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PANEL 1: THE CAPTAIN talks to SKITTER, sitting in his hover chair.
CAPTAIN: “Laying down the block”? For who?
SKITTER: The Moron’s Mane. They’re not armada, so Tierra’s cannons are gunning for them. I told Genn to get behind me.

PANEL 2: ORLA, at a computer console, gestures.
ORLA: Skitter, what if those cannons decide to shoot THROUGH us?

PANEL 3: SKITTER, alone in his chair, responds.
SKITTER: They won’t. The M-waves are staying clear of—
VOICE: HEY EMP’ROR? YOU STILL THERE?

PANEL 4: The CAPTAIN stands in the background as ORLA squints at the computer console.
CAPTAIN: Orla, what’s that voice?
ORLA: Some idiot is blasting on every open frequency.
VOICE: EMP’ROR?

PANEL 5: From behind the CAPTAIN, pointing at SKITTER, squinting.
CAPTAIN: Well turn it down! And skitter, tell Genn to FLY TIGHT. We’re getting to that ship.
SKITTER: Yes Ma’am. But this is like running a three-legged race… TRYING TO FLY TWO SHIPS IN SYNC. 
VOICE: IT’S GRUN AGAIN. AND I GOT SOME GOOD NEWS.

PANEL 6: From space, we see THE SPARK OF THOUGHT above Earth, still being pelted with M-waves.
GRUN, from inside the ship: OUR SHIP JUST FIGGERED OUT WHICH O’ THEM PRETTY CITIES DOWN THERE IS YER CAPITAL.

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PANEL 1: THE CAPTAIN talks to SKITTER, sitting in his hover chair.
CAPTAIN: “Laying down the block”? For who?
SKITTER: The Moron’s Mane. They’re not armada, so Tierra’s cannons are gunning for them. I told Genn to get behind me.

PANEL 2: ORLA, at a computer console, gestures.
ORLA: Skitter, what if those cannons decide to shoot THROUGH us?

PANEL 3: SKITTER, alone in his chair, responds.
SKITTER: They won’t. The M-waves are staying clear of—
VOICE: HEY EMP’ROR? YOU STILL THERE?

PANEL 4: The CAPTAIN stands in the background as ORLA squints at the computer console.
CAPTAIN: Orla, what’s that voice?
ORLA: Some idiot is blasting on every open frequency.
VOICE: EMP’ROR?

PANEL 5: From behind the CAPTAIN, pointing at SKITTER, squinting.
CAPTAIN: Well turn it down! And skitter, tell Genn to FLY TIGHT. We’re getting to that ship.
SKITTER: Yes Ma’am. But this is like running a three-legged race… TRYING TO FLY TWO SHIPS IN SYNC. 
VOICE: IT’S GRUN AGAIN. AND I GOT SOME GOOD NEWS.

PANEL 6: From space, we see THE SPARK OF THOUGHT above Earth, still being pelted with M-waves.
GRUN, from inside the ship: OUR SHIP JUST FIGGERED OUT WHICH O’ THEM PRETTY CITIES DOWN THERE IS YER CAPITAL.

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Want to read the full story? Join us at Patreon.com/drive for the *FULL* Tales of the Drive archives, art giveaways, fun community, and more! DRIVE copyright Dave Kellett. Colors by Beth Reidmiller
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