Today on Quantum Vibe: Rime ror rrezooka Strip 1443 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Fri 2016-10-07
Story & Art: Scott Bieser - Colors: Lea Jean Badelles Sci-Fi Adventure Monday & Thursday.
To boldly go where no manic pixie dream girl has gone before.
Quantum Vibe
A thousand years in the future, humanity has colonized worlds in nearly
100 galaxies, thanks to Quantum Vibremonic technologies developed five
centuries earlier. Other new technologies have created various
off-shoots of humanity and extended life expectancies five-fold. The
story begins with how a mad scientist and his plucky assistant, along
with their robot friend, brought humanity to the stars, and continues
with the adventures of some unique people in fantastic places.
Panel 1
Eithne and Spike are moving through a doorway, firing and ducking shots. Eithne has a shield on her left arm. Spike shoots blasts from his ears, and crouches low to avoid return fire.
SFX: ZARK!! ZARK!! ZARK!!
SFX: ZOWW!! ZOWW!! ZOWW!!
Eithne: This is no good, Spike, we're getting bogged down!
Spike: Rime ror rrezuka?
Panel 2
Eithne is now holding a bazooka over her shoulder.
Eithne: I thought you'd never ask.
Eithne: Fire in the hole!
Panel 3
Reverse view as Eithne fires. A huge blast emits from Spike's butt, causing an explosion at the target with shrapnel and enemy body-parts flying in all directions..
SFX (near Spike): Fwash!
SFX (across wall where Spike's butt is pointed): Ba-WOOOM!!
Panel 4
As Eithne puts Spike aside, Murphy suddenly appears right in front of her.
Eithne: Gaaa!
Murphy: You are needed in the control room. We're jumping in two minutes.
Panel 5
A blaster shot from Eithne's two o'clock catches her square in the chest.
SFX: ZOWW!!
Eithne: Aauugh!
Panel 6
As Murphy turns to walk away, she starts to vanish, proving that she's just an image in this scene. Eithne is laying in a heap on the ground, as Spike crouches beside her, anguished.
Murphy: I can't believe you waste your time on a stupid game like this.
Murphy: That airstrike you called in killed the hostages, anyway.
Spike: {Whi-i-i-ine!}
Eithne (weakly): Cunt.