Just came across some old files I didn’t know I still had. It’s from a few years ago on the forum when I set myself a challenge called “Lunchtime Comics”. On a rainy lunchtime, I would sit in front of a blank screen and start writing the script for whatever came into my head, writing for an hour and stopping, finished or not, and posting that first unedited draft.
So I’ll repost a few. No idea what order I actually wrote them in, but this one is in the earliest dated file (April 2010).
VETERAN COSMIC ROCKER
Big panel showing a battle field. Two groups of warring
humanoids are mowing each other down with energy weapons.
Note all narrative “captions” should be framed in a box that
makes it look like we’re reading the screen of a data pad or something.
CAPTION: Planet Tomahh IV. Revolutionary forces of the Free
Republicans against mercenaries of the Democrat Bloc. Third day of fighting.
A space ship descends over the centre of the battlefield.
It’s big and chunky and businesslike. Fusion exhaust from its landing jets are
indiscriminately annihilating troops on both sides. It’s not a huge ship, just
something that could carry a handful of men. Distinctively marked on the side
in block lettering is the logo “R.O.C.”
CAPTION: R.O.C.: Retribution-Oversight-Control. The
peacekeeping division of the Confederated Colonies.
The ship is grounded. Soldiers stop fighting and stare at
it. With a cloud of expelled steam, a hatch cracks open and begins to lower.
The hatch has fully descended and forms a ramp to the
ground. On the ramp is a single figure. This is our titular character: the
ROCKER. He’s wearing chunky armour, as businesslike as his ship, with big
chunky shoulder pads, knee pads, etc. He wears no helmet, allowing us the see
that he’s pretty old (hence “veteran”) with receding long grey hair pulled back
into a ponytail. He wears red wraparound shades and a scar runs vertically (or
nearly) over one eye, visible both above and below the shades. He has a big
hi-tech gun cradled in his arms and an even bigger gun slung over his back. Yet
another gun, a pistol is strapped to one thigh and a big combat knife is
strapped to another. He will have other bits of equipment in on his belt and on
the cross-straps on his chest. Grenades, extra ammo, stuff like that. The
“R.O.C.” logo is prominent in some suitable place on his armour (maybe on a
RANDOM ALIEN SOLDIER: gasp A rocker!
CAPTION: “Rocker”: colloquial; an agent of R.O.C. division.
The Rocker is striding down the ramp and firing energy bolts
indiscriminately into the massed soldiers, killing those on both sides.
CAPTION: Steinway Industries 2.5MJ Pulse Cannon.
RANDOM SOLDIERS: Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
RANDOM SOLDIERS: Aaaaaaaaa!
The rocker is striding through the soldiers. Some are firing
back at him but their shots are being deflected by his armour. Oddly, though
his head is bare nobody is firing at that. (You have to suspend your disbelief
to allow the visuals to be more dramatic.)
The soldiers part to reveal an armoured vehicle, a hovering
tank with a massive gun traversing round to aim at the Rocker.
CAPTION: Heavy Fighting Vehicle, “Metal” class.
Rocker dives and rolls as the tank fires, the pulse of
energy passing over his head and annihilating a group of soldiers behind him.
(Yes, it’s meant to be ridiculous.)
On his knees, the Rocker has taken the massive gun off his
back and blasts at the tank, a beam of energy that slices right through its
CAPTION: Gibson Maser Cannon Model IX.
The Rocker walks away from the tank as it explodes behind
him. As he goes, he smashes the butt of the Gibson Maser Cannon into the face
of a convenient soldier.
The Rocker reaches a low concrete bunker.
Close up of the Rocker’s head showing his cool wrap-around
CAPTION: Sensor Head-up Ambient Display Enhancement System.
A “SHADES view” of the bunker (the panel shaped to mirror
the profile of the shades). We can see “x-ray” outlines of two men inside. Data
scrolls down the side of the display as follows:
COMPOSITION: 200mm FERROCONCRETE
RECOMMENDATION: PYRO CHARGE
Close-up of the Rocker taking a small square block out of a
pouch on his bandolier.
The Rocker slaps the block onto the wall of the bunker,
where it sticks.
CAPTION: “Pyro”: Pyroclastic thermite explosive charge
The Rocker turns his back on the bunker and shields his head
as the charge explodes spectacularly.
The bunker has a neat hole blasted in the side.
The Rocker enters the bunker. Two humanoid aliens are here.
One cowers by some equipment, the other confronts the Rocker. This one is
dressed in some impressive dress uniform decorated with campaign ribbons, etc.
(We’ll label his captions as “General”.)
A “SHADES view” of the General, showing his face next to a
“mug shot” and the scrolling text displays:
GENERAL BRAN LUPO
The Rocker has drawn his pistol and is aiming at the
ROCKER: General Bran Lupo, under the authority of
Retribution-Oversight-Control, I am arresting you for war crimes and taking you
to stand trial on Nuveau Hague.
CAPTION: Nuveau Hague: Centre of justice for the
The General tries to bluster his way out.
GENERAL: I do not recognise the authority of the
Confederated Colonies! Tomahh IV.is seceding–
The Rocker fires his pistol. The General is surrounded in a
lightning-filled bubble (like those glass discharge globes).
CAPTION: Neural stun charge. Colloquially: “AMP”.
The Rocker has the General slung over his shoulder and is
walking back out of the bunker.