|Added On:||October 10, 2013 1:33 pm|
|Community Series:||MOTU Classic|
Featuring: Rowdy-Ruff, Banshee, Ark-Hull. [Secondaries; Several Patrons, Bartender.]
Writer: Screampool2009. Artist: TBD
Summary: Set a month after Chapter 2-Part 1, this tells the story of how the Defenders of Etheria were formed.
Cont; See Chapter 2, Part 1
Panel#1: [We open at the front door of a tavern miles away from the now-occupied Crystal City]
[Half-Panel, a cloaked stranger walks inside the motley tavern]
Panel#2: [Inside, the bar is a ramshackle, almost medieval place. Refugees from all over Etheria crowd the bar, drowning their sorrows]
Patron#1: Can't believe the City's defense fell that quickly..
Patron#2: Would've thought the guard put up more of a fight.
Panel#3: [cautiously, the stranger walks over to the bartender before sitting on one of the stools]
Stranger: [Speech Bubble] Glass of ale.
Panel#4: [Cautiously, the Bartender (a Lobster creature similar to Clawful) pours the stranger a glass]
[Half-Panel, the Bartender hands the stranger the glass.]
Bartender: [Speech Bubble] You've sure picked the oddest place for a drink, stranger.
Panel#5: [A close-up of the Stranger as he grins beneath a cloak]
Stranger: [Speech Bubble] I don't rightly recall being in the right place, partner.
[Half-Panel, he pulls the glass up to his throat.]
Panel#6 [Suddenly, a loud crash was heard in the corner]
[Half-Panel, we cut to the middle of a barfight]
Drunkard#1: C'mere, you!
Drunkard#2: Dogpile, dogpile!
Panel#7: [five drunkards all dogpile on a small shadowy figure, forfieting elegance for clumsily-executed brute strength. But then...]
[Half-Panel, an armour fist bursts out from the pile of bickering bodies, punching them away]
Panel#8: [All five drunkards are flung at the wall, as if they were ragdolls]
Voice: [Speech Balloon] Alright, creeps!
[Half-Panel, one of the Drunkards tries shaking his head to recover from such a wallop]
Voice: [Speech Balloon] You guys wanna knuckle san'wich?
Panel#9: [We then see who is responsible for starting the fight; a small, green-skinned goblin with large fists and pink ponytails, who is posed flexing her arm like Rosie The Riveter]
Rowdy-Ruff: Than that's what Rowdy-Ruff is gonna put on th' menu!
Panel#10: [All of a sudden, Rowdy-Ruff freezes in place as she hears gunfire]
Voice: [Speech Balloon] I reckon that's enough for t'day...
Panel#11: [The stranger's left hand reveals to be an arm-mounted machine gun, still smoking as the stranger pulls away his hood to reveal Ark-Hull]
Ark-Hull: [Speech Bubble] So how's about wrapping it up afore things get really noisy in here? Hmm?
Panel#12 [In a demonstration of childish irritation, Rowdy-Ruff walks up to Ark-Hull, flexing her muscles]
Rowdy-Ruff: [Speech Bubble] You got a lotta noive, pal. Stickin' ya beak into somethin' that don' concern ya...
Panel#13: [Suddenly, the Bar Door bursts open, revealing some unwanted guests; A squadron of Soldiers of Greyskull, Snort and Magmus]
Snort: [Grins whilst baring his claws] Oh goody, oh goody. More uncooperatin' joiks t' round up.
Magmus: [Speech Bubble in a monotone manner] Cork it, greaselips. Th' Cap'n wants anyone from the Crystal City rounded up, bagged and gassed.
[Half-Panel, Snort glares at Magmus]
Snort: [Speech Bubble] Who yous callin greaselips, ya walkin' Quarry?
Panel#14 [Magmus nods to one of the Soldiers of Greyskull, signalling them to tag and bag the patrons.]
[Half-Panel, but just before the mechanical drones could lay a servo on a single drunkard...]
Panel#15 [Ark-Hull shoots one of them down in a mid-shot panel, before aiming the gun at Snort]
Ark-Hull: [Speech Bubble] *tsk* *tsk* S'bad manners to burst in without an invitation.
Panel#16: [Suddenly, Magmus grabs Ark-Hull's right arm before slowly twisting it, showing no signs of anger]
Magmus: [Speech Bubble] Perhaps you don't understand the situation, fleshie.
[Half-Panel, Ark-Hull is thrown onto the ground]
Magmus: [Speech Bubble] When Skeletor tells you t' jump, you say...
Panel#17 [Magmus suddenly turns around when he hears Rowdy-Ruff shouting]
Rowdy-Ruff: [Speech Balloon] Drop an' gimme zero, rock-boy!
[Half-Panel, Rowdy-Ruff knocks Magmus cold with a single punch. ]
Panel#18: [As Magmus falls to the floor, Snort tries to pounce on Rowdy-Ruff]
Snort: [Speech Balloon] You liddle creep, I'll..
Panel#19: [A single punch from a now-recovered Ark-Hull cannons Snort into a crowd of Soldiers of Greyskull]
Panel#20: [In a sign of reluctant comraderie, Rowdy-Ruff hurriedly carries Ark-Hull out of the Bar]
Rowdy-Ruff: [Speech Balloon] You save my bacon, I save yours.
Panel#21 [Up in the sky, Kay-La and the others in the Astro-Sub flew over the Forest, watching the devastation as the trees slowly began to wither and die]
Kay-La: [Speech Balloon] Oh no...
Ram Man: [Speech Balloon] I see no signs of pesticides or poison gas, yet the forest is already dropping like flies.
Panel#22: [Kay-La clenches her fist in anger]
Kay-La: [Speech Balloon] Why those low-down, no good...
Air-Bag: [Speech Balloon] Look! Down there!
Panel#23: [through an eagle-eye view of the forest, we see Rowdy-Ruff carrying Ark-Hull as the Soldiers of Greyskull fire lasers at them]
Panel#24: [At a close-up view, Rowdy-Ruff trips over a rotting bit of tree debris]
[Half-Panel, we see Rowdy-Ruff's face contorting in horror as the Soldiers of Greyskull begin closing up on her. All seems lost, until...]
Panel#25: [At the nick of time, Kay-La divebombs the Soldiers in the Astro-Sub, scattering them with such a ridiculous stunt]
Panel#26: [Just as the Soldiers are busy recovering, Kay-La opens the cockpit before motioning to Rowdy-Ruff to get inside]
Kay-La: [Speech Balloon] C'mon, git in! Quick!
Panel#27: [Quickly, Rowdy-Ruff jumps into the Astro-Sub cockpit, still carrying an unconscious Ark-Hull]
[Half-Panel, Kay-La quickly blasts off in the Astro-Sub, leaving the Soldiers behind in their dust]
To Be Continued?