The Boo-Ya! #11: Pages 1-2
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Page 1, 8 Panels- Museum/Outside Parliament building, Capitol
Panel 1: We open with a shot of our human heroine Robin walking around in a different part of the museum, sidestepping past a well-dressed upper-crusty person in fancy clothes on her way to a painting off-panel right. It takes place, as does the action of the whole page, at the same time as we ended things in Issue 10.
ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [thought bubble]: Nessa should be out with the Spear anytime now. It's almost over...nothing left but to fire up the Arm-or again and--
Panel 2: Cut to an action shot in the Parliament building. It's focused squarely on Xamaeleon as she lands a solid jab to Nessa's rib cage. The Killmean's back is mostly visible to the reader absorbing the brutal blow at that moment.
Panel 3: Back at the museum, we see Ms. Cartwright move past a blue-skinned tourist in far more common clothes that contain their long sausage arms with three claws at the hand level. Her eyes glancing over in the direction of an off-panel painting, while others in the background move or stand in front of other non-descript pieces in the area.
ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont. thought bubble]: Wait, wouldn't I have heard something from Staehlia or the Madam when Ness got out of the building? A friendly reminder saying, "Ness is back with the Spear. Time to boogie on to the big man (or whatever they say)." ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [thought bubble 2]: I mean, they're not exactly ones for consideration. Though really it isn't consideration, just basic decen-- ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [sneezing]: ACHOO! Son of a...
Panel 4: We move to another action shot at a different part of the Parliament building a few beats later, showing Nessa cracking the Martian mercenary with a firm left hook. You can see the same mix of green and gray in the background from the exterior of the area.
Panel 5: Back to Robin in a similar setting and layout to Panel 3. She's stopped moving and is looking squarely at the off-panel painting. In the background, you can see others passing by, ignoring the weird looking entity with the featureless face.
ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [thought bubble]: Ah, frack it, I'll message 'em myself! That is, after I figure out what the paint for this thing's made from.
Panel 6: We move to another action shot from outside Parliament showing Xamaeleon driving Nessa backwards with a side kick into the side of a large oak tree that is located on the right of the panel view.
Panel 7: Same setting/layout as Panel 5, a few beats later. The background changes slightly with other people passing our human heroine by with the same level of total disinterest that was witnessed earlier. From the direction of the Arm-or, you can see a red dot flashing at a faint level, illuminating Robin's wrist.
ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont. thought bubble]: I swear it looks like kaiju entrails or maybe King Jellybean's guts from "Rick and Morty." Or...oh wait, maybe it's-- CAPALDI [interjecting, from Robin's earpiece]: Um, Robin?
Panel 8: Cut to a final action shot a minute later from around the same patch of land that we saw back in Panel 6. Just as the Martian merc is set to level a final defeating blow on Nessa, she counters with a brutal shot taking in as much strength as she can muster using the Invisicloak as inspiration.
CAPALDI [Off-Panel caption, to Robin]: We have a situation with Nessa. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Off-Panel caption 2, to Capaldi]: What happened?
Page 2, 7 Panels- Museum/Command Center, Capitol/the Boo-Ya!
Panel 1: Same setting as the last panel of the previous page. The layout shifts slightly to Robin's face as she turns away from the off-panel painting and moves a couple of steps to her left toward the front entrance. You can see a little more of the museum in the background, including some live clay sculptures, metallurgical shapes and other moving paintings.
ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., looking for clarification]: Did she get in fight with a guard? Was she shot or somethi...? THE MADAM [from the earpiece, to Robin]: We don't have eyes on the bett'n thing! All we know is there was a big explosion near where, according to S'am's intel, the MP's office was located.
Panel 2: Cut to the Madam back in the Command Center, pacing in front of the captain's chair as she speaks. You can partially see Staehlia at work in her station on the left of the panel view, and Dr. Arxin seated on the opposite side of the panel.
THE MADAM [Cont.]: Her vitals went wonky about seix minuyats ago, which the Doc says is consistent with someone in a fight. She's still standing, though hells if I know for how long. So, that armored suit thing you were talking about at Mar-Vell's...
Panel 3: Back to our human heroine in a similar setting and layout to what we saw at the top of the page. Robin gently nods in agreement at the statement, containing the last bit of nerves building up within her. The background containing the same ever changing mix of creatures passing by.
THE MADAM [Cont., from the earpiece]: I'd suggest whipping it out. Right now! ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [to the Madam]: Right...on my way.
Panel 4: Cut to an action shot of Ms. Cartwright moments later, quickly moving out of the museum toward the front entrance. Her left hand reaches over to the Arm-or, pressing a button on the top of the device that is unseen to the reader at that point. As was the case earlier in the page, the background is occupied with other museumgoers who hardly notice our human heroine.
Panel 5-7: A three-part set of panels that moves to a shot of the front of the building. It starts from the sky looking down in Panel 5 as Robin situates herself. In the next panel, we move to a shot of her body as she begins to float off the sidewalk in regards to the earlier command. Her nerves building in anticipation over what's to come. In Panel 7 though, moments later, the anticipation changes to confusion over the appearance of just the armored plate on her chest from a few issues back.
ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [deep breath, Panel 5]: Okay, anti-grav on. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [anticipation, Panel 6]: Now--armor suit! ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Panel 6, Bubble 2]: Armor suit! Armor... ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [a little sad, Panel 7]: Damn! Alright, I can make this work I think...