Saga
Project Overview
Short Version: It depicts a husband and wife from long-warring extraterrestrial races, Alana and Marko, fleeing authorities from both sides of a galactic war as they struggle to care for their newborn daughter, Hazel, who occasionally narrates the series.
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Young Adult - Middle Age
Honey, Beatrice is a name for a good girl. Does this look like a boring good girl to you?
She needs a name. I don't want my child to die without a--
Don't! Don't you ever say those words to me!
Young Adult - Middle Age
Haltu! Mi avertas vin, ne tusu min!
I /trusted/ you.
You took a firearm?! Are you insane?! Do you have any idea what the statistics are for parents who keep one of those in--
Alana: Easy, it's just a heartbreaker. They're nonlethal.
Have /you/ ever been shot with one? because I have, and it hurt like the day my dog died....
Young Adult
This is how an idea becomes real.
I was born on a planet called Cleave, an ancient ball of mud circling a faded old star. It never had much strategic value, but the place still mattered. To me, anyway.
He just could't say no to her.
Young Adult - Middle Age
I'm not sure if you were briefed on this, but I've jut returned from a two-year tour of hell, so--
Holy shit, we're still posting people to Cleave? I thought that was just an urban legend they used to scare new recruits.
But... I've already served my time! I just survived one of the worst sneak attacks in military history!
Young Adult - Middle Age
Anybody home?
*Aggression* You wasted a beautiful creature like that on an audition? I don't give a fuck who you are, my union rep is gonna--
She's not an animal, she's a Lying Cat. Her kind isn't big on... ornamentation, so I'd keep it plain.
Lying.
*Meow*
*Hiss*
Young Adult - Middle Age
Hold on, this app was trying to auto-update and now my whole thing is frozen. Are you even getting a signal in here?
Special Agent Gale, Secret Intelligence. Sorry, am I supposed to genuflect or something? I'm not up on my royalist protocols.
Anyway, this ugly fuck is a Wreath foot soldier we know only as Prisoner #9763572. Eighteen months ago, he surrendered to coalition forces on a Cleave battlefield. Claimed to be a "conscientious objector."
Middle Age - Senior
I'm Vez. You're hired.
Bad enough I have to taste your Language in my mouth, I don't need it burrowing into my ears.
His name is Marko. The Tablets of Prophecy have just revealed that he'll soon be responsible for the deaths of millions of innocent souls.
I want you deep, baby!
Is it the new leg again? I swear, their surgeons are butchers. Do you want me to get on top?
Of course, IV. Things will be better once we're away from this godforsaken flock.
Young Adult - Middle Age
This is Baron Robot XXIII of the Coalition Forces, commanding you to surrender at once!
Drop whatever you're holding and put your hands in the air.
We are duly licensed military police officers on an approved law enforcement mission. Now step away from the prisoner and--
Middle Age
Stupid... kids. Stop talking... and go.
Like I said... stupid. Now hurry... before the constables get here. That grate behind you... leads down to the sewers.
And here... for you, pops. It's what I bought... with the cash I got... for selling you out. I know it don't make us square... but... but..
Young Adult - Middle Age
Is that moony speaking Language?
Young Adult - Middle Age
We should cut it's fuckin' tongue out.
Young Adult
Your excellency!
D-meter's picking up exotic matter. We've got /magic/ incoming.
Middle Age - Senior
(Addressing Marko, not in a friendly manner) Alta Soldato Marko!
(An Order)Vi estas kompatinda!
I'm so sorry to intrude, but Prince Robot IV has a gentleman caller.
He said his business was... /sensitive/.
Teen - Young Adult
Appears in: Issue 2
Looks like you could use a hand.
Nah, we can project some nasty stuff into outsiders' heads, but that's just an illusion.
Alana: No, you're... you're Horrors.
Is that seriously what you guys call indigenous peoples? That's kind of racist, don't you think
Young Adult - Middle Age
Hey, you. Your signal sucks, where are you?
The Wreath job. Look, don't hate me, but... you know you're not my only guy, right?
Come on, I know it's a crowded field, but a guy like you could retire on this kinda payday. What if your targets give everybody else the slip?