Strip 160 -- First Seen: 2009-04-24
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QV on a short break

QUANTUM VIVE is taking a break for a few weeks, as we prepare for Part 2 of the Novo Palermo story, and also for a Kickstarter campaign for Part 1, which will start in September.

In the meantime, Not-Safe.Space will continue, as a murder mystery begins and the relationship between Eithne and Diana develops in unexpected directions.

Not-Safe.Space is a NSFW strip but more than half the pages are SFW so I've set those to *not* require a Patreon membership. Readers should be able to follow the story without seeing the NSFW pages. If I've done this right.

Kickstarter successful and closed

The Kickstarter campaign for Not-Safe.Space Chapter 3 concluded successfully on April 21, and Scott extended the time allowed for late pledges until May 19.

Books have been ordered from the printer and Scott will be spending the next week or so setting up and sending the PDF files to those who asked for them.

(There are still six of you who have not responded to the survey asking for e-mail and snail-mail addresses, he'll do the best he can.)

Thanks to all for supporting this Kickstarter!

The Transcript For This Page

Panel 1
Largish panel. Re-establish the scene. The Gamma Conqueror, surrounded by its six Beta-class ships, are each faced against a small mining ship which has its cutting laser pointed directly at their bridges. Important: the Beta ships are arranged so that none of them can fire at any of the mining ships with their fixed-position laser guns. We might see a bit of Ceres' surface in the lower right corner.

Harris (from inside the Gamma): Don't just sit there, shoot those gnats down!

Weapons officer (also from inside the Gamma): We can't, sir!

Panel 2
Inside the GC bridge, the Weapons Officer unhappily explains the situation.

Weapons: Our ships are only configured to shoot down at planetary surfaces.

Harris: Well, for god's sake, turn the damned ships so that we can ...
Panel 3
Same shot. A voice on the hailing frequency stops Harris in mid-rant.

Voice: Admiral, I wouldn't advise doing anything foolish. This is the, uh, HMS Split-Tail.

Voice (2): We will laser your ships to ribbons if you attempt to make any maneuvers.

Panel 4
Medium shot of Harris, red-faced and shouting. One of his officers can be seen in the background, looking more worried than angry.

Harris: You don't scare me, bitch! We will fight to the last man.

Panel 5
Cut to Guy at his console. His eyes light up with delight.

Guy (thought): Is that Fiorella's voice?


Panel 6
Inside the Split-Tail, we see it is indeed Fiorella at the communications console. She has one raised eyebrow and a wry grin.
Fiorella: Bitch? You'll probably get a PC citation for that when you … if you get home.

Panel 7
Closer shot at Fiorella. She looks like the cat who has the mouse cornered.
Fiorella: No matter, we have the drop on you, so reach for the sky, pardner.

Fiorella (2): It's time for you to surrender.