Tokiwong
First Post
Wake of the Comet
Splash page of the planet Earth, it is blue and green, and a backdrop of space surrounds it, a bright purple and red object mars the scene, and a shimmering tale follows. Ghenther’s Comet in all of its glory…
The next panel shows a dark street and one lone teen walking alone. A close up of the truck grill before the next panel shows a man sitting at a desk, working paperwork, a juxtaposition of the last scene.
Gordon Aster
Another day doing paperwork, the 15th of July, and the world couldn’t seem more normal. But in all actuality it was anything but normal; at least for Gordon. It was looking to be another dull morning when Professor Gibbons walked in carrying his blue mug. He cracks a smile, “So Gordon, what do you say, you going to be up for a lunch time game of racquetball?”
It was a weekly ritual, David Gibbons invited Gordon out for racquetball, Gordon gets crushed, and David feels just a little bit better about himself. Of course with the loss of his wife three months earlier to a drunk driver, it is the one thing that seems to bring the professor out of his shell.
“Hey guess what, you won’t believe this, that grant I have been pushing for. Man we go it, we can finally get some quality equipment now, and you said it was a long shot. Maybe I got like super powers of persuasion now or something,” he jokes rubbing his balding head.
The next panel shows the truck speeding quickly down the road, and the driver slowly closing his eyes. Until his head falls forward and the truck continues. The teen continues walking, the panel focusing on his face, impassive and looking bored. He was lanky and not all that handsome, just a normal kid in baggy clothes.
The next Panel shows three men sitting around a table with a few old tomes sitting on them. It is evening time, and one of the men is dressed as a Catholic priest, though very handsome. The other is an older man, and the last is Jan Sverak
Jan Sverak
Sidney speaks puffing on his pipe, “Please excuse my manners Jan, I would like you to meet my cousin of Father William Barnibus.”
William smiles, he was a handsome young man, barely into his mid twenties. He hardly looked like the type be a priest but there he was. He speaks to Jan, “I am pleased to meet you, and Sidney exaggerates. I am still finishing up the Seminary, but God willing, I will be a priest one day maybe even a Bishop…” he jokes.
Sidney chortles, “Boy is about as pious as they come, and I suppose he makes up for my short comings.”
William shrugs, “You jest cousin,” he turns to Jan, “I was actually interested in meeting you Jan, I had read about the incident in the Guardian. Very intriguing, bloke, I hope the subject is not too sensitive to talk about.”
Sidney looks to Jan, allowing him to answer.
The next panel shows the truck speed through a red light, causing several vehicles to honk their horns, nearly causing several of them to crash. But it continues unabated, the driver lost in quaint sleep.
The next panel shows a woman in her mid to late twenties with long brown hair. The room is dimly lit as opera plays in the background, and the air is filled with the sweet stench of a cigar…
Frida Freling
Frida is focusing to tune out the noises around her. It is disconcerting to hear the newlyweds across the street go at it again for the third time in four hours, but thankfully her music was drowning out the sound. It is another evening, lost in her thoughts, trying to just make sense of everything that had happened.
Those thoughts mingled with her own need to salvage her business.
The phone rings and surprisingly the number belongs to Fran…
The next panel shows the youth walking before he stumbles over some trash. He nearly face plants but thankfully catches himself. But that does not stop some teens from laughing at his plight. He turns and shrugs, knowing that he was caught when he starts to turn at a sound…
A lonely stretch of road along the PCH where Ford Mustang Convertible is parked. Three teens sitting inside…
Samantha Clayton
“I can’t believe they are going to give that freak his own show,” Todd says sitting in his car with Jennifer his girlfriend and Sam’s friend.
“Hey Miracle Kid is pretty cool, I mean, he can like fly and do cool stuff, he is sort of cute I guess, especially since he can do that cool stuff,” Jennifer says as she drinks some beer.
Todd lights up his joint, “Whatever, he is a freak, I hear those kind of people can like read your minds and stuff, screw that. They are freaks right, Sam?” he says offering her the lit joint.
The splash panel shows the truck smashing through a parked car. Sparks are flying and the grill looks intimidating as it looms large over the youth, who just looks back dumbfounded…
The next scene shows a single construction worker reporting to work, speaking to the foreman…
Jason McCallister
“Hey JC, I want you to handle sector 4, use that strength you got, so I can put some extra guys on Sector 2, you are doing a great job by the way,” the foreman says as he dismisses Jason.
Jason makes his way to area, another lazy morning, as much of the crew just sort of watches him pass not sure what to make of the man. They don’t say much, they don’t even talk to Jason anymore, he is just… alone.
When he gets to the site, he sees a man standing there his arms folded across his chest. He wears a long black trench coat, with shades. He is Caucasian with short cropped dark hair, and a muscled build. Jason recognizes him right away, Major Grant from his days in the active duty Army…
Major Grant speaks as Jason approaches, “Good morning soldier, I got a proposition for you…”
The next panel shows the truck collide with the youth… he glows brilliantly as an explosion rocks the street stunning the bystanders… the blast consumes the next panel.
The next panel shows a man waking up in bed, next to a woman…
Christopher Jones
He woke up next to her. She said she couldn’t make it, and then there she was on his doorstep at three in the morning. Christopher sees the clock and sees that he is already at least an hour late for work… she must have turned off the alarm, so she wouldn’t be bothered.
Kelly stirs, “Morning,” she says not looking at him, “I thought you had to work?”
The next panel shows the youth still glowing as the flames and wreckage give way to his unscathed form… the Miracle Kid is born… and thus begins Elite: Year One living in the wake of the comet…
Splash page of the planet Earth, it is blue and green, and a backdrop of space surrounds it, a bright purple and red object mars the scene, and a shimmering tale follows. Ghenther’s Comet in all of its glory…
The next panel shows a dark street and one lone teen walking alone. A close up of the truck grill before the next panel shows a man sitting at a desk, working paperwork, a juxtaposition of the last scene.
Gordon Aster
Another day doing paperwork, the 15th of July, and the world couldn’t seem more normal. But in all actuality it was anything but normal; at least for Gordon. It was looking to be another dull morning when Professor Gibbons walked in carrying his blue mug. He cracks a smile, “So Gordon, what do you say, you going to be up for a lunch time game of racquetball?”
It was a weekly ritual, David Gibbons invited Gordon out for racquetball, Gordon gets crushed, and David feels just a little bit better about himself. Of course with the loss of his wife three months earlier to a drunk driver, it is the one thing that seems to bring the professor out of his shell.
“Hey guess what, you won’t believe this, that grant I have been pushing for. Man we go it, we can finally get some quality equipment now, and you said it was a long shot. Maybe I got like super powers of persuasion now or something,” he jokes rubbing his balding head.
The next panel shows the truck speeding quickly down the road, and the driver slowly closing his eyes. Until his head falls forward and the truck continues. The teen continues walking, the panel focusing on his face, impassive and looking bored. He was lanky and not all that handsome, just a normal kid in baggy clothes.
The next Panel shows three men sitting around a table with a few old tomes sitting on them. It is evening time, and one of the men is dressed as a Catholic priest, though very handsome. The other is an older man, and the last is Jan Sverak
Jan Sverak
Sidney speaks puffing on his pipe, “Please excuse my manners Jan, I would like you to meet my cousin of Father William Barnibus.”
William smiles, he was a handsome young man, barely into his mid twenties. He hardly looked like the type be a priest but there he was. He speaks to Jan, “I am pleased to meet you, and Sidney exaggerates. I am still finishing up the Seminary, but God willing, I will be a priest one day maybe even a Bishop…” he jokes.
Sidney chortles, “Boy is about as pious as they come, and I suppose he makes up for my short comings.”
William shrugs, “You jest cousin,” he turns to Jan, “I was actually interested in meeting you Jan, I had read about the incident in the Guardian. Very intriguing, bloke, I hope the subject is not too sensitive to talk about.”
Sidney looks to Jan, allowing him to answer.
The next panel shows the truck speed through a red light, causing several vehicles to honk their horns, nearly causing several of them to crash. But it continues unabated, the driver lost in quaint sleep.
The next panel shows a woman in her mid to late twenties with long brown hair. The room is dimly lit as opera plays in the background, and the air is filled with the sweet stench of a cigar…
Frida Freling
Frida is focusing to tune out the noises around her. It is disconcerting to hear the newlyweds across the street go at it again for the third time in four hours, but thankfully her music was drowning out the sound. It is another evening, lost in her thoughts, trying to just make sense of everything that had happened.
Those thoughts mingled with her own need to salvage her business.
The phone rings and surprisingly the number belongs to Fran…
The next panel shows the youth walking before he stumbles over some trash. He nearly face plants but thankfully catches himself. But that does not stop some teens from laughing at his plight. He turns and shrugs, knowing that he was caught when he starts to turn at a sound…
A lonely stretch of road along the PCH where Ford Mustang Convertible is parked. Three teens sitting inside…
Samantha Clayton
“I can’t believe they are going to give that freak his own show,” Todd says sitting in his car with Jennifer his girlfriend and Sam’s friend.
“Hey Miracle Kid is pretty cool, I mean, he can like fly and do cool stuff, he is sort of cute I guess, especially since he can do that cool stuff,” Jennifer says as she drinks some beer.
Todd lights up his joint, “Whatever, he is a freak, I hear those kind of people can like read your minds and stuff, screw that. They are freaks right, Sam?” he says offering her the lit joint.
The splash panel shows the truck smashing through a parked car. Sparks are flying and the grill looks intimidating as it looms large over the youth, who just looks back dumbfounded…
The next scene shows a single construction worker reporting to work, speaking to the foreman…
Jason McCallister
“Hey JC, I want you to handle sector 4, use that strength you got, so I can put some extra guys on Sector 2, you are doing a great job by the way,” the foreman says as he dismisses Jason.
Jason makes his way to area, another lazy morning, as much of the crew just sort of watches him pass not sure what to make of the man. They don’t say much, they don’t even talk to Jason anymore, he is just… alone.
When he gets to the site, he sees a man standing there his arms folded across his chest. He wears a long black trench coat, with shades. He is Caucasian with short cropped dark hair, and a muscled build. Jason recognizes him right away, Major Grant from his days in the active duty Army…
Major Grant speaks as Jason approaches, “Good morning soldier, I got a proposition for you…”
The next panel shows the truck collide with the youth… he glows brilliantly as an explosion rocks the street stunning the bystanders… the blast consumes the next panel.
The next panel shows a man waking up in bed, next to a woman…
Christopher Jones
He woke up next to her. She said she couldn’t make it, and then there she was on his doorstep at three in the morning. Christopher sees the clock and sees that he is already at least an hour late for work… she must have turned off the alarm, so she wouldn’t be bothered.
Kelly stirs, “Morning,” she says not looking at him, “I thought you had to work?”
The next panel shows the youth still glowing as the flames and wreckage give way to his unscathed form… the Miracle Kid is born… and thus begins Elite: Year One living in the wake of the comet…
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