Opening Image: The Kings Guardian group leads him away from the others who are distracted mourning the loss of He’h.
Theme Stated: Reconstruction: “Do we have a medical synthesizer back at camp?” Asks the King. “Of course responds,” the nearest trooper.
Set-up: They get back to camp and he asks for the man who answered him to come into his tent with the synthesizer. As he enters, a laser beam flashes out and he cuts him down at the ankle. He screams, clutching his stumped legs. “Crawl over here and bring those to me. I need them more than you do. I’ll build you a golden chariot for your sacrifice,” offers the King.
Catalyst: The trooper quickly weighs his options and does as he is told. Once done, the king says “Get out of my sight.” As he turns to leave the King shoots him through the heart. “Fool, as though anyone else deserves a great chariot than I,” says the King to himself. He begins working his new legs onto his body.
Debate: Outside the remaining troops see the two flashes and hear the body of their friend Jonas drop to the floor. They begin to talk of what to do with their predicament.
Break into Two: Half the group chooses to abandon the king while he is unwell. Those loyal to the King begin firing wildly into those that are fleeing taking down some but not all of them. The kings numbers dwindle.
B Story: Homnie plants (slams) his Cane into the center of the field and the flowers being to sway towards the center of where the cane is located, only to start wishing away as He’h is reformed as a new form calling himself “He’thol. “It must be some form of ‘Tol accepting my obstruction of him,”
Fun and Games: The king walks out of their tent and finds the group half missing and the bodies laying on the floor.
Midpoint: “Let’s go round us up some traitors,” They yell. And the group cheers.
Bad Guys Close in: The ones that were able to escape hide in a cave not far from the camp, but as far as they could get on foot. Only one or two were able to make it away in vehicles and they were blown up as they attempted to escape.
All is Lost: Laughing echoes into the cave. All too familiar.
Dark Night of the Soul: Those that hear the laughing begin to scream, as the armed troopers close in. Looks of terror blanket their eyes.
Break into Three: Rapid laser fire is seen lighting a dark cave. But not showing contact with the bodies.
Finale: The troopers that cleared the cave come out and let the Tunnel King that they were successful. “That was all of them,” says the trooper.
Final Image: “Good. Let’s get to the citadel. The council have much to answer for,” says the King, holding a radioactive canister.
So I learned years ago you can base almost anything on any object and get a sci-fi look.
So I chose the M.U.T. Multitool that I was given by a friend of my fathers after he died. It had been used to defuse I.E.D.s in Afghanistan so I though I would base the pilot’s ship around it. This is just a basic idea so revisions will come but I’ve been aching to try Clip Studio Paint all day.
Then I tried a pen out in the application and of course had to try animating it in flight. I’m still a beginner animator but figuring that out was a lot of fun.
I know it’s moving too quickly and jaggedly so four out of eight frames should have been for smoothing it’s motion or perhaps all eight in one loop but I got excited.
1. Opening Image: Split shot of 2nd in charge (Nettle?) closing in on the group. Shooting up at them. Travis moving out of the way just in time.
2. Theme Stated: Tactics: Losing the group for a split second by flying over a gorge.
3. Set-up: Nettle firing hooks on ropes (have an actual name-can’t quite remember what it is at the moment.) up at the plane but falling short. Her throwing one of her men down the gorge to go get them. He holds on for dear life as he’s pulled up by the others from the roped ends. The hooks digging into his arms. Nettles a bit of a sadist.
4. Catalyst: The Plane breaks down. Turns out the back engine that keeps them flying forward is shot out. “They must have got us.” Says Travis. He performs a crash landing.
5. Debate: Do we stay here and fortify our position or move on foot most likely to be caught? Asks the protagonist. She puts it up to a vote. They choose to stay and fight before being captured to see if they can take some of them.
6. Break into Two: Abigail and He’h fortify the ship by pulling metal sheets off the exterior and building blast shields out of them around the openings on the ship so that guns may be fired through though people don’t have to pop their bodies over the reinforcement. Travis, Homnie and the Protagonist search the plane for emergency flares and guns finding a hunting laser rifle which is given to Homnie. And a flare gun with an explosive load to the protagonist. “If we all fall and they close in don’t let them get you, got it,” offers Homnie. He’h scowls imperceptibly.
7. B-Story: Back at Sector 6 the Bandit King finds that poison sticks to whatever it has fallen to. His mercenaries pull their masks off and kick up dust hollering that they did it and are starting to pillage when the dust cloud covers a group of them and they’re left choking and gasping for air on the ground scratching at their throats. “Perhaps too effective,” he remarks. “Good enough for the citadel though,” he thinks to himself.
8. Fun and Games: Nettle and her cronies arrive and encircle the group and lay down heavy fire. Homnie is able to down three of them in quick succession. He’h is unable to act until shots fly over the protagonists head and then he too takes out two more with laser vision.
9. Midpoint: Nettle tosses a grenade into the center of the center of the planes opening from higher ground.
10. Bad Guys Close In: The group barely escape with their lives. The plane is utterly destroyed and they are covered in melted shrapnel and signed clothing.
11. All is Lost: “You’ve lost. Come with me now, or I’ll cut you down and take the pieces with me to prove that I got you.” Offers Nettle. Abigail sighs and moves towards her first.
12: Dark Night of the Soul: Nettle holds out a hand for her, and a blade flashes from her wrist and Abigails head is removed from her body. The protagonist yells out. “He’h looks at her sadly,” There is nothing I can do once the spine is severed without advanced medical equipment. I do not have the power within me.” Homnie and Travis and He’h surround the protagonist and inch forward towards Nettle and her remaining cronies.
13. Break into three (solution): As they get near enough to be nearly eye to eye the protagonist lifts the flare gun and fires it directly into Nettles chest, causing a massive explosion and instantly vaporizing her and most of her cronies. The remaining are more remains than anything.
14. Finale: They bury Abigail and leave a makeshift laser charred burial signal for her.
15. Final Image: They board Nettles transportation (Did I Figure that out yet. Will have to look into it. Definitely land based with huge harpoons on the front and rear of the vehicle. They move on towards the citadel.
So we know that the acolyte goes to the statue and offers their vigil to the memory of the man the statue represents. Then she goes to the ships bar, if only to blend in as she doesn’t drink herself, where behind them a massive dead planet (Trantor?–the center of the universe) is pulled to it’s demise and she says to her glass “It all ends at Trantor ( or something similar about the center of the universe.).
She makes her way back to her bunk bed/ sleeping quarters which happens to be a large wall of rooms which are opened by keycards which she swipes to gain entry to her own suite. She’s masquarading as an artist and her art hangs from the walls of the suite and is mathematical in nature.
As she comes to the table there is a letter left on the “faux wooden” table which she opens. The note reads something menacing about people knowing who she is. A cold sweat breaks across her body as the corners of the letter smolder and ignite and she’s left holding a fistful of ash.
“So they’re not entirely outdated in their approach.” She takes the ash and pours it down the toilet of the and flushes it. Above shot of it swirling away.
[Creators note] I feel that Asimov’s characters on the whole are, while not passive as they believe in a the greater plan, are not actively aggressive. I want to change that a little bit to give my character a bit of a bite/edge to her.
She rests against her bed, sitting. Not lying down, and falls into a semi sleep state.
The next day: We see a shot of the ship and how truly massive it is compared to their objects in space. They are semi planet sized to carry enough terra forming materials and peoples around the galaxies. They use photon entanglement to send transmissions to each other across vast distances.
The ship is broken up into townships that will each be their own colony town upon landing. Most are made up of different economic classes, but some are of mixed castes so that there is a more diverse perspective during the initial phases of building. “It takes all kinds isn’t a motto most ignore when doing this work.”
Each township has a governing board and mayor that have varying level of corrupt nature as most politicians would do on any planet. Some are not above trading goods or services to the lower castes to move them up in the ships ranking so they get a better domicile or what have you.
Our protagonist decides to meet up with the other town ships local acolytes and see what they think she should do. The nearest is a female sculptor who was the one responsible for placing the statue in the forest of each of the townships parks in the first place.
“Handy work there Abigail” which is of course not her real name. In fact she didn’t know her true name, as she assumed Abigail didn’t know hers. It just wasn’t done to save lives of those collected by the galactic governmental police.
Abby stops what she is doing, working with a laser to etch a plaque for the mayor who may have warranted his own statue for his town ship. The corruption was deeply rooted and you either played with it or were destroyed by it, at least until the great plan was taken into action and the corruption could be weeded out.
Abby’s suggestion is to go to the third district and see the mayor there, one of the governing boards members able to allocate funding for the Asmovian needs discretely, as most assumed the bribes he took went into his own coffers and not for altruistic matters. “Go see Mayor Stevens, he’ll have a broader view than I do on how to handle the situation. It is not part of my plan’s allowance to help you with much, I’m afraid to say.” Says Abbey. The protagonist thanks her, smiles warmly, and heads out. She turns back at the door as it opens, resting her arm on the door frame: No you’ve done more than I could have hoped for. I just hope there’s something that can be done to root them out before we land, or I’ll be worrying about them the entire time I’m setting up my part of the plan.” Abbey nods gruffly, while lowering a blast shield over her eyes and going back to the laser etching she was working before.
Upon gathering up the needed money to bribe the receptionist, everyone gets their cut, she moves up to the third district—much the same as the others yet imperceptively cleaner than some others, as though the metal walls repelled dust on their own.
She makes it to the mayors office and meets the receptionist. She hands her a voucher for 250 credits and asks for a meeting with Mayor Stevens. “What is this about?” asks the receptionist. “I need to ask him about if he wants shipments of my paintings for his domiciles. Something soothing yet enjoyable.” She says. The receptionist nods, as many come looking to have their wares in his stead. “Go have a seat and I’ll buzz you through once he’s available.” Says the receptionist. She thanks her and goes and sits under a large painting, one that just happens to be hers from a early time period.
The light over his office door flickers and goes out and a buzzer goes off faintly. “You can go in now.” Says the receptionist. She thanks her and heads into the spacious office. Gleaming metal from most angles meet her, and a desk of real wood and metal separate her from Stevens and herself.
He’s a man in his late 40’s, jolly. Reddish cheeks, not from drinking, but from living through his life as directed by the second foundations wishes work load. A hard life, but enjoyable enough.
How may I help you? He asks with a knowing look. The protagonist grimaces. “Someone knows about us. I don’t know who yet, but I fear for our movements down below once we get planetside.” He waves her away, motioning to a leather seat formed likely by one of his connections, as leathers of most types were quite rare of a commodity in the outer reaches. She sat. The seat made no effort to stop her, enveloping her comfortably as she rested within it’s hold.
There is always someone trying to break up the plan dear, says Mayor Stevens. It is best to lie in wait and let them make a mistake than to alert them that you know you’re being watched and fumble. Go about your business and if you get more messages let me know, and I will sort them out for you, put out my feelers as such—which little resources I have. Until then act as though nothing is wrong or you’re going to draw suspicion to yourself and others. “That’s it?” She asked. Stevens nodded and smiled. That’s the best we can do with the current amount of information we have.
He bid her farewell and shuffled her out the door. I have much to do, I’m sorry we couldn’t talk more on this. The door buzzed and closed behind her leaving our protagonist rather dumbstruck.
“Did you get what you needed?” Asked the receptionist? After a momentary lapse she nodded. “More than I could have hoped for.” The receptionist smiled and the protagonist left the office, heading once again to her domicile.
Inside Mayor Stevens office an eyeless recording device blinked twice, signaling that it required responding to. “You see that?” She’s starting to trust in us over other people. A good sign I think. Keep an eye on her and we’ll see how well she does with this test before we land, shall we?” He shuffled some papers, and the staring eye blinked twice, slid into the wall, and what was once something barely noticeable became smooth metal.
Being an Asmovian is clearly a visual story telling endeavor.
I figured it would be a novel but then I kept seeing her face as she bent down to wish her blessings on the statue. Now I can’t unsee it.
So I’ve come up with the information for the first 15 panels so far. Shots. Dialogue. Nothing too fancy. Perhaps a page or few at most. But I want to test it out and see how well I do with it.
I need to figure out a name for the heroine–or to leave her nameless as the folks of the second foundation do not use their real names in public, until I absolutely have to give her one.
I have an iPad sitting here with Clip Studio Paint and I could get it started as we speak but I want to use my Wacom, and it’s airbrush which I get tomorrow because while I’ve had it for a while I didn’t do much with it other than the first attempt at a comic.
I think I’ll try the Loomis method of head drawing since I’ve only done front on portraiture up until this point with sharpies and digital pieces.
I’m thinking she’s on a planetary level cruiser moving millions of beings to a new planet as the foundling foundation member for that outpost. She’s already posing as a well to do artist with the intent to put up the next marker for the travelers that come to pass as set up per the foundations wishes. But she’s just come back to her bunk after watching Trantor collide with its sun and go super nova (I need to check the physics of this to be true or not, instead of what I want it to be) and found a note that says “we know” on it before it spontaneously combusted.
So there’s an enemy there somewhere on the ship, and she had no idea who it is or what their motives are. Or if they’re even enemies at all.
Through out the story she’ll meet people who, as the multi disciplinary scientists, set up the terraforming–a word long lost to antiquity but used nonetheless. Robots do the heavy lifting, even if they are sentient they have come to have a statute of rights about their livelihoods that allows them to coexists with this current generation of humans. As she meets these people I’ll explain how they could be used in our current formation to fight climate change if at all possible. Some of it may be sci-fi, some of it hard science.
So far these are some of the designs/machinations I’ve come up to tinker with throughout the story in my past year of study:
I. Generators. Townsend Atom-level Generators T.A.G.s
II. Vertical Farms. The basic. The improved. The most abundant.
III. Coastal Erasure – attempts at informing the public/U.N. What can be done. Planning Accordingly.
IV. Light Based computers using crystal lattices as mathematical operators. LIGO Method.
V. Creating a white hole using T.A.G.s. and Electron density Fields.
VI. Bending Black holes using heavy atoms within the confines of White Holes.
VII. Clearing off negatively charged dirty Solar Panels using Electrons subsinks.
VIII. The Efficiency Play.
IX. Destroying Cancer Cells with a T.A.G. powered system.
X. Direct to brain chemical interface using Biomedical Stent.
XI. Healing Scar Tissue JRE 945
XII. Picometer Tunneling Scanning Microscope.
XIII. Spinal Nerve Damage Repair/Circumvention using dual synced Pulse rates.
XIV. Dimpling and Pimpling Silicon to get any shape needed for production methods using N/P Type Doping.
XV. Fighting Asthma with a carbon based mask.
XVI. Carbon Inverted Heat Condensor.
XVII. Artifical Synapses/Electrolytes First Gen Electron. Second Gen Light-based.
XVIII. Using Below Freezing Carbon (expansive) for near any element printing. To set up the Wave
XIX. Diffusing peripheral vision to shorten the distance and thickness of goggles or eye wear to be glasses level thin for ar uses. For those that don’t want to implant directly due to government overreach.
XX. Enriching Graphene to become closer to pure pco. (Denser.)
XXI. Traveling near light speed using compressed black and white hole combinations using expressed atoms to allow compression in spaces vacuum.
Perhaps her goal is to stay there for a decade or few and see that everything turns out to Seldon’s plan. Then she moves onto the next planet going at light speed.
I’m not too sure yet. More to think about while I work. But I’ve written pages on each of these subjects, done diagrams, stored diagrams mentally, and I think this may be an interesting way to disseminate information into the public, if I can make the comics well drawn enough and pretty enough to keep people interested with some action. Perhaps an attack/disaster befalls the fledgling colony.