Panel 1 - In a wind-whipped sky on the Shi'ar homeworld, above a citadel, STORM casts lightning from each of her hands (she is in her new costume and mohawk hairdo). One is deflected by the hammer of BETA-RAY BILL, the other by the power cosmic of the SILVER SURFER.
STORM: No! I will not!
BETA-RAY BILL: Woman! You must!
Panel 2 - The weather beginning to calm, the SILVER SURFER approaches STORM on his board. STORM is listening and calming, but her guard is up.
SURFER: All of his heralds, former and recent, are gone. I am the last there is.
SURFER: I have to discover what happened to them and why.
Panel 3 - From above, we see STORM, the SURFER, and BETA-RAY BILL hovering close to each other, looking past us and the storm clouds. SURFER is pointing upwards, BETA-RAY holds his hammer
across his chest. STORM looks conflicted.
SURFER: But I need Bill's help, and the master cannot be without the merciful guiding hand of a herald.
SURFER: Outside of yourself, I know of none more honourable in the galaxy.
BETA-RAY BILL: (or closer...)
Panel 4 - STORM looks at BETA-RAY, his face offers nothing.
Panel 5 - She looks down at the Shi'ar rooftops.
Panel 6 - Close-up, STORM looks up into the sky again, now determined.
Panel 7 - STORM flies upwards, away from the SURFER and BILL, punching a hole in the clouds.
Panel 8 - Foreground, STORM flies away from us. In the background, knee-deep in the clouds, the towering silhouette of GALACTUS watches her approach.
STORM: But be about your business quickly, Surfer. I am pledged to the cause of life.
STORM: I have no wish to be a bringer of death.
[Next page would be a half page splash of GALACTUS, hand outstretched, bestowing the power cosmic on STORM, followed by a panel blast cosmic light, then a full page splash of STORM in her new form as a (temporary) herald, flying into space.]