
Starfall Comic page 2
An excerpt from an unfinished comic I wrote and started to draw for Shawntae Howard's "Tales of the Extinctioners" comic but never finished because of various reasons, namely I couldn't draw for sh*t when it came to doing a bunch of panels of a starship. Frustrated, I shelved the comic and never got back to it. Maybe I will get back to it someday and redo a couple of the panels I already drew for the story. I'm rather surprised how well the hanger scene in this page came out. Mahn, shown in the lower corner is of course © of Mr. Howard.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Comics
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 342 x 504px
File Size 41.6 kB
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Since someone asked, here is the script for the page:
REAVER: Why do you ask? Do you have any?
MANBOT: It’s not in my programming. I follow orders, regardless of the consequences, except where it contradicts my core mandates.
REAVER: Hmph. Humans should be so lucky. I just feel… apprehensive about it. Call it a foreboding.
MANBOT: A typical human reaction before undertaking a difficult undertaking, including offensives such as this one.
REAVER (raised eyebrow): Since when did a robot became an expert in human feelings?
MANBOT: We are programmed in psychology for use in the field to predict an opponent’s behavior and for interrogation.
REAVER: Of course you are.
Wide shot shows the window of the observation booth and the hanger below where heavy assault robots and tanks are being paraded.
REAVER: I need to get to the bridge! Report to your station CS-176.
REAVER: [I haven’t felt like this since the Hong Kong operation. Considering what a massacre that was, this does not brood well. The rest don’t know what war was truly like. I’m just a forgotten relic of the Resource Wars, kept alive in suspension until they need me to train their pets. Just like Mahn, I suppose, except he has his replicants and decoys. ]
Glances at Mahn sitting on the auxiliary bridge. [By all rights we should both be buried and forgotten, but then there are those who say the same of the human race. It is for the survival of our species, the will to refuse to roll over and die, is all that keeps us both alive after years of pollution, famine, war, and plague. ]
REAVER: Why do you ask? Do you have any?
MANBOT: It’s not in my programming. I follow orders, regardless of the consequences, except where it contradicts my core mandates.
REAVER: Hmph. Humans should be so lucky. I just feel… apprehensive about it. Call it a foreboding.
MANBOT: A typical human reaction before undertaking a difficult undertaking, including offensives such as this one.
REAVER (raised eyebrow): Since when did a robot became an expert in human feelings?
MANBOT: We are programmed in psychology for use in the field to predict an opponent’s behavior and for interrogation.
REAVER: Of course you are.
Wide shot shows the window of the observation booth and the hanger below where heavy assault robots and tanks are being paraded.
REAVER: I need to get to the bridge! Report to your station CS-176.
REAVER: [I haven’t felt like this since the Hong Kong operation. Considering what a massacre that was, this does not brood well. The rest don’t know what war was truly like. I’m just a forgotten relic of the Resource Wars, kept alive in suspension until they need me to train their pets. Just like Mahn, I suppose, except he has his replicants and decoys. ]
Glances at Mahn sitting on the auxiliary bridge. [By all rights we should both be buried and forgotten, but then there are those who say the same of the human race. It is for the survival of our species, the will to refuse to roll over and die, is all that keeps us both alive after years of pollution, famine, war, and plague. ]
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