Strip 808 -- First Seen: 2011-10-21
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The Transcript For This Page

Panel 1
Pierre in Guy's apartment, seated at a desk upon which sits a keyboard and a holoscreen monitor.
Pierre (thought): I suppose I should practice my swordsmanship.
Pierre (thought): I wonder if this backwater has any combat schools?
Panel 2
Angle view so we see Pierre from the side, but also the screen, which is showing a listing of dozens of various combat schools.
Pierre: Zut aloors! There are dozens!
Panel 3
Pierre walking (with some difficulty, in the light gravity) down mainstreet, about to enter the Poujardieu Fencing School
Pierre (thought): At least they won't call me 'Frenchy' here. How revolting.
Panel 4
Pierre is greeted by a receptionist who looks – and sounds – like Dolly Parton. A name placard on her desk says simply, 'Molly.' She smiles broadly; he is quite taken aback. (There is an inner doorway next to the reception desk, which will become important in a moment.)
Molly: Howdy! An' welcome to the Poo-jar-dyoo Fencin' Skewl! What kin ah do fer yew?
Panel 5
Pierre recovers, a bit.
Pierre: I .. er, I am a fencing champion with a need to adapt my skills to your Cererean gravity.
Molly: A champeen, huh? Great!

Panel 6
Molly touches a button on her desk keyboard. Pierre is looking like he wants to leave.
Molly: Hey, Gabe! We got ourselves a champeen who wants to polish his low-gravity skills!
Gabe (from console, filtered): I'll be right dere.
Pierre: Er, perhaps I have made a mistake. You see ...

Panel 7
Gabe appears in the inner doorway. He is very fit, dressed in fencing togs (helmet tucked under one arm), and presents a refined posture. He looks very French – except that he's really Cajun.
Gabe: Oh-ho! You must be de faymoos Pierre LeBoeuf, of Ajaccio!
Gabe: Gabriel Lajeunesse, at your service.
Pierre: You – know me?

Panel 8
Gabe lays a friendly arm about Pierre's shoulders, and leads him through the inner door.
Gabe: But naturalment! Your skill is renowned among fencers even dis far from Terra!
Gabe: Word of l'incident at de White Swallow has reached me also. Small town, joo know.