and the good Doctor over a dozen steps away. An'x glances to her left in order to address the Madam at that moment, while Ms. Cartwright is seen fiddling around with the Arm-or that looks similar to a Fitbit with a wider screen. You can see, on the far left of the cabinet, a row of other devices that look similar to the one Robin's wearing. The sound of rumbling and shaking from above ground permeates the air of the setting, like the rest of the page.
DR. ARXIN [to the Madam, reassuringly]: We're just about done teaching young Robin the basics of the Arm-or, not counting the different programs indicative in its software…