My current progress of the next page:
Script for the majority of the comic later on:
Riley and Shelby drive off towards the base of Warbeast Battlefront.
Riley: …While you were away I read up on tanks and even got to drive one once…They kinda forced me out of it when I ran over a car that wasn’t meant to be crushed…
Shelby: Must’ve been the most satisfying thing in the world though, eh? No one wants to trespass with someone in control of a 50 tonne steel beast!
Shelby and Riley drive into the base, passing a hangar filled with planes and a few ground vehicles. The rest of Warbeast have just finished testing their new weapons and are in the middle of a break.
Before Shelby gets a chance to introduce him…
Riley: Hold up, I got this…
Riley rushes to the nearest squad member and stands on attention.
Riley: Private Riley reporting for duty ma’am! *stands on attention*
Saya: *blinks, blushes slightly and chuckles* I’m flattered but I’m not the one in charge.
Claudia walks towards Riley.
Riley: Private Riley reporting for duty, ma’am!
Claudia:…You’ve mistaken us for the feds if that’s what you’re here for.
Riley: Uh, sorry ma’am, I was actually just transferred out of there-
Claudia: We work alongside the United Allied Federation, not within them. So you can drop that boy-scout nonsense.
Riley:…Thank god! I swear my DI made me hold the salute for two hours for not doing it right.
Claudia: The recon divisions are not here to be hindered by ranks or medals, therefore we have nothing to salute each other for. We’re simply here to survey the borders for Xikaeda invasions while the UAF gets pampered. Anyway, welcome to Warbeast Battlefront.
Riley: Thanks ma’am, pleasure’s all mine!
Riley holds his hand out for a handshake, which Claudia completely ignores.
Claudia: You’ve already met Shelby, everyone else is here for the same reason you two are, and I’m Claudia, the one in charge here. Shelby, give Riley a quick tour of the place…
Claudia walks off while lighting up a cigar.
Riley: Well she’s a colourful character, ain’t she?
Shelby: She just doesn’t want the new guys getting too close to anyone in the squad, so it’s typical of her not to properly introduce us to you. But that’s where I come in, cause we gotta at least call each other something to communicate, right?
Riley: I know, right? But man, that was so cold.
Saya: Give it time to know her better and she can be really sweet.
Riley: Oh hello, who’s this?
Shelby: I’m afraid he’s no more cultured than I am. Anyway Riley, this cutie here is Saya. *puts her arm around her* You can be her friend but nothing more than that!
Saya: *blushes* Stop it, Shelby! I’m sorry Riley, seeing that we’re both Asian animals I just assumed that you spoke-
Riley: Ah it’s cool, Saya.
Shelby and Riley move on to Roza, who has just finished testing out her modified prophetic leg with a kick-activated shotgun on mannequins.
Roza: (Great, another red-tail to accompany trash-cat…)
Shelby: There’s that crazy Ruskie. Roza, meet Riley. Now unless you struggle with simple tasks don’t give him too much shit, okay?
Riley: Uh, nice to meet you sir- Ma’am!
Roza observes Riley’s fresh innocent face and unmanly stance.
Roza:…Shit, they don’t make men like they used to, do they?
Roza: How old are you?
Riley: I’m 19 and I just got out of boot camp.
Roza: *Rolls her eyes* Oh please, my father was already ripping, tearing and charging into certain death when he was 17. You teens these days have gotten soft from being pampered and cocooned from the real world out there!
Riley: Well, maybe some of us just aren’t built for war.
Roza: Neither are rodents yet look at where the fuck I am now. Oh and Shelby, thanks for giving us a new bipod! You dumb coon-ass.
Shelby: Roza’s a real charmer eh?
Riley: What’s her problem anyway, and why does she talk like an angry grandpa?
Shelby: Let’s just say she’s had a very traditional upbringing, like our boys and girls back 40 or so years ago!
Riley: Was that bad?
Shelby: Well it was back in the not-so-good old days when we used to be killing each other before the Xikaeda plague. Back when planes were glorified kites and when tanks were more likely to become steel coffins. Not to mention trench warfare…
Riley: *Shivers* I couldn’t even think about killing another animal… Coffins? Weren’t tanks indestructible back then?
Shelby: Sure they would make a nice shield to hide behind but they had the top speed of a dead horse back then. It was also common for them to dig themselves in, and breakdown…and easily become an artillery magnet.
Riley: Sounds like miserable times, Shel…