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Transcript
Panel 1:
SFX: KRABOOOM!!!!!
Crowd: What was that?
Huh?
What just happened?
Panel 2:
SFX: KRABOOOM!!!!!
Commander Dale Zurkett: What the hell was that?
Natashia Starrat: Surface bombardment?
Dale: Maybe, but it's not loud enough to be from the square!
Andre Peters: What else would they fire at?
Panel 3:
Dale: Hank, talk to me! What's going on up there??
Panel 4:
Colonel Hank Thompson: It's bad, Dale! One of the warbirds broke off from combat. They fired a precision shot.
Dale (comms): At what, Hank?!
Hank: Particle defense control, Commander. We're trying to get a full scan, but... it looks like it's been wiped off the map.
The particle storm tracker estimates 15 minutes to planetfall.
We've got to get you out of there!
Dale (comms): That might be harder than it sounds. Stand by.
Panel 5:
Dale: What do we do? The city can't withstand this particle shower!
Commodore Jeffrey Bannister: We can mass beam onto the ship, can't we?
Dale; We can't lower shields to beam, and there's thousands of people! It's impossible!
Jeff: Well, we have to do something!
Natashia: To have any chance at all, we have to get ahead of this. There's going to be chaos when the people find out what happened?
Dammit, the Supreme Advisor forced me onto TV before. But how can we get on the air NOW?
Andre: Well, I can do that.
Panel 6:
Natashia: You can? Are you sure?
Jeff: What about access passwords? Firewalls?
Andre: Well, if I was trying to do it from the ship, sure... that'd be a challenge. But we're on the planet. I figure the AV equipment is in this palace?
Natashia: Yeah, we broadcasted from just down the hallway.
Andre: Oh, great. Give me five minutes, then.
Panel 7:
Narrative Text: And about five minutes later...
Natashia: Spoogians, Romulans... my people! This is your queen.
Please, I beeg you... cease your fighting and listen to me.
All your lives depend on it.
Crowd: The queen speaks!
Hold your fire!
What of the Supreme Advisor?
Do you see him here? Where IS he? Let us hear the queen!
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