Panel 1: Side view of Kid Gladiator/Kubark slamming shut his locker door. He’s wearing the suit that is the school uniform. Warbird is standing at attention next to him, arms crossed. Kubark is glancing over his shoulder, having heard something.
Kubark: “Hah! They call that mere collection of a continent or two a great empire? The Shi’Ar make these ‘Ro-Mons’ look like-“
Off-panel, Broo: “I’m so sorry to sound needy, but…I really do need my books back.”
Panel 2: Wide shot of Glob Herman holding some brightly-colored textbooks in one of his hands, dangling them in the air about a foot or two above Broo, who is standing underneath him, his arms stretched upwards, a confused and worried look on his face. Several other students are standing by watching- some appear horrified, some embarrassed- perhaps wanting to do something, but scared to act, while others, such as Hellion and Match, are openly gleeful (the background students are open to the artist’s decision.) In the foreground are the backs of Kid Gladiator and Warbird’s heads as they observe the scene.
Glob: “ Maybe you could get ‘em if you were a REAL mutant!”
Broo: “But…I AM a-“
Panel 3: Front shot of Armor pushing past Kid Gladiator and Warbird, both of whom look outraged at her “infraction.” Armor is determined, fists clenched, an angry look on her face.
Armor: “Glob, give him the books back.”
Panel 4: We see Armor from behind, making her way towards Glob, who has now turned to her, still holding the books in one hand. Broo is standing behind him, mouth dropped, worried about the commotion his problem has caused.
Glob: “Make me, Hisa-“
Panel 5: Armor now has her powers activated, pink psionic exoskeleton on. She is punching Glob in the face, eyebrows furrowed, teeth gritted, springing into action. We only see them from the waist up.
Panel 6: Hisako now has Glob on the ground, her knees pinning his chest to the floor. In one armored hand she is grabbing the collar of his shirt, while the other is drawn back, about to punch again. Glob’s hands are held up, palms spread, perhaps in surrender, perhaps trying to ward her off. Students are in the background, including Kid Gladiator and Hellion, many with eager smiles.
Hellion: “Fight! Fight!”
Kid Gladiator: “Fight! Fight!”
Panel 1: Wolverine is standing in his headmaster suit, one hand on his hip and the other in a fist, claws unsheathed. He looks extremely pissed off as he stares at the reader with a frontal view.
Headmaster Logan: “You two. My office. NOW.”
Panel 2: Kid Gladiator is leaned over a drinking fountain in another sideshot, reminiscent of the first one, with Warbird once again standing nearby at attention. One of her eyebrows is raised this time, though, while Kubark drinks.
Kid Gladiator: “Warbird?”
Warbird: “Yes, my lord?”
Panel 3: Kid Gladiator and Warbird are now walking down the hallway, towards the viewer, lockers on both sides. It is visibly darker. Kid Gladiator is wiping his mouth with his sleeve as Warbird looks at him attentively, listening to what he is saying.
Kid Gladiator: “Why did the girl step in to protect the weakling?”
Warbird: “During the brawl?”
Kid Gladiator: “Yes…it didn’t make any sense. That… Glob character is far superior in physique and strength to the Broodling.
Panel 4: Kid Gladiator is gesturing with his hands, palms open, to himself, while Warbird looks straight ahead now stoically.
Kid Gladiator: “The strong are SUPPOSED to walk all over the weak, yes?”
Warbird: “I won’t pretend to know much about this planet, My Lord. But if I know one thing about it, it’s that their ways are very different from ours.”
Panel 5: Shot of Armor on her knees in a classroom, scrubbing a desk with a washcloth, a spray bottle in her other hand. Her sleeves are rolled up, and she’s wearing an apron over her white shirt and black skirt (part of her school uniform). We’re looking at her from behind, but at a slight angle, so we can see part of her face. A shadow is falling across her, and she’s looking out of the corner of her eyes.
Text-box, Warbird: “Perhaps you should ask one of its inhabitants, instead.”
Armor: “ (…Rogue never even USES this classroom, don’t see why I have to-)”
Panel 1: Armor has turned around her upper body so she can see the speaker, Kid Gladiator. He is standing above her, arms crossed, while Warbird guards the door seriously, swords in hand. Armor is raising an eyebrow, while Kubark glares down, betraying no emotion.
Armor: “Oh. It’s you.”
Kid Gladiator: “ What does that mean? ‘It’s me?’ “
Panel 2: Armor and Kid Gladiator are facing each other. Armor’s shrugging, her eyes closed, a bit mockingly. Kid Gladiator’s holding up a hand, biting his lip, as if trying to control himself.
Armor: “Nothing much. It’s just, you seem to make sure everyone knows who you are. Lord Kubark, aka Kid Gladiator, the amazing Shi’Ar prince who’s way too good for all us puny Earthlings.”
Warbird, off-panel: “How dare you-“
Kid Gladiator: “I’ll excuse your disrespect just this once.”
Panel 3: View of the doorway. Armor is walking past Warbird, through it, Kid Gladiator visible behind her as he follows, while Warbird stares at the girl venomously. Armor is carrying her washcloth and spray bottle.
Armor: “You’re not MY lord, so I’ll disrespect you as much as I want. These desks look clean enough to you?”
Kid Gladiator: “I care not about the menial tasks involved in your punishment. I simply desire to ask you something.”
Panel 4: View of Armor and Kid Gladiator from the shoulders up. She is pointedly looking forward as they walk past lockers while Kid Gladiator points at her, mouth open.
Armor: “Fire away.”
Kid Gladiator: “You are clearly one of the few strong ones at this excuse for a school.”
Armor: “Uh, that’s kind of a big generalization.”
Panel 5: The door to a closet marked “Custodian” is slightly ajar. Kid Gladiator has his hands on his hips and is throwing his head back. If he weren’t wearing his sunglasses, he’d probably be rolling his eyes.
Kid Gladiator: “I also care not for particulars. What I want to know is why someone as strong as you would ever stoop yourself so low as to give aid to that puny creature from this morning.”
Armor, off-panel, from inside the closet: “His NAME is Broo.”
Panel 1: Armor is within the dark janitor’s closet, setting her spray bottle on the highest shelf by making armor around only her arm to allow herself to reach it. She’s looking at Kubark out of the corner of her eyes. Kid Gladiator is no longer visible, but there’s a small line of light where the door is open, which he is clearly standing outside of.
Kid Gladiator: “If he can’t hold his own against me in a ring of battle for at least one of your Earthly minutes, I see no reason why he deserves to have me call him by his name.”
Armor: “Is that all you care about on Shi’Ar-World? Who’s the strongest, who could beat up who?”
Panel 2: Armor is now outside again. Her hand is on the doorknob, since she has just shut it, and she’s finally actually looking at Kid Gladiator, somewhat curious. He’s stroking his chin with one hand, the other still on his hip. Warbird is still just standing in the background, waiting for the two students to move.
Kid Gladiator: “Well…yes. Of course. Strength shown in trial by combat is what makes a Shi’Ar a warrior. Defeating one’s enemies…it’s how one becomes a hero.”
Kid Gladiator: “Really.”
Panel 3: Close-up on Armor and Kid Gladiator’s heads. She is staring intently at him, just as determined as when she attacked Glob earlier.
Armor: “Well, here on Earth, we like to think of heroes as something else. Something better.”
Panel 4: Close-up only on Armor now. She’s smiling a bit, but she hasn’t relaxed- she’s not being friendly with Kid Gladiator, just giving him a lesson.
Armor: “On Earth, heroes don’t fight to see who’s the best. They fight to protect people who can’t protect themselves. People like Broo.”
Panel 5: Armor is now walking down the dark, nighttime hallway of the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning, away from Kid Gladiator and Warbird. Kubark looks extremely confused, while Warbird appears concerned for him.
Panel 6: A shot of the JGSHL from above. Only a few lights are on, while the rest of the school is dark.
Text-box, Kid Gladiator: “I don’t…understand…”