Strip 67 - Click on page above to goto the next page. -- First Seen: 2008-12-16
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Strip 67

Panel 1
Bert is alone at the cut-off end of the Corridor, cut off from his companions by the emergency pressure door. His orientation makes clear that he’s been knocked about a bit, as well, but the lights are still on and the pressure is holding (well, mostly).

On one of the panels, an electronic display flashes:
PRESSURE BREACH DANGER
CLEAR SECTION IMMEDIATELY

Bert: Unnnnh.. What th’…

Bert (2): Oh, NO.

Panel 2
Reacting quickly, Bert propells himself quickly back along the Corridor towards the Carbon Operations block. Something in his breast pocket beeps at him.

Bert: Gotta get to the block…

SFX: B-DEEP-A-DEEP! B-DEEP-A-DEEP!

Panel 3
Bert carries his PDA/phone in his pocket. He holds it about 25 cm away from his face and looks at the 7x10cm holodisplay it projects just above itself. On it is the face of Fiorella.

PDA: Bert? Where are you? What’s going on?

Bert: I’m hauling ass back to Carbon Ops. What’s your situation?

PDA: Sealed off, blacked out, and leaky. No injuries.

Panel 4
Bert collides with Kent from Carbon Ops, who is barreling along from the opposite direction (they impact shoulder-to-breastbone rather than head-to-head).

Kent: Look out!

Bert: Sh-OOF!!

PDA: Bert?