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-- First Seen: 2009-09-30
This is a preview of: Phoebus Krumm
The Transcript For This Page
FIVE Panels
PANEL ONE (upper lefthand quarter of page)
As you have space. This is the least formal of Lia's formal
audience rooms, the one nearest the garages and vehicle tunnels, where
she can do 'hit and run diplomacy'. The decor is ideosyncratic. Check
the next couple of pages for details, most of which will not fit into
this page.
Lia allows Demondion-Echeverria to kiss her hand.
Lia: 'I see they left you your weapons, as I instructed.'
Demondion-Echeverria: 'Yes, ma'am, but it was plain it hurt their
pride.'
Narrative: 'Lia Woodgate Wheeler was shaping up as one of the most
unusual rulers in history.'
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PANEL TWO (upper righthand quarter of page)
Lia shakes Krumm's hand.
Lia: 'No guest, friend or enemy, will be disarmed in my house. Unarmed
people cannot defend themselves -- a lesson we learned the hard way in
our late war with the Aggregate.'
Narrative: 'That war had cost the Monopolity its original capital
world.'
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PANEL THREE (oval-shaped, in the center of the page)
This is a formal state portrait of the Ceo Lia Wheeler, seen from
about the waist up. Be guided by similar portraits of Elizabeth I. Her
hands are held in front of her -- no emzeebees -- and she looks at the
viewer with cool, intelligent eyes. I'll send pictures. Include a
fancy oval frame.
NO CAPTION
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PANEL FOUR (lower lefthand quarter of page)
Lia (closeup): 'Those who will not understand it are free to go and
serve the Kryptagon.'
Narrator: 'The center of government on Sibola, homeworld of the
Jendyne Empery-Cirot.'
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PANEL FIVE (lower right quarter of page)
Two-shot closeup of Demondion-Echeverria and Phoebus.
Lia (from out of panel): 'And pray do not call me 'ma'am', it makes me
feel a century old, when actually, I'm not quite forty.'
Narrator: 'Thirty-eight, by my reckoning, but she hadn't aged a day
since I first saw her years ago.'
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