Disclaimer: The Authority action figures and the Carrier playset were made by Warren Ellis and Bryan Hitch and are owned by DC/Wildstorm. This, however, is my sandbox I'm playing with them in. I promise to return them when I'm done.

Field Trip: Part 1 of 4

by Persian Slipper

PAGE 1

Panel 1:
Close-up of Jack glaring menacingly at us. He is clearly pissed and just a little scared. He is also trying to end whatever discussion he's in.

TITLE & CREDITS: "FIELD TRIP"

PAGE 2

This page is set-up strangely. The gutters between panels are non-existent and panel breaks are indicated by doors shifting the scenery to new locations. Angie is pursing Jack through a variety of locales, haranguing him all the while. Jack is trying to get away, hence the multiple doors. Also, as the scene progresses Angie gets more and more strident, her nano-blood emerges (starting in panel 3), and Jack gets more and more tense.

Panel 1:
Angie's room on the Carrier. The bed has just been used and is a total wreck, there are stacks of books on every conceivable science everywhere and half of them are annotated with post-it notes, the walls are adorned with either original comics art or pictures from the Hubble telescope, the desk is littered with strange equipment and half finished experiments, and all of Angie's comics are in pristinely organized long boxes in one corner. Angie is sitting on the bed in an old T-shirt advertising the ninth annual Phoenix cold fusion seminar. Jack is standing, getting ready to leave, but so far all he's got on is his pants.

ANGIE: JACK, I'M SICK AND TIRED OF SITTING UP HERE GETTING FAT AND DRUNK BECAUSE YOU WANT THE WORLD TO TAKE CARE OF ITS OWN PROBLEMS.

JACK: DOOR.

Panel 2:
South Beach. This being Miami, no one takes notice of them. They're in front of a big old fashioned Art Deco hotel that has been retrofitted to the tastes of the new club scene and painted a shocking pink. Everything else is chrome, glass, and cool. The requisite beach babes and strong men are lounging on the sidewalk, as well a passing tourist or two and a few strolling little old ladies.

ANGIE: I'M SICK OF CLEANING UP THE MESSES THAT ARE TOO BIG FOR THEM TO HANDLE THEN GOING BACK TO MY IDLE LIFE OF SUPERHEROIC SLOTH.

JACK: DOOR.

Panel 3:
The observatory deck of an Empire State-like building, only done entirely in glass and inhabited by vaguely anthropomorphic jelly fish. The jelly-fish creatures are almost as transparent as the glass, but with a hint of color to them to make them visible.

ANGIE: I'M SICK OF LETTING THE MASS MURDERS AND THE SCUMBAGS OF THE WORLD GO SO THEY WON'T HATE US. FOR GOD'S SAKE, JACK, YOU PROMISED ME A BETTER WORLD!

JACK: DOOR.

Panel 4:
Lake Shore Drive in Chicago. The beach side path they're on is deserted because it's snowing and the wind off the lake is wicked. Neither one of them looks cold, however.

ANGIE: WHERE IS MY FINER WORLD, JACK? WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THAT YOUTHFUL IDEALISM?

JACK: DOOR!

Panel 5:
A Surrealist's nightmare. A forest floored in black and white checkered tile, with trees that have arms and legs growing from them instead of branches.

ANGIE: DID SETH BEAT IT OUT OF YOU? DID IT DISAPPEAR WHEN THEY HALVED YOUR I.Q.? OR ARE YOU JUST TOO FRIGGING SCARED TO DO ANYTHING?

JACK: DOOR!

Panel 6:
Sahara Desert. Nothing but sand dunes, sunshine, and empty sky.

ANGIE: JACK, YOU SWORE ON JENNY'S GRAVE THAT WE WOULDN'T BE A BUNCH OF PANSY HEROES SAVING THE WORLD ONLY WHEN ASKED TO COME OUT AND PLAY.

JACK: ANGIE-

ANGIE: SHUT UP! YOU SWORE ON HER GODDAMN GRAVE, JACK!

DOCTOR (RT): DOCTOR TO ALL POINTS: GET YOUR ASSES BACK UP HERE.

BOTH: DOOR.

PAGE 3

Panel 1:
Apollo and the Midnighter are making out at the movies. We're facing them and the light from the screen is enough to give a general outline of what they're doing. The people around them are purposely focusing on the screen.

HERO (OP): HELLO. I'M LUKE. AND YOU'RE DEAD.

Panel 2:
The Midnighter comes up for air (not that he needs to) and puts his head on Apollo's shoulder. He's still in his coat, but he's disregarded the mask and is wearing a T-shirt and jeans (black, of course). Apollo's in a muscle tee and khaki shorts. His glow is faint, so he doesn't bother any one else, but apparent nonetheless.

MIDNIGHTER: WHY DON'T WE EVER SAY ANYTHING GOOD LIKE THAT?

APOLLO: BECAUSE WE'RE TOO BUSY TRYING NOT TO GET KILLED.

MIDNIGHTER: NOT REALLY.

APOLLO: ALRIGHT, IT'S BECAUSE WE DON'T THINK OF IT.

Panel 3:
Midnighter's angling in for another kiss.

MIDNIGHTER: I COULD TAKE THAT GUY, YOU KNOW.

APOLLO: YEAH. BUT I DON'T WANT YOU TO.

DOCTOR (RT): DOCTOR TO ALL POINTS: GET YOUR ASSES BACK UP HERE.

Panel 4:
The Midnighter has sunk back into his seat, looking focused but disappointed. Apollo is just focused.

MIDNIGHTER: CRAP.

APOLLO: COME ON, LET'S GO.

MIDNIGHTER: WE'VE GOT TO PICK JENNY UP AT TEN.

APOLLO: I KNOW. DOOR.

PAGE 4

Panel 1:
Page deep shot of Shen is relaxing on her balcony, her back to the view. Her elbows are on the rail, supporting her and her wings are tucked back, over the rail. She's got a sultry smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She's wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and matching thong underwear.

SHEN: NOW BOYS, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO TODAY?

Panel 2:
Reverse angle. Shen steps into her room, walking amid the four members of a very popular male singing group, who are all in awe of her brazenness and who are all a little drunk and more than a little stoned. The members are: the token black guy, the All-American boy, the bleach-blonde cutie, and the would-be bad-boy.

SHEN: HMM, I KNOW, LET'S PLAY SPIN THE BOTTLE. STRIP SPIN THE BOTTLE.

Panel 3:
Down-shot. Shen has them all sitting in a circle on the floor around an empty bottle of champagne. She's pointing at the bleach blonde one.

SHEN: KYLE, YOU GO FIRST.

Panel 4:
Same angle. Kyle spins it, drunkenly.

Panel 5:
It lands on the All-American one.

SHEN: NOW BRANDON, YOU HAVE TO TAKE OFF A PIECE OF CLOTHING AND KISS KYLE.

DOCTOR (RT): DOCTOR TO ALL POINTS: GET YOUR ASSES BACK UP HERE.

SHEN: CRAP! JUST WHEN THINGS WERE GETTING GOOD.

PAGE 5

Panel 1:
Down-shot focused on the bridge. The Doctor has a projection of the Carrier up, with portions highlighted in red, as well as pictures from various parts of the ship showing things that look like starfish on crack taking over the Carrier and hacking into its computer system. Some of the starfish-things are about the size of a basketball, orange, and winged, flying about the rooms. They have three eyeballs on stalks facing various directions so they always know where they're going. They also have tentacles in every possible place. The other starfish-things are much larger, green-grey, and upright (relatively). They have fewer tentacles and only one eyestalk, straight up out of their bodies. They are holding objects that resemble guns in some of their tentacles. The team is arranged in a semi-circle facing the images while the Doctor explains what's going on. Angie and Jack are on either end of the group, Shen is to Angie's left, and Apollo and the Midnighter are between Shen and Jack. The Doctor is in the center of the group, explaining.

DOCTOR: --THE MESSAGES I'M GETTING ARE PRETTY SCARED AND CONFUSED, BUT-

DOCTOR: --THE CARRIER SEEMS TO THINK THESE THINGS ARE PIRATES OF SOME SORT.

Panel 2:
Drop down to the team's level. Angie and Jack are glaring at each other, Apollo and the Midnighter are incredulous, Shen is bored, and the Doctor is trying to be serious for once.

MIDNIGHTER: PIRATES? WE'VE GOT PIRATES?

APOLLO: YOU PULLED US OUT OF MARITAL BLISS FOR THIS?

SHEN: MARITAL BLISS, MY ASS. CRIME IS DOWN 59% SINCE YOU TWO MOVED TO PHOENIX. AND IF ANYONE STARTS SINGING THAT 'PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN' SONG-

Panel 3:
The Doctor gets fed up with the bickering and seals everyone's mouth shut (except his, of course).

DOCTOR: PEOPLE, WE'VE GOT A MAJOR EMERGENCY HERE! KING CALAMARI AND HIS SQUID LEGIONS ARE ABOUT TO MAKE THE CARRIER INTO THEIR VERY OWN SPACE YACHT. SO UNLESS YOU WANT TO ROOM WITH WALKING SUSHI, YOU'LL SHUT UP!

Panel 4:
The team looks apologetic. The Doctor looks satisfied.

APOLLO (mutters): NOT OUR FAULT JENNY LIKES IT…

DOCTOR: JACK, I THINK YOU CAN TAKE IT FROM HERE.

PAGE 6

Panel 1:
Jack is still glowering at Angie, who is glaring back. Still, he's stepped up to take center stage, while the Doctor has gone back to join the fold. The images of the squid people are still up on the Carrier's screens.

JACK: ALL RIGHT, YOU HEARD THE DOCTOR. ANGIE, I WANT TO TALKING TO THE CARRIER. RADIO ANYTHING YOU GET TO ME.

ANGIE: BUT WHAT ABOUT-

JACK: DO IT.

Panel 2:
Angie's out in the hall, oozing through the floor into the heart of the Carrier.

ANGIE: GODDAMN PIG-HEADED BASTARD

Panel 3:
Joined to the Carrier now, Angie's got disjointed images flashing up in front of her. Some are of the squid things, some of the team on the bridge. The current one has Apollo and the Midnighter flying down a hallway.

ANGIE (RT): --MAIN STORAGE HOLD. SEEMS TO BE WHERE THEY CAME IN.

JACK (RT): APOLLO, MIDNIGHTER, YOU'VE ON IT. ANGIE, WHAT ELSE?

Panel 4:
Flash to images of the engine room, sealed off, and the transport room, which has the walking squid things oozing into it.

ANGIE (RT): ENGINE ROOM'S FINE, BUT THE TRANSPORT ROOM NEEDS WATCHING.

JACK (RT): DOCTOR, IT'S ALL YOURS.

DOCTOR (RT): OH JOY.

Panel 5:
Angie's pulled up an image of the bridge. Only Shen and Jack are left.

JACK (RT): ANY OTHER PROBLEMS? GOOD, SHEN AND I WILL HOLD THE BRIDGE.

ANGIE: YOU JUST WANT TO GET IN HER PANTS, YOU COWARDLY ASS.

PAGE 7

Panel 1:
The Doctor is in the transport room, turning the squid beasties in various kinds of seafood. He's got a pile of tuna cans next to him, a plate of California rolls off to one side, and he's working on a platter of various fried delights.

DOCTOR: HMM, LET'S SEE, YOU'LL BE CHICKEN OF THE SEA, YOU'LL BE SUSHI, AND I NEED SOME MORE FRIED SCROD-

Panel 2:
Some of the flying pirates have gotten past him to door, which he belatedly notices.

DOCTOR: HEY!

DOCTOR: WAIT A MINUTE-I'VE GOT AN IDEA-

Panel 3:
A street in Jerusalem. Everyone, Jew, Muslim, Christian, and otherwise is looking up at the sky. There are frogs raining down from several large doors, landing by the thousands, unharmed, on everything.

Panel 4:
The Doctor is now surrounded by mounds of seafood, but other than that the room is clear. He looks very self-satisfied.

DOCTOR (RT): DOCTOR TO JACK: YOU KNOW THAT MIDDLE EAST THING THAT WAS BOTHERING YOU--

PAGE 8

Panel 1:
The flying pirates have sent a contingent up to the bridge, keeping Jack and Shen quite busy. Shen is taking then in the air, her hands and feet turned into talons, while Jack is punching and kicking the ones who get near to bits.

JACK (RT): --THIS IS NOT THE BEST TIME FOR IT, DOCTOR!

DOCTOR (RT): OH. SORRY.

Panel 2:
A squad of squid has formed themselves up around Jack's head and are smacking him with their tentacles, as well as trying to blind him with random spurts of ink, which are dripping down him.

JACK: HEY, SHEN, HELP!

Panel 3:
Shen is halfway to the roof of the bridge, looking down at Jack. She's just dispatched the last of the squid that followed her up there.

SHEN: I SUGGEST YOU DUCK.

Panel 4:
Shen is swooping down through the crowd that had been attacking Jack, who had the good sense to hit the deck as she dived. Most of the squid got taken out by her front talons and the impact against her when she hit, but a few swerved out of the way. Squid bits and ink are flying everywhere.

Panel 5:
Jack kills two of the few remaining squid with a roundhouse kick as Shen gets the last one with her feet talons.

JACK (RT): APOLLO, MIDNIGHTER, REPORT!

PAGE 9 &10

Big, messy, and plain out icky is the only way to describe the storage hold. The floor is ankle deep in squid bits and ink and the walls are splattered with gore as well. Apollo's in the air, incinerating flying squid as fast as he can while also hitting the ones that get close. Midnighter's flipping over the eyestalks of line of walking squid, which are firing nasty orange laser beams at his last location. While in the air, he's using his staff as a scythe, removing the aforementioned eyestalks from their clueless owners.

APOLLO (RT): WE'RE-

MIDNIGHTER (RT): --FINE.

PAGE 11

Panel 1:
Apollo's back on the ground, still cooking everything in sight. Midnighter's got his hunting knife out now and is creating sashimi out of the squid he removed the eyestalks from.

MIDNIGHTER: WHAT TIME IS IT?

APOLLO: DON'T KNOW.

APOLLO: WHY?

Panel 2:
A new legion of walking squid has appeared and Apollo is beating the ink out of them. Midnighter is playing darts with the remaining flyers.

MIDNIGHTER: HAVE TO GO GET JENNY.

APOLLO: OH.

Panel 3:
In between punches, they share a quick kiss.

Panel 4:
A door is open and the Midnighter is halfway through. Apollo is back to focusing on the squid.

APOLLO: LOVE YOU.

MIDNIGHTER: I KNOW. BE CAREFUL.

APOLLO: ALWAYS. BYE.

PAGE 12

Panel 1:
In front a small McMansion the Midnighter steps through a door on the path. The lawn is well tended and landscaped and the house is lit up. From the back, a blue glow comes.

Panel 2:
At the door, Midnighter stops and thinks. He's looking at his reflection in one of the windows flanking the door.

Panel 3:
He stands for a moment, mask in one hand, the other on doorknob.

Panel 4:
Bust shot of Midnighter, sans mask. He's standing the doorway, basking in a weird blue glow. He's also pissed at something.

MIDNIGHTER: JENNIFER QUANTUM DONAVAN!

PAGE 13

Panel 1:
Looking from the Midnighter's POV into a nicely appointed suburban house. There are stairs directly ahead, an archway to a living on the right and a matching on to a dining room on the left. The back of the house, visible through a hallway that goes past the stairs, is alight with the blue glow that is washed over everything.

Panel 2:
The Midnighter is walking down the hall towards the glow when a voice from the shadows by the door stops him.

MIDNIGHTER: SHE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO-

BABYSITTER: MISTER?

Panel 3:
He looks down at a very scared babysitter. She's no more than twenty, brunette, and scrawny. She's wearing an oversized angora sweater and a short plaid skirt, which is a little hitched up because she's curled in ball next to the door.

MIDNIGHTER: SORRY 'BOUT THIS.

SITTER: WHAT'S GOING ON, MISTER? WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER?

Panel 4:
Close on Midnighter's fist, holding a crumbled hundred dollar under the wide-eyed girl's nose.

MIDNIGHTER: NOTHING YOU NEED TO WORRY ABOUT. NOW GO. AND KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT.

Panel 5:
He turns away from the door, flung open when the girl fled.

MIDNIGHTER: CHRIST, THAT'S THE THIRD ONE THIS MONTH…

Panel 6:
Midnighter is in the kitchen, which is in a state of cosmic disarray. Jenny's in her high chair, floating the remains of her dinner (peas and hamburger) around her head while rearranging the molecular structure of the appliances. The bright blue glow is everywhere.

MIDNIGHTER: HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO PLAY WITH YOUR FOOD?

PAGE 14

Panel 1:
Midnighter (with Jenny strapped to his chest in on of those baby-carrier things) dodges a laser blast as he emerges from a door into one of the Carrier's hallways. Apollo's engaged in a firefight with some of the walking squid and there's a pile of charred corpses on the floor.

MIDNIGHTER: WE NEED A NEW SITTER.

APOLLO: AGAIN?

Panel 2:
In between laser blasts, Midnighter starts throwing shuriken at the squid, removing eyes and tentacles as each one hits. Apollo provides covering fire for him, as well as a large, moving target for the squid.

MIDNIGHTER: AND A NEW KITCHEN.

APOLLO: I'LL HAVE THE DOCTOR FIX IT.

Panel 3:
Midnighter breaks for the squid, which are pretty well disarmed, with a katana in hand. Apollo turns to face a new group of flyers, roasting them as he goes.

MIDNIGHTER: WE'LL HAVE TO SIT THROUGH ONE OF HIS ANTI-GLOBALIZATION RANTS.

APOLLO: WE CAN LIVE. WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH JENNY?

Panel 4:
Midnighter looks up from the squid he was carving to bits at Apollo, who is descending in a shower of charbroiled starfish.

MIDNIGHTER: GOOD QUESTION.

MIDNIGHTER (RT): MIDNIGHTER TO ALL POINTS: CAN ANYONE TAKE CARE OF JENNY RIGHT NOW?

APOLLO: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT.

PAGE 15

Panel 1:
The Doctor has set himself up an aid tent in sub-Saharan Africa. He's distributing the seafood he conjured out of the starfish to the starving masses, which are lined up to the horizon for the food.

DOCTOR: WHO'S NEXT?

MIDNIGHTER (RT): MIDNIGHTER TO ALL POINTS: CAN ANYONE TAKE CARE OF JENNY RIGHT NOW?

Panel 2:
The Doctor gestures for the emaciated man who is next in line to wait a minute.

DOCTOR (RT): DOCTOR TO MIDNIGHTER: I'LL BE RIGHT THERE.

Panel 3:
The Doctor snaps his fingers and a startled looking aid worker appears.

DOCTOR: YOU TAKE OVER HERE. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING.

DOCTOR: DOOR.

Panel 4:
The Doctor steps through a door and is handed Jenny by a running Midnighter. Apollo's already far down the hallway.

MIDNIGHTER: HERE.

DOCTOR: ALRIGHT.

Panel 5 & 6:
The Doctor does the step-through to the dreamtime thing.

Panel 7:
The previous Doctor greets him at the gate, while a few others glare at him.

OLD DOCTOR: WE APPRECIATE YOUR EFFORTS TO HELP YOUR TRIBE. BUT WE DO NOT WATCH CHILDREN.

DOCTOR: THIS IS THE SPIRIT OF THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY.

OLD DOCTOR: IN THAT CASE, WE WILL MAKE AN EXCEPTION.

Panel 8:
Step-through thing.

Panel 9:
The Doctor ducks under a laser blast.

PAGE 16

Panel 1:
The team (minus Angie) has reconvened in the hallway in front of the bridge. The Doctor's on his belly, where he landed after ducking the laser blast, turning the aliens guns into seagulls that think the aliens are lunch. Apollo and Shen are in the air, shredding flyers, while Jack and the Midnighter do the same on the ground. All of the aliens in the scene are total wrecks, appearing to have been reconstructed out of broken alien bits.

Panel 2:
The Doctor is on his feet again, but he's jumping out of the way of another laser blast. Jack is about to kick the crap out of the alien who fired it.

DOCTOR: CHRIST! I THOUGHT WE GOT RID OF THESE THINGS!

JACK: HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THEY WOULDN'T STAY DEAD?

Panel 3:
Shen's looking down the hallway and towards an open door. A few breakaway aliens are sliming through it to the room beyond.

SHEN: JACK, WE'VE GOT PROBLEMS…

PAGE 17

Panel 1:
Jack looks up from dismembering an alien to where Shen and Apollo were five seconds ago. They aren't there anymore, because they're speeding into the hallway in pursuit of the breakaway group of aliens.

JACK: TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW-

Panel 2:
Jack looks over at the Midnighter, who is pulping a flyer with a sledgehammer and having a ball.

JACK: CRAP! MIDNIGHTER, FOLLOW THEM!

Panel 3:
The Doctor turns to Jack as the Midnighter takes off towards the door where Apollo and Shen disappeared.

DOCTOR: DON'T YOU THINK WE NEED A LITTLE HELP HERE?

Panel 4:
The remaining aliens close in, leaving Jack and the Doctor in a tough spot.

JACK: FINE.

JACK (RT): ANGIE, GET UP HERE NOW!

PAGE 18

Panel 1:
Close on Angie's face with wires tapped into the Carrier protruding from it.

ANGIE (RT): HAPPY TO JACK, JUST-

Panel 2:
Lighting and sparks play over Angie's seizing body as a power surge goes through the Carrier and her link to it.

PAGE 19

Panel 1:
The aliens press closer around Jack and the Doctor. Jack looks concerned.

JACK (RT): ANGIE? ANGIE?

DOCTOR: WE'RE NOT GETTING BACK UP, ARE WE?

Panel 2:
Jack gets the demonic glint back in his eye. The Doctor looks a little less that sure about this.

JACK: NO. GET READY TO-

SWIFT (RT): GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE, NOW!

Panel 3:
Jack and the Doctor look at each other.

DOCTOR: LEAVE THIS TO ME.

Panel 4:
The Doctor works his magic, bathing the starfish things in a weird yellow glow.

DOCTOR: RIPENESS IS ALL TO MAN, BUT YOU MAY ROT EVEN HERE. HASTE.

Panel 5:
Jack and the Doctor walk out of the room, surrounded by melting starfish corpses.

JACK: WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THAT SOONER?

DOCTOR: DIDN'T THINK OF IT UNTIL SHEN YELLED AT US.

PAGE 20

Panel 1:
The Doctor and Jack stop in the doorway of the bridge, bowled over at the scene. The Midnighter's standing in front of the smashed helm, sledgehammer still in hand. The floor is dripping in squid pulp and goo. Apollo's got a live flyer by the wings, the only remaining appendages on it, while Swift is trying to run a diagnostic on the ship.

MIDNIGHTER: SORRY. IT WAS THE ONLY WAY.

APOLLO: THEY HAD HACKED INTO THE CONTROL SYSTEM.

SWIFT: THE CARRIER'S IGNORING MY ATTEMPTS TO TALK TO HER.

Panel 2:
Jack moves forward to stand by Shen. The Doctor is touching the deck, trying to help the Carrier heal.

JACK: WHAT EXACTLY DID THEY DO?

SWIFT: HACKED INTO THE COMM. WE CAUGHT THAT ONE SCREECHING SOMETHING INTO IT, AT LEAST.

DOCTOR: SHE'S LOCKED ME OUT TOO, WON'T LET ME HELP, AND ISN'T EVEN SPEAKING ENGLISH ANY MORE.

Panel 3:
Jack turns to Apollo, who's still holding the flyer. Midnighter's next to him, keeping a close eye on the alien.

JACK: DO WE KNOW WHAT THEY WANT?

MIDNIGHTER: NO. MAYBE NEXT TIME WE'LL ASK FIRST AND BEAT LATER?

JACK: FAT CHANCE.

PAGE 21:

Panel 1:
Angie starts to wake up. The Carrier's still got her, thankfully.

ANGIE: UNNHH.

Panel 2:
She lifts a hand to her head.

ANGIE: GODDAMN, MY HEAD HURTS.

Panel 3:
Full awareness returns. She panics and consults with the Carrier.

ANGIE: OH, CHRIST. THAT SIGNAL WENT INTO THE BLEED.

Panel 4:
Continued panic as she calls Jack.

ANGIE (RT): ANGIE TO JACK: I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON, BUT--

PAGE 22:

Panel 1:
Everyone on the bridge is staring out the front windows of the Carrier, watching a massive door open and another shift-ship come through it. This one is shaped like a jellyfish, instead of a dog's nose, with the tentacles flared out behind the main body of the ship.

ANGIE (RT): --THEY CALLED FOR BACK-UP.

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