The Boo-Ya! #11: Pages 9-10
Page 9, 5 Panels- Crater outside Parliament Building, Capitol
Panel 1: Side action shot of him slowly making his way to the edge of the crater to climb back out. He's holding his comm in his right hand. His eyes focused squarely on its screen as he moves while the rest of his body slowly transforms from the bottom-up into his "Mr. Xjliang" alter-ego. The background behind him is a mix of the brown clods of dirt and the grass above it.
XAMAELEON [reading the screen, smiling]: The triggers haven't been damaged. Countdown's on...
Panel 2-3: A two-part set of panels that moves to the top of the crater, following as the Martian mercenary climbs back up to solid terra firma. As he reaches the top though moments later, in Panel 3, he looks up and sees a pair of shadows that are standing in shadowed silhouette above him. We see a mix of shock and surprise in the still alien-looking face.
XAMAELEON [Cont., Panel 2]: Close enough that I can get the bosso on the horn and tell him to fire up the... XAMAELEON [Panel 3]: ...Oh, flark!! NESSA [Off-Panel, to Xamaeleon; Panel 3]: Yep yep, ya little glep.
Panel 4: Cut to a profile shot of Robin (to the left of the panel view) and Nessa (to the right of the panel view) standing side-by-side, looking down at Xamaeleon a second later. You can see a wide smile coming over Robin's face, squeezing her Arm-or fist and forming a white ball of energy as the Killeman speaks in an effortlessly intimidating tone.
NESSA [Cont.]: The way I see it, you've got two options- hand over the Spear peacefully, or my compadre here trying again to knock that ugly block of yours into orbit. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [intimidating, to Xamaeleon]: Trust me, brah...I really hope you choose the latter!
Panel 5: We move to a shot of the Martian mercenary in a similar setting and layout to what we saw in Panel 2. Immediately knowing the situation at that moment, he places the comm screen first to the side of his body. His face and mannerisms moving toward "save my ass" bargain mode.
XAMAELEON [to Robin and Nessa]: I have a third option. One that helps you fine ladies out...
Page 10, 6 Panels- Business Consortium, Capitol
Panel 1: Cut to a shot of the stage of the Small Business Consortium already in progress. You can see the MP from Burocrass Cie;v (a tall androgynous creature of gray with wide black eyes that can shift its eyes to the same focus and size of a microscope when needed), speaking to the assembled one-percenters of the Capitol in shadow in the panel view. On both sides of the center-stage podium, you can also see some of the other dignitaries listening and/or eating their respective dinners.
XAMAELEON [Cont., Off-Panel caption]: ...and keeps my arse out'a prison satellite!
Panel 2-3: Close-up on MP Aharons' position toward the far end of the table. In Panel 2, he glances over to the podium with an apahetic sigh, taking a bite of some kind of three-eyed red-orange fish on his plate. In the next panel, as the audience applauds, you can hear faintly the sound of Atom's comm ringing from the direction of his pocket.
Panel 4: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. Mr. Aharons has his comm out and glances down at the screen as the applause reaches its peak. There's a smile that comes across his face upon seeing the message on the screen.
XAMAELEON [text message bubble]: "Trigger 3's active...you're on." MP AHARONS [thought bubble]: Rohtlas of waiting...
Panel 5: Cut to a shot of the MP whispering something to a colleague seated next to him akin to, "Cover for me." In the background, you can see a little bit of the stage and the back curtains illuminated by the spotlights in the Hall at that moment.
MP AHARONS [Cont., thought bubble]: Of having to stomach the Prime Chancellor's impotent twinsechstin domestically and throughout the empire. MP AHARONS [thought bubble 2]: Of the fake smiles and hollow words from my colleagues in the Parliament. MP AHARONS [thought bubble 3]: Of the populace crying for some utopia they're ill-equipped to handle. Now is the time for the blessed...
Panel 6: Action shot of the MP moving toward the off-stage exit a minute later. His comm now firmly back in his pocket as he walks away. The stage and the podium start to fade off into the distance, with the politico taking on a more sinister light as he reaches into the inner pocket of his coat to pull out the Spear.
MP AHARONS [grinning]: For the pure to rise from the ashes...