This is what i've written so far. The aliens are now going to be strange angels I think. The eldritch horrors remain eldritch horrors because fuckyeseldritchhorrors, amirite?. And some of the backstories will be rewritten and/or expanded(two with rape as backstory? Lazy as fuck writing). Still not sure if their mecha will be http://transformers.wikia.com/wiki/Combiner style mecha or just piloted. Perhaps a later plot to gain the ability which would necessitate new mecha? Changed from steam to diesel punk because i want to use pissed oil as an attack.



Oilers of War









Main charas:





Iona: Jade -





Leader of the group by order of their alien masters, grudgingly followed in battle but ignored most of the time outside battle. Dark skin, kinky hair in mostly green. Wears darker green usually offset by purple, trimmed with gold. Her father is a mechanical genius and designed a prototype walking tank. Cello. unless otherwise stated, wears a green mandarin dress with large keyhole.





Misery: Amber -





facial scar has her wearing partial masks to hide the scar and parting her hair to cover that side of face. The co-founder of the music and dance troupe, ran from her family to escape the men her father kept trying to marry her off to. Has a thing for a young scrivener who works for the burlesque but is too scared to approach him. Wears yellow predominantly, most of her clothing looks like Belle's fancy dress. Viola





Anna : Ruby -





A red haired russian, usually wears russet. Does a fan dance routine before joining. Is eventually revealed to be a czarina who ran from home after being raped by her father and uncle. In love with Iona. Unsure if reciprocation. Violin





Emma: amethyst -





A brilliant and bookish dark-haired vaguely asian looking young woman, the daughter of the owner and manager of the burlesque, she founds the group. Expand. Hetero. Double bass





Laurel: Sapphire -





Roma girl whose group is killed by Londoners while she's being raped elsewhere in the city. She joins the burlesque to escape sexual servitude after Emma offers her a place upon hearing her sing. Has a thing for Emma and anna. Violin





Story idea:





Eldritch Alien Horrors are coming. But their enemies are already here. Gabriel and Danyael are here to find heroes to be Uk's champions.

Other parts of the world have their own champions and their own Angels to train and equip them, thus allowing for varying character design; example, japan would have samurai and/or ninja based protagonists, africa would have animal based mecha, the US would have steampunk, Russia would have giant transforming faberge eggs(spiders),





UK Forms:





Amber badger





Indigo owl





Red hawk





Jade scorpion





Sapphire wolf (leg









World building:

The UK's empire is strong. It still controls India, Australia(still a prison mostly), Canada, Most of Africa. Its trading arm only strengthens its reach due to the world's largest navy with their merchant marines. The Monarchy Is strong. All soldiers are equipped with Mannlicher 85s and schonberger laumanns and ridiculously pimp looking uniforms.





The russian tsars are as strong as ever and their franco-russian pact makes their land forces a match for the UK on land.





The US is a collection of small empires instead of a nation. The south still runs on slavery while the north is heavily dependent upon trading manufactured goods and mechanized goods they build from raw materials from the south that is then sold around the world. The US military is dependent upon minutemen. Every male in the north serves. In the south only landed gentry are officers. The poor are the south's version of minutemen but poorly equipped. Their mecha are based on american superstitions like the mothman, jersey devil, and so on





The Caribbean nations get by on piracy and while they aren't as strong as the british navy, they have weaponry that allows them to face off against the british navy and the eldritch horrors when in equal numbers. DEVELOP MORE, COULD BE SUPER INTERESTING





South America is under assault by the british Empire and Spain's working together. They're all stealthy and when the UK+S forces are defeated, it's always by hand and weapons stolen.





Asia: Japan controls all asian nations. When the aliens attack the peasant uprising and the samurai backed emperor come to a pax. Four samurai women and one ninja are tapped to be their country's protectors. Octopus, gojira, moth (two more kaiju based mecha)





Australia Stereotypealooza. The group is run by a croc dundee expy an four aboriginal men. Drop bear, Black widow, platypus, kangaroo, tazmanian devil





Page 0 TITLE Splash panel

Seal is released Underwater. Bubbles percolate up.





Page 1





Five women, colorcoded, in pinstriped skirtsuits, each with a different instrument play music and sing.





Don'tcha





Page 2

Continued singing over the panels

Panel 1

Instruments are moved away from and their hands are at collars

Panel 2

Jackets and blouses are torn away, revealing halter tops and chains.

Panel 3

Skirts are torn away, revealing ruffled panties under a pinstripe half skirt that only covers the arse. Stockings/garter belt, knee high boots. The usual for the genre.





Page 3

Panel 1

Girls are in their dressing room, now wearing thin shifts and their colorcoded stockings still as boots are removed. Misery is blushing

Scarlett: Did you see who was watching the rehearsal again. Well, watching Misery actually.

Panel 2

Laughter from the rest.

Iona: Just give him a tumble in the hay, Mis. He's a little sweetie.

Laurel: It's true. He may just be a scrivener but he is so nice. He's the one who designs our show posters.





Page 4

Panel 1

The girls are leaving the burlesque.

Panel 2

Iona is walking along an outdoor market, holding a small baguette and some cheese.

Iona, thought: I wonder what father is doing? I'll surprise him with dinner!

Panel 3

Iona's father is underneath a cool looking diesel race car then slams his head on the vehicle.

Iona: Father!

Iona Father: --SHIT! Princess!

Panel 4

He's cleaning off his hands as she finishes laying out the dinner.

Iona Father: So what brings you here to surprise me? Did your mother write you?

Iona: Why? What did you do‽





Page 5

Panel 1

He looks over at a vehicle covered with a tarp

IF: I've just been working on a project. The Imperial Order gave me a nice sized grant to work on a project and I've been really enjoying it.

Panel 2

Iona looks sceptical.

Iona: And you've been ignoring mother for work, haven't you?

Panel 3:

He looks a little abashed

IF: … perhaps…. A bit?





Page 6

Panel 1, splash:

He reveals the project to her, a twin tracked APC with two turrets on the top that move independently, flame throwers, sawblade throwers, manually spun gatling guns on pinions, a vaguely dung beetle look to it, and mortar tubes running down the back like spines.

IF: eh? Eh?

Panel 2, inset:

Iona face palming.





Page 7:

Panel 1

Misery is sitting in a tea House, idly stirring her drink, reading a magazine.

Misery, thought: I wonder what its really like under the sea? I wish a man like Nemo would kidnap me and take me on an adventure. Only without….

Panel 2

She's finished her meal and has left the establishment. We see she's carrying a copy of Magasin d'Éducation et de Récréation with the Nautilus engraved on the cover.

Misery, thought: What to do now?

Panel 3

Window shopping

Panel 4

Stripped down to her shift, being fitted for a new corset.

Fitter: Breathe out, my dear. Oh, I wish I had a bosom as fine as yours.





Page 8

Panel 1

Laurel looks around

Panel 2

Ducks into a dark alley

Panel 3

Money changes hands between her and woman of negotiable virtue

Panel 4

The pro is on her knees, orally and digitally pleasuring Laurel leans against a filthy brick wall as she feels herself up.

A whistle sounds

Panel 5

A bobby appears, the two women make a run for it

Panel 6

The pro is caught

Panel 7

Laurel makes it to safety





Page 9

Panel 1

Scarlett and Emma are sitting in a carriage.

Scarlett: thank you for coming with me.

Emma: I've wanted to see this exhibit since they announced it!

Panel 2, splash

They're walking amongst statues made of found objects, making up humans fighting their way out of muck or something. Some seem to be being drawn in and having given up.





Page 10

Panel 1, splash

A meteor streaks through the air

Panel 2, inset

Strikes the ground, leaving a massive divot





Page 11

Panel 1

Iona is wearing a shift, her strap off one arm working on her hair as she looks at the mirror.

Iona, thought: perhaps Colin will ask me to tea again tonight? He's there for most of our performances. What should I wear?

Panel 2

She's walking down the stairs in a knee length gold trimmed purple velvet skirt with two rows of brass buttons, knee high socks and boots nearly as high, a gold satin blouse, and a matching to skirt double breasted jacket that is off the shoulders.

Panel 3

Her mother is dressed like a maid but her dress is blue with orange piping on it.

Iona mother: your breakfast is in the oven, don't forget to bank the fire. I'm off to work. Have a good show!

Iona: thank you mummy!

Panel 4

Iona pulling herself up onto the dieselpunk tram carrying her other clothes on a small carpet bag, ignoring the cat calls.

"Hey pretty girl, wanna spread the good word? Today it's legs." "Ever ridden a cossack?"





Page 12

Panel 1

Laurel awakes in between two dark skinned women.

Laurel, thought: … fuck.

Panel 2

She gathers up her clothing

Panel 3

we see her leave the room wearing one just one stocking and her shift, holding the rest of her clothes.

Panel 4

Then enter the flat across from the one she left

Panel 5

She washes herself with lavender water in a small porcelain vessel.





Page 13

Panel 1

The protags are lined up with the rest of the people working the burlesque except emma and a gentleman with the most badass mustache ever in front of them

Emma: this is Colonel Giles Windam-Pryce, lord of Greystoke, he's a new investor in the troupe and he's also, obviously, a former military man. As one of the stipulations of his investment, all members will take part in a weekly self-defense course and a weekly fitness course. My parents and I agree it's an excellent idea.

Emma: Lord Greystoke?

Panel 2

Thank you, miss Emma. And please, all of you, call me Gilly in private. In public, Colonel is more than acceptable. Now, i know some of you are groaning at the idea of this. But I had a friend who might have survived if she had had some basic training in defense.

Panel 3

He's holding up a short but wide push dagger.

I'll be teaching you a number of moves to escape holds, use everyday items to defend yourself, and suggesting a few items to add to your personal carry. I'll be supplying the more basic items like this dagger.

Panel 4

He's got them lined up, 22 women against 22 men but eight of the women facing each other.

Panel 5

He's slapping a man on the back of the head with a woman looking surprised

Gilly: if i ever see you grab a woman like that aga—

Woman: Gil-Colonel—uhh, sir, he's my husband.

Gilly: oh. Apologies. But still, inappropriate. We'll come to fending off those types of attacks in a week or so. My wife and sister will be your instructor for that, though. And Gilly, please, my dear.





Page 14

Panel 1

The comet is burrowing into the ground.

Panel 2

The comet begins expanding

Panel 3

A shoot expands upwards, looking like a blue tree at first.

Panel 4

It begins to expand in a mildly disturbing manner as tentacles and blue lighs erupt from the tree.





Page 15

Panel 1

The five young ladies are in an ornate public bathroom, two still washing themselves down in the shower while iona, scarlett, and emma are in the large cedar tub inset in the floor. Japanese visual cues with hot water bubbling up out of a 3d mountain expanding out of a wall mural.

Iona is laughing as emma is tugged under the water by scarlett.

Panel 2

The other two have joined them as Iona is standing, her body partially hidden by the towel.

Iona: i'll be right back. I'm gonna have them send in some champagne.

Misery: caviar and latkes too.

Emma: don't forget the lemon and creme fraiche and fried quail's eggs.

Panel 3

They're all looking at her with doubt on their face.

Emma: it's delicious! Try it.

Panel 3

Iona is talking to a woman working at the bath house.

Attendant: a gentleman is picking up your tab. He saw your performance last night and when he saw you come in just after him, he wanted to thank you for a wonderful evening.

Panel 4

The five are gorging on their treat. The caviar is white.