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| Writer(s): | Michael Kirkbride | ||
| Publication Date: | 17 January 2014 | ||
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This the second published (fourth chronologically) comic in Michael Kirkbride's C0DA project and a prelude to the final C0DA comic that was published a few months later.
The script has only been partially published. Only pages 1-2 and 4-8 appear to be complete.
ISSUE 1 of 1
by Michael Kirkbride
PAGE 1
THERE IS A FOURTH KIND OF PHILOSOPHY THAT USES NOTHING BUT DISBELIEF
NUMIDIUM IN RANGE!
PAGE 2
SPLASH: As Page 1, but pixelated and distorted into a mess of color. Chatter ERUPTS from radios, tokboxes, mirror-makes, and the dreaming sense-net that covers the launch era's perimeter.
Shunting Ghost Choir 9 is fail. Repeat: GC9 is vaped. Dracatastrophe in seventeen negaseconds--
THALM[OR] MIRROR-MAKES ARE UP. BLESS US OUR BENDS.
NVN Ziggurwraith Never Here In the First Place, its world-refusals have negated negation. Sensineers recommend that you do not sleeve. Repeat--
Refugees, remain calm/alm/alm--
NUMIDIUM OUT OF RANGE! WHAT IS IT--
Acknowledge receipt of message, SMIS Zero Method Zero, but my orders stand. NVN Ziggurwraith Never Here In the First Place is sleeving for Mundus Redundant.
Attack formation and dreamshields double-front. We're going in, people. Watch your 10th-Era descendents show you how it's--
SWARM-HUNTERS NO LONGER REGISTER IN MEMORY. FUCK.
PAGE 4
...
PIC 2: As Pic 1, but a khajiit has tripped up in the scramble. Thalmor Soldier 2 moves to help him up.
The Armigers cannot join them. The Alma has rerouted them to the fundamengines.
Oof
Take my hand, kinsmer. Back on your feet. We're almost go for launch and we're leaving no one behind.
PIC 3: As Pics 1 and 2, but all Thalmor soldiers have vanished into pixel scratch. The khajiit refugee looks on in fear at the one that helped him.
W-what just..?
NUMIDIUM BOMBARDMENT: ANCESTROSCYTHE: ALTMERI.
We've been breached!
PAGE 5
PIC 1: We're looking upwards as the ceiling to the corridor smashes open, stone debris falling towards the refugees and the guards in a star of smoke.
SFX: DUUMM!
GET DOWN!
PIC 2: The smoke fades into open sky, jagged at the edges with broken stone. The gigantic form of Numidium looks down at all of us, death-by-erasure in its eyes.
PAGE 6
PIC 1: As Page 4, inside the Wonderweir corridor, figures dark in the rising dust and the shadow of Numidium above. Cracked stone debris is everywhere. Steam shoots dust-swirls into the scene from busted brass pipes.
Indoril S-selmeth koff to Wonderweir Actual: launch. We c-cannot--
PIC 2: As Pic 1, but sunlight bursts through. The Indoril Soldier is being helped up by a few refugees now. A booming voice comes from the other side of the breach above them.
BELAY THAT, ACTUAL. WAIT FOR EVERYONE. I'LL TAKE THE NUMIDIUM.
PIC 3: All present look to the source of the voice.
There are two of them now?!?
The Sharmat? Akula--
No, the Nerevarine!
HORTATOR.
PAGE 7
PIC 1: Through the breach, the gigantic form of Akulakhan looks down at all of us, unreadable hope in its eyes. Its third eye is open, with the barely discernable head of the Nerevarine serving as its pilot, the gender and race either indistinct or, if you prefer to render it this way: simply just "quantum-vibrating" too fast to tell.
STAND DOWN, MY SWEET NUMIDIUM, OR I SWEAR BY THE FIFTENN-AND-ONE GOLDEN TONES I WILL KILL YOU AND ALL YOUR PEOPLE.
PIC 2: Inside the corridor, the refugees begin to run off-camera.
WE HAVE THE PAUSE WE NEED. THANK YOU, LORD NEREVAR. LAUNCHING IN 5. 4. 3. 2.
PAGE 8
SPLASH: As Page 1, as the tip of the Wonderweir takes lift off into the heavens. The two giant demigods are both caught frozen in mid-punch, like kaiju-killers about to pound each other into hell.
GO.