And here we are back with General Scavina Nelson, Carl, and Vangarthue. Last time, I promise. If you’d like to read their storyline from this chapter all in a row, start on p.225, read four pages, and then jump to p.237 and read the next four pages. For more on Carl and the Hiawatha, start on p.161 and read the next 15 or so pages.
Galaxion readers have been showing off their colouring talents with the Fusella, Queen of Hearts Colouring Fun! You can see the ones that have been submitted so far in the gallery. There’s still time to join in– send in your own picture and (whether or not you choose to have me post it in the gallery) you’ll get a postcard from me with my own version of Fusella in colour!
What? He can speak English with a parallel line border accent?
The inner speech bubble is Carl’s translation even though it’s not being emphasized as such. Looking back at the previous strips, the tail connecting the inner bubble to Carl has gradually been removed.
Yes, that’s what’s happening. I decided I could leave it out as an unnecessary distraction once the pattern was established, at least when Carl’s not in the same frame. But as with many other things, it’s easier to notice and remember that pattern when you read the whole chapter at once, rather than once-a-week. Having said that, though, the extra translator’s bubble tail (?) does actually make a reappearance on next week’s page.
Huh… that’s a detail I don’t remember about Vanguarthe…
Speaking of him: Tara… did you just misspell the name of one of your own characters??
I may yet join in the coloring fun, but I’m sure I don’t have the talent to outdo Jules Rivera’s entry…
I certainly have no claims to artistic talent and I just used Paint, but now I get a postcard! Real mail!
Er… yes. *blush* I always have to look up where I’m supposed to put the razza-frazzin “u” in his name, and yesterday when I loaded the page I was in a rush and didn’t get a chance to check it. As long as I get it right in the comic, I suppose I’m OK…
You’re on quite the editing spree today, aren’t you, Insectoid? Ha.
And don’t let me scare you away from joining in on the Fusella coloring fun. It’s not about outdoing anyone. It’s about paying homage to the captain/queen/lady of the comic.
The General isn’t listening. She doesn’t want what they’re telling her to be true.
In Scavina’s defense, I don’t think Vanguarthe or Carl have yet explained *why* the Hiawatha’s crew is lost. And to do that, they’ll need to explain how the Miesti control people.
Although… Carl said that Jeff “never returned”. It occurs to me that “never returned” does not necessarily mean “converted by the Miesti”. And *now* I’m wondering about that mystery voice Aria heard in the corridors…
Heart of Darkness! I’m calling it! Jeff is the Lord of the Miesti and his own wife will have to fight him!
Yes. Who are those guys? If there were rocks to turn over for clues I’d try that.
It might take 2 or 3 weeks to return to Aria at the foot of the stairs.
And their failure to explain any of this doesn’t work.
Lacking any real scientific staffing they might not know how the Miesti do that, but they should be very impressed and afraid of what they can do.
Yee-haw! Now if only the survey contact team were in their normal, meaning tightly sealed, garments.
Heh, what they are both failing to realize about Scavina is that failing to tell truth, or even omissions will turn her against you. She has always struck me as the type where you lay everything on the table and than thrash out a decision. Hopefully she will point out to V that their collective angst about their loved ones makes them less able to think objectively, and they may need to look at other options to find facts, even if they can’t hope to find truth.
Knows what to do, hmmm. Seems like what they’ve been doing is huddling in the tunnels, getting picked off here and there. Slowly getting wiped as they do nothing to curb the invaders. Sounds like death by a thousand cuts to me. Hiding and hoping to be overlooked is kinda like being dead and just waiting to be buried.
I think you mean “buried and just waiting to be dead.”