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Page 105 -- First Seen: 2010-04-28
This is a preview of: Phoebus Krumm
The Transcript For This Page
PANEL ONE (upper lefthand quarter of page)
In the background, the Milky Way galaxy, attended by the captive
Sagittarius Dwarf Galaxy or 'Cluster'. Invert the picture, so that the
SAGDEG sticks upward at the side of the Milky Way. Most of the
foreground is taken up by Tarrant's little ship, headed for the
Cluster.
Narrative (Tarrant): 'Toward what I thought to be my retirement, I
determined to see what had become of Old Hanover.'
Narrative (Tarrant): 'I chose my finest solo racer to retrace the
course we'd taken so long ago.'
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PANEL TWO (upper righthand quarter of page)
A black-sailed medium-sized starsailing vessel attacks Tarrant's
ship, blasting her to pieces with its projectibles.
Narrative (Tarrant): 'Instead of bringing me home, my little ship was
captured and destroyed by the Aggregate -- what the Coordinated Arm
calls the Clusterian Powers.'
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PANEL THREE (lower lefthand quarter of page)
Show the younger, taller Tarrant being frog-marched by a pair of
Oplytes. Think of them as heavily-armed nine-foot tall hairless
gorillas, with green skin -- or perhaps we could pay tribute to he
movie _This Island Earth_ by using its 'mu-tants'. They wear
loincloths, combat boots, and carry an outsized thrustible on each
arm. (Krumm's pair were taken from an Oplyte.)
Narrative (Tarrant): 'I was to be converted into another mindless,
insatiable, short-lived Oplyte slave warrior.'
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PANEL FOUR (lower right quarter of page)
A shrunken, wizened, emaciated-looking version of Tarrant (see
Kelly Freas' painting of Frederick Brown's famous Martian) sits up on
what looks like an operating room table. The place is dim and
dirty-looking. There are several dead bodies on the floor wearing
medical masks and magnifiers. Tarrant examines himself with horror in
the dreary light.
Narrative (Tarrant): 'But the process went wrong somehow -- more for
them than for me.'
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