[Rather than a proper cover, we see the splash page of a backup story. Brightsword is on red soil under a red sky, surrounded by the suited aliens from his origin story while a half-strength image of Darkshield laughs triumphantly over the scene. "BRIGHTSWORD is a PRISONER of the RED PLANET!" proclaims the title.] ____________________________________________________________________________ .|, COHERENT An ASHistory Series --+------------------------------------------------------------------------- '|` SUPER STORIES #21 - Prisoner of the Red Planet! Featuring Brightsword I copyright 2010 by Dave Van Domelen ____________________________________________________________________________ SCHEDULING NOTE: Fit this backup story in wherever you can in the next few issues. Brightsword #32 (July 1971 cover) is probably the best fit, assuming they don't run over pagecount on the lead story. GENERAL ART NOTES: Make sure the artist has reference for the "aliens" in Brightsword's origin story, as seen in Coherent Comics #5 (1967). The suits shouldn't look identical to the ones in that story, but given how tripped-out the art was in CC #5, the details weren't consistent from panel to panel anyway. Don't make them look exactly like the suits from Jiang Sheng's side of the story, though. The colorist should use a lot of dull red in the backgrounds and props. The more oppressively dull red it feels, the better. Ease up on the red on the last page, though. PAGE 1 Splash page. This is a symbolic page, so the elements should be arranged for maximum dramatic impact rather than worrying about if they make sense. If the artist has any better placement ideas, just give me a ring and run it past me. Brightsword is under a dome on a rusty red planet with a pinkish red sky. He's surrounded by the yellow-suited "aliens" from his origin story, who advance menacingly on him. The upper half of the page will have a half-strength ghostly image of Darkshield, laughing triumphantly. TITLE 1: BRIGHTSWORD is a PRISONER of the RED PLANET! PAGE 2 Yeah, Brightsword waking up in a strange place at the start of the story is something of a cliche already, but embrace it, since this is a callback to his origin story. Maybe include some of the same drug-trip panel border tricks from Coherent Comics #5 initially, but by the last panel of the 2x2 grid the borders should be perfectly normal. Panel 1: Totally black except for any panel border headtrip stuff. THOUGHT 1 (BRIGHTSWORD): Ow. I think Darkshield improved his stunners since last time. Panel 2: Fill with dark dull red, as if looking through closed eyelids in a red-lit room. THOUGHT 2 (BRIGHTSWORD): I don't feel like I'm chained up or anything, although it feels like Keith Moon's in my skull. Panel 3: Eye-shaped opening in the dull red fill. The view is blurry, indistinct and pinky-russet. Or as close as the color separators can manage. SPEECH 3 (BRIGHTSWORD): Pink ceiling? Did he dump me in a baby's bedroom? Panel 4: Pull back to see Brightsword sitting up on a dusty red floor, smudges of rusty red on his costume. He's looking in shock at something that's out of the shot. BURST 4 (BRIGHTSWORD): HOLY HANNAH! PAGE 3 The top half of the page is a half-splash, the bottom half is divided into two roughly equal panels. Panel 1: Long shot from outside a glass dome. The viewpoint is just low enough to see the horizon near the top of the panel, and there's a distinctly alien cast to the terrain. It's all rusty red, and the thin slice of sky visible is the same color as in page 2, panel 3. Brightsword has gotten to his feet in the middle of the dome. BURST 1 (BRIGHTSWORD): WHERE ON EARTH AM I? Panel 2: Medium shot of Brightsword, who is turning to look over his shoulder at a sound behind him. Darkshield's speech bubbles (indicated as "radio") should have a border that suggests these are transmissions over a speaker. RADIO 2 (DARKSHIELD, OFF): Nowhere on EARTH, Red White and Bluto! Panel 3: Over the shoulder shot of Brightsword looking at a video monitor set into the side of the dome at head level. On the screen is Darkshield's helmeted visage. Blurry figures are visible moving about outside the dome behind the screen. RADIO 3 (DARKSHIELD): Welcome, Brightsword... PAGE 4 The top fifth of the page is a wide slice panel, the rest of the page is split into a 2x2 grid. Panel 1: Exterior long shot of the dome. An alien spaceship is parked some distance from it to the left, and the figures outside the dome are barely visible, maybe half the height of a standard letter. Darkshield's burst is on the right, and has the same radio-style border as his other dialogue. BURST 1 (DARKSHIELD): ...TO MARS! Panel 2: Closeup on a horrified Brightsword. Leave room for a large bubble. RADIO 2 (DARKSHIELD, OFF): Capturing you has never been all that hard, Boy Sprout. But you have a real knack for escaping before I finish my scheme, and since no one's paying me to actually kill you, I prefer not to try. Panel 3: Stat of Page 3, Panel 3. RADIO 3 (DARKSHIELD): As you know, I've done some work for your alien friends. They offered to take you off my hands for a while. Panel 4: Same blocking, but change the angle so Darkshield's monitor is on the left, Brightsword on the right, and a blurry distant view of the spaceship is in the middle background. Brightsword's fist is raised. RADIO 4 (DARKSHIELD): They don't want you on their ship after the mess you made of their last one, but a pressurized dome on Mars? Perfect. You break it -- BURST 5 (BRIGHTSWORD): Oh, I'll BREAK IT all right! Panel 5: Brightsword is hitting the dome, but try to make it clear he's pulling his punch at the last moment. RADIO 6 (DARKSHIELD): Then you die! There's no AIR out there! PAGE 5 2x2 grid, but it's like a splash page broken up into pieces. The unified view is from maybe a quarter of the way down from straight up, with the curve of the dome dominating the upper left. We see maybe half the dome's total area split among the panels. Darkshield's monitor is only in panel 1, but the arrows of his speech bubbles in the other panels should point back to it. Brightsword is moving from panel to panel in an Z path. Panel 1: Brightsword is scrambling back from the crack in the dome, while three of the yellow-suited aliens rush forward to apply a patch. One of them should have Brightsword's laser torch hanging from his belt. RADIO 1 (DARKSHIELD): That's why this is such a perfect prison, you idiot. It doesn't even have its own airlock. Crack the dome, you asphyxiate. Don't even think about going to the ship, the aliens don't breathe the same sort of air we do. Panel 2: Brightsword is on the balls of his feet, looking about the dome warily. There's scuff marks to his left, from where he scrambled out of panel 1. SPEECH 2 (BRIGHTSWORD): I thought gravity was less on Mars. Feels normal to me. RADIO 3 (DARKSHIELD, OFF): My alien friends don't like Mars's gravity any more than we would, so they extended their ship's artificial gravity field over the area. They're really quite advanced. Panel 3: Brightsword is pacing like a caged tiger. His footprints in the dust should lead back to panel 2. RADIO 4 (DARKSHIELD, OFF): They're politically advanced as well. It turns out that all the starfaring races are COMMUNISTS...they say it's the only way to overcome the tribal divisions that hold less enlightened races back. Panel 4: Brightsword has turned to face the monitor in panel 1. His footprints lead back to panel 3. SPEECH 5 (BRIGHTSWORD): Hold on. I know you work for the Reds, but I didn't know you actually thought Communism was a good idea. What's the point of robbing banks if money goes away? PAGE 6 2x2 grid, nothing fancy in terms of layout. Panel 1: Closeup of Darkshield's monitor, maybe make the panel borders into the monitor borders, even if that means stealing a little space from the other panels. RADIO 1 (DARKSHIELD): I think being on the winning side is a good idea. Panel 2: Make this look like an dream image or something, so it's clear that this is the mental picture Darkshield is trying to paint. Copies of the alien ship outside the dome are flying over San Francisco, raining down death. CAPTION 2 (DARKSHIELD): "Mars is merely the staging ground, but the real invasion is coming soon." Panel 3: Same sort of "flash forward" look. Now humans are being led away in coffles by yellow-suited aliens, into some sort of ominous processing center. CAPTION 3 (DARKSHIELD): "The conquest will be quick, but they say it'll take years, maybe decades before humanity comes around and willingly joins the Interstellar Communist Collective." Panel 4: More flash forward. Darkshield is on a throne, waited on by comely female human slaves while yellow-suited aliens flank his throne. CAPTION 4 (DARKSHIELD): "I figure there'll be plenty of opportunities to enrich myself during the transition. Afterward, there's always the option to help them bring other worlds into the Collective!" PAGE 7 The top third is split evenly into two panels, the bottom is a semi- splash with the right border being all jagged and broken. Panel 1: Same blocking as Page 4 Panel 4, but Brightsword looks skeptical and Darkshield's image is doing the standard MUAHAHA gesturing. RADIO 1 (DARKSHIELD): MUAHAHA! SPEECH 2 (BRIGHTSWORD): There's something fishy about your story, Darkshield -- Panel 2: Brightsword has placed his hand on the crack in the dome, the yellow-suited aliens are scrambling back. He looks over his shoulder at the off-panel location of the monitor. SPEECH 3 (BRIGHTSWORD): I guess I didn't manage to pull my punch enough, I cracked the dome and some "Martian" atmosphere got in. Panel 3: Dynamic "smashing outward" panel in which Brightsword strikes out to the right, shattering even the panel border. Shards of glass fill much of the right side of the panel, and a few may even drift up into panel 2. SPEECH 4 (BRIGHTSWORD): And I'm pretty sure Mars doesn't smell like -- BURST 5 (BRIGHTSWORD, connected): THE FRISCO BAY! SFX 5 (BREAKING GLASS): KSSSH! PAGE 8 A splash page with an inset panel in the lower right corner. The first caption is in the upper left. Main Panel: Broken glass is everywhere. A fog machine churning out red mist is visible in the lower left. The spaceship and much of the scenery are revealed to be painted flats. Darkshield's monitor looks like a fist has been put through it. The "aliens" lie unconscious, their helmets removed to reveal human thugs. One of them is lolling unconcious with his collar in Brightsword's grip. With his free hand, Brightsword is pulling his laser torch from the belt of the thug's environment suit. CAPTION 1: A few frantic moments later -- THOUGHT 2 (BRIGHTSWORD): Hollywood fakery! But does this mean Darkshield's had a falling out with his alien allies -- or that he was never working with them in the first place? THOUGHT 3 (BRIGHTSWORD): And what dastardly deeds has he been up to while keeping me on ice? Inset Panel: Darkshield is staring at static on a monitor, slamming his fist on the desk next to it. BURST 4 (DARKSHIELD): Curses! I needed him distracted for at least a week! Now I'll have to explain my failure to the Kremlin* -- ! CAPTION 5 (LOWER LEFT): * Darkshield is secretly a Communist agent, pretending to be a normal supervillain! Although he might be looking for a new job soon -- Ed. CAPTION 6 (LOWER RIGHT): ~ THE END ~ ============================================================================ Author's Notes: I never established the "in-setting" comic that was "reprinted" in Coherent Super-Stories #5, so when I wrote this story I decided it'd just have been Coherent Comics #5. Their first four issues might have been reprints of 1940s comics, or war comics, or superheroes who didn't end up getting their own books later. Kinda like how Batman wasn't in Detective Comics #1, nor was Spider-Man in Amazing Fantasy #1. As established in Coherent Super Stories #14 (Brightsword #26), Darkshield had only recently (as of the time of this story) found out about Brightsword's alien obsession, but he had the resources to fake it pretty well. He may or may not know the truth behind Brightsword's origin...but if he does, he's certainly never going to tell that big Yankee Dodo Dandy. This story was written for High Concept Challenge #9, "The Red Planet". 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