Old Scars, Chapter 3: Part 3.3

Page 17 Panel 1: The immortal Irishman tilts his peripheral gaze toward his mechanical friend, flashing a typically smooth and charismatic line that holds a bit of unease in the background.

GREM

(half-grin) Sore, but in my usual fine spirits.

Panel 2: Miriam counters with a note of understanding on her face as she goes through the note of elaboration to her question.

MIRIAM

I can see that quite well, Gremlin. That's not what referring to. I've known you long enough to spot when the dark clouds are drifting past that ray of sunshine.

Panel 3: A two-part set of panels that moves to a side shot of Grem a split second later, looking out in front of him and letting the emotional walls come down on this subject.

MIRIAM

(Cont., Off-Panel) Margaret's birthday is today, is it not?

GREM

Aye, it is...popped into my head a few minutes after dispatching the Empire's grunters.

Panel 4: In the second part, he glances over in her friend's direction with a suggestion that pops in his head; the metaphorical rock in his throat being swallowed downward..

GREM

(Cont.) What's the nearest place for a drink that doesn't put money in King George's pocket?

Panel 5: Miriam chuckles and flashes a slight grin, glancing out somewhere in a bit of thought at the question.

MIRIAM

There's a Humech neighborhood 10-12 miles from here that makes a superb--

Panel 6: Action shot of a powerful explosion hitting the rear of the Isle in the middle of her thought, causing it to shake and tilt downward slightly.

Page 18

Panel 1: Grem glances briefly over his shoulder, noticing the enemy airship nearby; a look of rare surprise on his face as he speaks, interrupting the melancholy from the previous page.

GREM

I thought the Brits ended their airship program after World War I.

Panel 2: Action shot of Miriam looking around the backseat of the Isle in search of something as she speaks.

MIRIAM

They did. They just sold off the excess ships to the Indian SkyForce...typical imperial nonsense!

GREM

(Off-Panel) Aye...!

Panel 3: Back to the immortal Irishman at the wheel, multitasking as he flies between the console and his mechanical friend as he finishes the rest of his thought.

GREM

(Cont.) No major damage, thankfully. Need to shake 'em off somehow. I might have something here I can...

Panel 4: A few moments later, she comes out with the Fragarach gripped in her left hand; the ship swerving to avoid the off-panel attacker.

GREM

(Cont., Off-Panel) Seriously?!

MIRIAM

Last we spoke, you were working on a boomerang feature for long distance fights.

GREM

(Bubble 2, Off-Panel) Yeah, but the testing for it is still very preliminary. I--

MIRIAM

(interjecting, Bubble 2) You trust me?

GREM

(Bubble 3, Off-Panel) Like few other souls on this planet.

Panel 5: Action shot of Miriam flinging the fully unfurled Fragarach out in the direction of the attacking ship.

MIRIAM

(reassuring) Then trust my judgment and the fact that...now is as a splendid time as any for a proper field test.