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Page 135 -- First Seen: 2010-07-07
This is a preview of: Phoebus Krumm
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PANEL ONE
Surrounded by a motley crew, Arran and Bretta step back from one
another. Loreanna can be seen, as well.
Bretta: 'The ship is yours, then?'
Arran: 'Not quite ... but she will be. They owe me for destroying my
beautiful _Osprey_.'
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PANEL TWO
Arran, waist up, with his arms spread. Behind him, the dark and
desperate visages of his new allies.
Arran: 'These men and women are prisoners like your mother and me. Add
dozens of pressganged crew. I've promised them their freedom and a
share of the prize money for this vessel.'
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PANEL THREE
Arran points aloft.
Arran: 'We now quietly control everything belowdecks, but our silence
is about to break. Jendyne Johnny controls the maindeck for'd to the
fighting top. We have work before us. Can you call off our attackers?'
Bretta: 'Attacker -- singular. It's Hanebuth, Daddy. I'll need a
communicator.'
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PANEL FOUR
Three-shot of the Islays, Loreanna most prominent in the middle,
wearing her almost-Story-of-O Hanoverian dress. Showing splendid
cleavage and a big smile, she raises her big knife.
Arran: 'Then by all means, let's get you a communicator!'
Loreanna: 'Somebody find me trousers -- I cannot do my best work in
this dress!'
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PANEL FIVE
Bretta is kneeling over the service port through which she entered the ship. She calls through it.
Bretta: One more thing ...
Brett: Kombi? Change of plans. My parents are here and we're taking this ship.
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PANEL SIX
The outer side of the service port. Bretta's upper third is sticking through, upside-down. She's reaching one arm towards Kombi, who is handing Bretta her cross-bow and quivver full of bolts.
Kombi: I think you be a-needing these, yes?
Brett: Kombi, you're my best friend.
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