Today on Quantum Vibe: The take-over Strip 1667 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Mon 2017-08-28
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.
QV on a short break [ Jul 15, 2026 ]
QUANTUM VIVE is taking a break for a few weeks, as we prepare for Part 2 of the Novo Palermo story, and also for a Kickstarter campaign for Part 1, which will start in September.
In the meantime, Not-Safe.Space will continue, as a murder mystery begins and the relationship between Eithne and Diana develops in unexpected directions.
Not-Safe.Space is a NSFW strip but more than half the pages are SFW so I've set those to *not* require a Patreon membership. Readers should be able to follow the story without seeing the NSFW pages. If I've done this right.
Panel 1
Murphy, Hugo and Theo continue walking down a corridor.
Hugo: But how did you end up allied with the Cush?
Theo: Allied? Oh my good fellow, this is not an alliance.
Theo: It was a take-over.
Panel 2
Close-up of Hugo1's head inside the box.
Caption (Theo): 'At first I had given in to despair, and my mind entered a fugue state.'
Caption: 'I had little sense of the passage of time, as my captors made their way towards the spinward frontier of Brennir space.'
Panel 3
In the foreground, Hugo1's face expressing surprise. In the dark background, we see a CUSH ship.
Caption: 'Finally, there was a sudden cacophony of alarms as we were confronted by a large Cush vessel.
Caption: 'It grabbed our vessel in a tractor-beam as it began systematically dismantling us and capturing crewmembers to 'assimilate' them.'