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Here's my first draft of Part one of my script...
F = Future Boy
Q =Quantunaut
N =Neo-Post-Modernist Woman
MO =the Mandarin Orange (Quantunant’s time ship)
TB1 =Time Bandit 1
TB2 =Time Bandit 2
Page 1
Panel 1
Inside the Control Sphere of the Mandarin Orange, Alarms are blaring, Red lights are flashing, and Quantanaut’s pissed off.
Q: Shit!
Panel 2
Main transport deck. Future Boy, and his keeper, Neo-Post-Modernist Woman are trying their best to brace themselves as the time ship is attacked. More alarms and red lights.
N: My sentiments as well, Quantunaut, but could you please actually give me some real information?
Panel 3
Quantanaut really doesn’t think he has time to deal with his passengers’ complaints at the moment, and gives NPMW whatfor.
Q: As I told you, Neo-Post-Modernist Woman, the Antiron Creatures of Kel Krine are engineered to latch onto cloritenigines and drain the chromacrystals of all their power-
Panel 4
Edmund, ever the confused child, asks the obvious question as a vent explodes or something suitably scifi-battle-damageish. NPMW is really starting to lose it.
F: What’s that supposed to mean?
N: In Earth-3 Standard please, Turtle Boy!
Panel 5
Shot of the outside of the Mandarin Orange, as the Antiron creatures rip open the engines. The space outside them resembles a fractal, or vortex, and all around them these massive pyramids (almost identical to the ones in the Giza basin) fly around them. Pieces of the Mandarin Orange fly out into 5-D space…
Panel 6
Quantunaut stares at the readout screens of the ship. Pyramid trajectories, damage reports, TV screens, holo-projectors, all kinds of things going on that he’s looking at.
MO: Ship. Hurt.
Q: It means, you ignorant sow, that we’re out of juice. The Orange can’t steer itself, and any moment now we’re going to crash into a rock of ages!
Page 2
Panel 1
Riding the Antiron creatures are two midgets in pirate gear. Close up on one of them.
TB1: Ahoy dere!
Panel 2
Camera pulls out and we get a good look at the midgets, the monsters, and the battle ravaged Time Ship.
TB2: Surrender da dime ship, and we’ll pull da ande-iron cridders off aya! Uderwise, prepare do die!
Panel 3
Quantunaut looks at the screen with the Time Bandits on it, even more pissed off.
Q: Fucking Time Bandits. Releasing their fucking space monsters and eating my fucking ship...
Panel 4
Edmund stares a display screen showing the Time Bandits, and realizes that they’re all in deep shit.
F: Quantunaut, is there anything we can do?
Panel 5
In Quantunazut’s control room, the Orange starts to panic. Every display screen in the room flashes “NO!” to Quantunaut. Quantunaut holds on to the steering controls for life.
MO: No. Give. Ship.
Q: Well, since the time bandits want to fucking steal the fucking Mandarin Orange, and I’m not fucking giving her to them-
Panel 6
The Time Bandits and the Antiron creatures begin to expose the engines chrono-particle core. They’re getting more forceful and aggressive.
TB2: Deaf do da dime dravellers!
TB1: Do Hell wif da do-gooders!
Panel 7
Thigs start exploding on the passenger deck. Fires start. Bolts come loose. NPMW has had it.
N: Doesn’t this shit tank have any weapons?
Panel 8
In the control room, even as display screens crack and a fire extinguisher goes off, Quantunaaut tries his hardest to keep from colliding the ship with a pyramid.
Q: Listen, bitchy, I’m using every metric-ton of power we’ve got just to steer this boat.
N: How about we fight the fucking space monsters, Q-Ball!
Q: Love to, but quite frankly, our biggest problem right now is the Asteroids of Ag-
Page 3
Splash Page
The Mandarin Orange crashes into a giant pyramid. Lots of other pyramids in the background, of course.
Title and credits:
Barbelith Presents: Future Boy! Boy of the 38th Century! in-
The Origins of History, Part 1: Time Troubles!
Page 4
Panel 1
In the control room, most of the display screens have died, and Quantunaut is almost enveloped by darkness.
Q: Shit. I was right. I’m always right. I hate being right all the time.
Panel 2
Outside the ship, the Time Bandits look up from their ship ravaging. A shockwave is heading right towards them.
TB2: Oh, fuc-
Panel 3
The time bandits get atomitized by the shockwave of the collision…
Panel 4
In the Passanger Section, vents exhaust, lights flicker, emergency seatbelts engage.
MO: Warning. Ship. Alert. Help.
F: Now what?
N: Quantunaut, what the fuck is happening?
Panel 5
Quantunaut stares at the display screens, realizing the situation is hopeless, and lights a cigar.
Q: As I mentioned twice before. We are in the Asteroid Field of Ages. We literally just hit a Time Rock.
Panel 6
Future Boy looks at NPMW, all distressed like.
F: Is that good for us or bad for us?
Panel 7
Quantunaut sits back in his control station puffs his cigar, waiting for the shit to roll down hill
Q: Well… yes on both accounts. The good news is, the temporal shockwave from the collision teleported the Time Bandits to the badlands of the Fourth Dimension.
Page 5
Panel 1
Crazy vortexie stuff engulfs the pyramid with the Mandarin Orange stuck on it.
Pn2
Quantunaut takes the cigar out of his mouth, looks at the display screens reading “Quantum Disturbance Alert”
Q: The bad news is, we just knocked a Rock of Ages off its natural course, causing a tare in the space-time continuum, which will probably launch us into some portion of ‘normal’ 4-D space.
Panel 3
NPMW and Future Boy look at each other.
N: But normal 4-D space doesn’t exist in the 38th Century!
Panel 4
Quntunaut has a big bottle of scotch right by his mouth, about to take a huge drink.
Q: Precisely. That simply means we’ll fall into some area of 4-D space before the 38th Century.
Panel 5
Similar to 5-3, but instead of NPMW and Edmund looking at each other, they look straight at the reader, still panicked/surprised/alarmed as such.
F: Oh crap.
Page 6
Panel 1
A nice jungle clearing
Panel 2
Same everything. The pyramid bamfs into mid air-
Panel 3
-and promptly crashes onto the ground
Panel 4
Just about everything is dead in the control room. Lots of broken equipment. Quantunaut is on the back of his shell.
MO: Ouch.
Q: I hate being right.
Page 7
Panel 1
In the passenger compartment, NPMW starts to get out of the wreckage of toppled chairs and fallen ceiling tiles.
N: Shit. Did we just run into something? Again? Edmund, are you okay?
Panel 2
Camera pulls out. NPMW looks around herself
N: Edmund? Edmund, where are you?
Panel 3
Camera far away. NPMW stands alone in the dark.
N: Edmund?
Panel 4
Edmund crawls upwards through the corridors of the damaged ship.
Pn5
He opens a hatch at the end of a hallway.
Pn6
Future Boy looks out the opening (camera pointed at his face)
F: Whoa.
Page 8
Panel 1
A future plain lies in front of him, with anatomically correct dinosaurs everywhere (sorry kids, it’s not the sixties anymore).
F: Ah… guys... we’ve got a lizard problem.
Panel 2
NPMW storms into Quantunaut’s Control Room. Quantunaut is reading what few screens work.
N: Quantunaut! Edmond’s gone!
Q: We’ve got bigger problems. Besides, he’s the only large mammal on the continent. We won’t have trouble finding him.
Panel 3
Close up on Quantunaut reading the display screens as NPMW looks over his shoulder.
N: What do you mean?
Q: From the looks of the chronoscanners, we’re somewhere in the mid-Jurassic. Roughly 150 million years ago…
To be continued…
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