Epic/Issue One

Transcript (unfinished)
We open in space. An astronaut in a red suit is seen drilling into an asteroid. A voice comes over the intercom in his suit. A shadow floats over E-45, who looks up in shock. The next panel is black. On earth, a slightly overweight teen with messy hair is seen falling from up high while screaming. Luckily, a line attached to him catches him from hitting the floor. A blonde teen walks over to him. Victor pushes Jackson and Jackson grabs the wall and starts crawling up it. He slips. A hand grabs Jackson before he falls. Jackson looks up and sees the person who saved him, who is revealed to be a blond girl with pink highlights in her hair. Jackson grabs on to the wall again. The girl climbs far faster and farther than him. Gwen makes it to the top with Jackson not far behind. Jackson crawls up and jumps, attempting to grab the top of the wall. He falls and plummets all the way back down, failing again. Jackson looks up at Gwen. Gwen detaches Jackson's wire and he finally hits the ground. Victor helps him up.
 * Director 17: Space Miner E-45, this is Director 17, do you read me?
 * E-45: This is Space Miner E-45, I hear you loud and clear.
 * Director 17: What is your report of the day?
 * E-45: So far I have found traces of silver, gold, and iron inside of the asteroids I've mined. Will be sending them back down to you in ground control in a bit.
 * Director 17: Alright. Be safe up there, okay?
 * E-45: Worried about me, Karen?
 * Director 17: I'm Director 17 right now, Tom.
 * E-45: Oh right, must've forgot.
 * Director 17: You didn't forget at all.
 * E-45: You're right. I just think it's cute when you're mad.
 * E-45: Oh... my god...
 * Director 17: What is it?
 * Director 17: Space Miner E-45, do you copy...? 45, do you copy? Tom, what's happening?
 * Blonde Boy: How do you keep slipping while climbing the wall? You really gotta take care of that, it's becoming a pattern, Jack.
 * Jackson: I have naturally s-sweaty palms, you know th-that, Victor! And stop calling me Jack, i-it's really annoying!
 * Victor: Jackson, seriously, I know you wanna lose weight but clearly this isn't working out. It's okay to give up and try something else, guy. Like maybe try the treadmill.
 * Jackson: I-I don't wanna give up!
 * Victor: Why?
 * Jackson: B-because I d-don't!
 * Victor: Okay, Jesus... one more try and if you fall again we're leaving, alright?
 * Jackson: Fine...
 * Victor: I'm gonna give you a push. Grab the wall when you're close enough.
 * Jackson (narration): I'm Jackson Pierce. I'm a 14-year-old high schooler attending Paul Britain High. Growing up, I looked up to action movie heroes, hero army guys, and just people who "save the day". They were my idols. Me and my best friend, Victor Nyman, have been training at this gym for a while. He's doing it to impress girls, but me... I'm doing it to be just like the heroes in the movies. I wanna grow up and I wanna save the day. But man is it a hard journey to get to that point... harder than most of the heroes' plights to become special. But I think I can do it!
 * Jackson (narration): Or not.
 * Jackson (narration): Or...?
 * ???: Hey, you alright?
 * Girl: Almost fell again.
 * Jackson: Uh... n-no, yeah, I'm fine...
 * Jackson (narration): That's Gwen Neilson. She's one of the popular kids at my school and she loves doing stuff like this. Climbing, jogging, if it involves exercise in any way she's probably into it. She's so cool, I can't believe she isn't even afraid of being this high up...
 * Gwen: So are you okay?
 * Jackson: Yeah, I'm cool. You know, I've just been exercising so much today. My arms must be finally giving way!
 * Gwen: Oh, you don't need to lie to impress me.
 * Jackson (narration): Immediately assumed I was lying... ouch...
 * Gwen: Come on, we're almost at the top. I'm ninety percent positive you can do this.
 * Jackson (narration): She thinks I can... wow... come on, Jackson, don't let her down!
 * Gwen: Come on, guy, just a bit more!
 * Jackson (narration): Probably shouldn't of went for the style points...
 * Gwen: Hey!
 * Gwen: You did pretty good! next time you might even make it!
 * Jackson: Uh... thanks! thank you so much!
 * Gwen: You're welcome!
 * Victor: You alright?
 * Jackson: Ow... yeah, I'm fine...
 * Victor: So... Gwen Neilson, huh? Goddamn... you know, from down here I can almost see up her shorts.
 * Jackson: You're a weird guy, Victor...
 * Victor: I am. I am a weird guy. And I have no problem with that.