Here it is, for any who are interested in giving it the once-over…more fan-fic foolishness from a diseased mind. And there’s still another vanity effort to come after this! So…ready?
Here we go…
Panel 1: Double panel. We’re looking slightly up at Gorgon as the glow fades away, Lockjaw by his side, slobbering over him a little.
Gorgon: Crystal would bid us wait, cousin!
Gorgon: But, why should we? Have we not places to be? Must time always stand still, for the marshalling of companies, and the making of plans?
Gorgon: Are you not eager, as I am, to be simply away?
Panel 2: The light of the viewscreen map illuminates Karnak and Triton’s faces. Karnak is pointing upward to a significant spot on the screen with avid interest; Triton looks thoughtful.
Karnak: …You see, Triton? A more powerful signal than any we have picked up before…
Triton: Yes, yes, Karnak…but what of these fluctuations? What can they mean?
Karnak: Only one thing, brother…
Panel 3: Karnak and Triton continue to confer in the left background, while in the right foreground we see Gorgon’s hooves, Rikasa’s legs, Lockjaw’s paws and belly: the two brothers are being waited for. If we look very closely at the viewscreen, we might see about five very bright-by-comparison new targets on it, with the biggest being (subject to future revision) in the Grecian peninsula of the Mediterranean Sea.
Karnak: It’s what we’ve been waiting for.
Triton: It is?
Gorgon: Karnak, our time grows short! Has this window you speak of not arrived yet?
Panel 4: Karnak springs over to Gorgon and Rikasa, leaving Triton, still thoughtful, a foot or two behind. Karnak has a small sensor device in his hand.
Karnak: It has, Gorgon! The fluctuations are now at their lowest ebb of intensity!
Karnak: We may proceed!
Triton: Proceed to what?
Panel 5: Karnak, Gorgon, and Rikasa regard a reluctant Triton.
Karnak: Why, proceed to investigate, of course!
Triton: And are you sure this is the wisest course of action, Karnak? To simply rush off, into an unknown environment?
Panel 1: Double-sized panel, a diptych: Triton steps forward to join the others, and then they vanish in the glow of Lockjaw’s teleportation.
Karnak: As members of the Royal Family, should we instead leave that risk to others, Triton?
Rikasa: Please, Lord Triton…can you not see we will need your good sense along?
Triton: I can see precisely that, Rikasa.
Triton: …Very well.
Gorgon: It is settled, then. So quickly, Lockjaw…let us…
Panel 2: Not quite a quadruple-sized panel, this is really a small SPLASH with a strip of four panels on the very bottom of the page below it, which are each half the height and half the width (maybe a quarter the height and half the width?) of a regular sixgrid panel. And I can’t do the math right now, but whatever’s left over on the page after that narrow strip of panels gets squeezed in, that’s what this is. We’re looking down and on an angle at the Inhumans as they materialize in a grand indoor plaza of some dramatic Kirbyesque type. In a clockwise pattern around Lockjaw, I imagine they’re placed, from twelve o’clock: Gorgon, Karnak, Rikasa, Triton. But if that doesn’t quite work, then something else that does.
Triton: Could you not keep your voice down, cousin?
Karnak: There is no cause for alarm. Lockjaw has brought us deep within the complex, to a spot where the Kree technological activity is all but nonexistent.
Rikasa: Agon’s Genes…it’s beautiful…
Panels 3 – 6: The Inhumans’ talking heads, one per panel.
Rikasa: I have already begun. There is a great deal of space to work with, here…
Triton: How large is this complex?
Gorgon: If this room is any indication…large, cousin.
Panel 1: Karnak is looking at his scanner, indicating a direction.
Karnak: This way, Inhumans!
Panel 2: Double-sized panel. They scamper through a large archway single file (I don’t know if the archway should be freestanding or not), Karnak intent on his readings. It’s a lot more colourful than the grey-blue Kreetech usually is – mostly golden, pink, purple, orange. The shapes are the same, but the style is different. Triton is perhaps looking back at the archway they’re passing through, just realizing that it’s ornamental, and so it’s very un-Kree…they may be silhouettes, here, if the artist wishes…
Karnak: There is a zone of slightly more pronounced activity just ahead!
Gorgon: Why does it sound so strange in here? Almost like an echo, but just out of hearing…
Rikasa: I am moving our sounds into the corners, too, Gorgon.
Triton: Something’s wrong…
Panel 3: We face them as they go down a flight of stairs, slightly darkened.
Karnak: Just a little further…
Rikasa: I can feel more space up ahead…
Panel 4: Triton turns to Gorgon.
Triton: Gorgon, I am beginning to have a terrible suspicion…
Panel 5: Karnak emerges from the stairway into a more brightly-illuminated space, looks up, and is SHOCKED!
Karnak: BY THE MISTS!!
Panel 6: Triple sized panel. The Inhumans are looking out into a very long and wide space that is filled, floor-to-ceiling, with machinery. Quite a ways away in the distance are two figures, indisputably humanoid, and plainly not robotic. One is dressed in gold and green, the other in red and white.
Karnak: This cannot be!!
Rikasa: Karnak…is it…
Rikasa: …Is it…the Kree?
Triton: No, Rikasa! It is not the Kree! But we must get out of here, and swiftly!
Rikasa: Not the Kree? But…
Triton: Don’t you see, woman? My brother has miscalculated…
Panel 1: Triple-sized panel. Now we’re looking back towards our Inhuman friends, who hover in the distance on this chamber’s threshold…in the foreground we see that the figures Rikasa mistook for two Kree are actually Thena and Makkari, consulting about something.
Triton: …We are not in some abandoned Kree research station, at all…!
Triton: …We are in the home of THE ETERNALS!!
Panel 2: Gorgon’s head, in profile, mouth open, shocked.
Gorgon: Agon’s Genes!
Panel 3: Rikasa’s profile. She looks very worried.
Rikasa: Triton is right. We must get out of here. Now!
Panel 4: Karnak’s face, not looking ahead as the others, but turned to one side, out-panel, to look at Rikasa.
Karnak: But…they cannot detect us…?
Panel 5: Rikasa’s dialogue continues in caption, as we enjoy a close-up of Thena looking downward, mildly puzzled, looking quite lazy and sultry, very slightly distracted from what Makkari (perhaps just represented by a red arm at the left side of the panel?) is pointing out to her.
Rikasa (capt.): “The female Eternal’s mind…it goes everywhere! She is thinking about the space in the room!”
Panel 6: Same shot, Thena turns her head to where Makkari is, smiling very slightly. Rikasa’s dialogue contines in caption, this time breaking with my Brad Meltzer convention by being on the bottom edge of the panel instead of at the top or just…you know, floating around….
Thena: Do you hear something?
Rikasa: “We have seconds!”
Panel 7: Makkari’s smiling face.
Makkari: You mean, like mice, Thena?
Panel 1: Slightly smaller than a regular panel. Makkari’s hand moves towards his upper arm, Mother Box-style, presses a contact there. The sound effect is a punctuationless “TEK”.
Panel 2: Almost double-sized panel. What look like tiny missiles shoot out from the back of Makkari’s suit, arcing out into the right-hand side of the panel, to where the Inhumans are.
Panel 3: Slightly smaller than a regular panel, filling out the tier, and a sliver of Makkari’s smile.
Makkari: Why, whatever are you talking about?
Panel 4: The Inhumans stand in defensive postures as the missiles land at their feet and behind them and all around them, releasing some sort of gas.
Panel 5: Double panel. A thick greenish-yellow vapour fills about a third of the left side of the panel, with most of the right side taken up with Rikasa, who has her shoulder bent, hands extended, fingers worked into claws, back pressed against the right panel border. The gas doesn’t make it to the Inhumans. It’s stopped, almost as if by a force-field, except the ragged edge of the gas is turning into large blocky pixels as it approaches Rikasa’s hands..
Rikasa (under strain): I am…running out…of pieces to work with, Karnak…!
Panel 6: Triton turns to Gorgon.
Triton: We must not be seen, Gorgon! Lockjaw…!
Panel 7: Close-up on Lockjaw, growling as he determinedly tries to teleport – the bright teleporter light starts to spring up around him…
Gorgon: (off-panel) Lockjaw! Home!!
Panel 8: But then in true comic-booky fashion his own power is fed back against him. Big fat Kirby dots go everywhere, messing up the transport light, and he falls back in obvious pain….
Gorgon: (off-panel) LOCKJAW!!
Panel 1: Double panel. Just Thena’s eyes, looking sinister, set in a Byrne-like golden cosmic light. She speaks in captions.
Thena (capt.): I am closing the doors, little mice.
Thena (capt.): I have all the time in the world, to find you.
Panel 2: Rikasa’s face, also now surrounded by Kirby dots…desperately hanging on. Thena continues in caption.
Thena (capt.): And I will find you…
Panel 3: Karnak grabs Gorgon by the arm – Gorgon is trying to help Lockjaw, but can’t get close to him.
Karnak: Gorgon…Cousin…we need you now! There is but one instant left to us!
Panel 4: The tiniest slice of a panel possible, just on the barest sliver of Gorgon’s face. Perhaps seen just slightly from below, Bob Ross lighting, etc. Put a little tree in there…
Panel 5: Double panel, minus the slice. Gorgon’s hoof comes down, and the Eternals go flying from the shockwave.
Panel 6: Triton is carrying Lockjaw over his shoulder, up the stairs…besides Black Bolt, he’s the Inhuman with the most natural strength, beating Gorgon by maybe twenty percent or more, maybe even approaching two-thirds of Namor’s strength, which would certainly be twenty percent over Gorgon – it says here. Rikasa follows. At the bottom of the stairs, Karnak has his hand on Gorgon’s shoulder.
Karnak: Now go.
Gorgon: No, Karnak. Triton carries Lockjaw; I will bring up the rear.
Karnak: …Yes. All right. I agree.
Panel 7: Double panel. Gorgon unsettles the Eternals with the stamp of a hoof again. We see his hoof; we see the Eternals go sprawling; perhaps this panel is on an angle, with Gorgon’s hoof in the top left foreground, and the bouncing Eternals in the bottom right background.
Panel 1: The Inhumans rush up the stairs, Triton leading with Lockjaw over his shoulder, Karnak next with his scanner in his hand. Triton goes to turn into the broad corridor they came down, instead of up the steel ladder we clearly see above him in this passage…
Karnak: No! Keep going! They are waking up!
Panel 2: They are on the ladder. Karnak turns down to Rikasa.
Karnak: Put my words in Gorgon’s ear, if you can.
Rikasa: Yes, all right.
Panel 3: Rikasa casts a rueful glance down at us, past us.
Rikasa (capt., and a regular size font now): “Gorgon…”
Panel 4: Double panel. The Inhumans make it up onto the roof of the Eternal’s Olympia complex (for that’s what it is, unless we change it around to be the Titanos complex that Ikaris has ordered Thena and Makkari to reconstruct, and they were inspecting the vast Eternal computer cores there…or unless it was someplace else, too…I mean, I’m just saying…it doesn’t make any difference, except to where the initial new “hot spot” is on the Inhumans’ map of Earth), and as they exit the building they’re all strung out in a line. Triton is first; he’s laid Lockjaw down. Karnak and Rikasa are close behind.
Triton: Speak, Lockjaw!
Triton: He’s not moving, Karnak!
Rikasa: The fast one is below, Karnak.
Rikasa: He will be here in one minute. No more. Maybe less.
Rikasa: I have never seen space disappear like this…
Triton: Karnak, he won’t wake up!
Karnak: I think I may have made an…an…
Panel 5: We see Gorgon, in the middle distance, but all alone in the picture, hauling himself up off of the ladder and emerging from the building…
Gorgon: Blood of the Kree! Hooves and ladder rungs, by Agon! It’s too much to ask!
Triton: (off-panel) Gorgon! Lockjaw isn’t…
Gorgon: I know. Don’t despair, Inhumans.
Panel 6: We’re looking up at Gorgon from Lockjaw’s perspective. He’s grinning, teeth showing. The sun is all Brian Hitch-like behind his head.
Gorgon: Lockjaw. It’s me. Gorgon. Your friend. Wake up.
Panel 7: Big close-up on Lockaw’s eye, as it opens.
Rikasa: (off-panel) The fast one is here! He’s one second awa…!
Panel 8: Lockjaw’s eye finds the Moon in the sky. In daylight. Crescent phase (and make sure it’s the right crescent phase…!)
Panel 1: Sextuple size panel mini-SPLASH. The Inhumans reappear in Attilan, recalling their arrival in Olympia (or wherever) by not being where they expected to be (although perhaps they are still in the same clockwise arrangement). Instead, they’re in a public square, being festooned with garlands, set up with stalls, etc. etc. It’s a party, apparently. Lockjaw is okay, by the way…we can plainly see that. And in a pictorial order strictly up to the artist, our heroes exclaim:
Karnak: By the Mists!
Gorgon: Kree’s Evil!
Triton: Agon’s Genes!
Rikasa: Black Bolt’s Name — what a swoop!
Panel 2: Rikasa bends down and embraces a slobbering Lockjaw, who’s now totally okay (no Inhuman, nor no super-being either, ever had Lockjaw’s constitution!).
Rikasa: Oh, Lockjaw! Lockjaw, you’re all right! And you’re such a good, good…
Panel 3: Lockjaw bounds away. Because he’s sensed Crystal. Indeed, that’s why they’re all in this public square at all, because Lockjaw wanted Crystal.
Rikasa: …Hey! [Yes, Jonathan, Inhumans could theoretically say “hey”. It’s like “hello”. It’s not like Reed Richards saying “yeah” or anything…]
Panel 4: Gorgon accosts a man stringing garlands.
Garland Man: Yes, Gorgon?
Gorgon: What’s all this noise about, fellow?
Garland Man: Why…don’t you know? Medusa announced it an hour ago: the Fantastic Four are coming to Attilan!
Garland Man: It’s a holiday!
Panel 1: A curvaceous form stands darkened in the foreground, hands sternly on hips, looking at Karnak, Gorgon, and Triton, with Rikasa kind of unnoticed in the background.
Crystal: Aha! There you all are! It’s about time!
Crystal: And you’ve upset Lockjaw! Where have you been taking him?
Panel 2: Close-up on the three Royal Family members looking shifty and nervous. Because Inhumans may be bad news, sure, but they love their mamas!
Panel 3: Looking down from over Crystal’s head at the three main Inhumans, Rikasa behind them, shrinking away. Gorgon spreads his hands as he steps in front of his cousins.
Gorgon: …We just popped in for a minute, cousin.
Gorgon: Karnak and Triton’s instruments needed calibrating…and, it’s a very large and nearby signal…
Panel 4: View of Crystal from over our heroes’ heads. Gorgon’s arm-positioning is supposed to be placating.
Crystal: Not the Watcher’s House?!
Crystal: Gorgon, you know perfectly well that Lockjaw is scared of the Watcher!
Gorgon: He isn’t “scared” of him, cousin! Not at all! As I’ve told you again and again…
Panel 5: Crystal leans down to pet Lockjaw, still looking up at our boys for signs of contrition.
Crystal: You! Sometimes I think you’d be happier if Lockjaw were some sort of cavalry animal, instead of a sweet and loveable puppy…
Panel 6: Same picture as before, except Crystal and Lockjaw fade away in the glow of his teleportation.
Crystal: Well as far as I’m concerned, you can just all walk up to the Palace to see Reed and Sue! Lockjaw deserves a rest…
Panel 1: Double panel. Karnak, Triton, and Gorgon all exchange glances.
Karnak: That’s that.
Triton: Well done, cousin.
Gorgon: Yes. But we might as well get walking.
Rikasa: (off-panel) Karnak…
Panel 2: She stands shyly in the left middle ground, while part of Karnak’s form is in the right foreground.
Rikasa: I suppose this is where we must part. For now.
Panel 3: Karnak extends his arms, grabs her by the elbows. From a view perhaps ten feet over her left shoulder, so we’re facing him obliquely.
Karnak: Why, not at all, Rikasa. Certainly not.
Karnak: You’ll come to the Palace with me.
Panel 4: Double panel, we see them in profile, or near-profile. Karnak is on the left, as the dialogue indicates.
Karnak: Of course the seats at the head table will already have been set…
Rikasa: Yes…I understand…
Karnak: But perhaps you could help Crystal attend on Susan Richards tomorrow, when she walks through the town as she usually does.
Panel 5: Half-panel. Just Rikasa’s smiling, delighted face.
Rikasa: You mean…
Rikasa: …really meet Susan Richards?
Panel 6: Double panel plus a half, from far up and on an angle. Our heroes move through the crowd up to the illuminated Royal Palace, almost lost in the crowd, except Gorgon is in front clearing the way. Karnak’s dialogue continues in caption.
Karnak (capt.): “Yes, really.”
Karnak (capt.): “Whyever not, after all?”
Gorgon: Make way, Inhumans! Make haste to make way, if you would!
Gorgon: There are not all that many hours of daylight left…!
BORDER: Across the bottom of the page, we read the magical words – “Next Issue: BLUE SHADOWS!”