Fade from black. We open to an external view of the HLP forum station. A large hole, with numerous beams and spars sticking out every which way, can be seen. Begin to play solemn music and credits. Cut to a close-up side view of the hole. Begin to slide to the right. Wreckage and debree can be seen floating past the camera. A few dead bodies silently bounce off of some loose beams. Continue to move to the right.
Shrike: (Voice-Over) When wEvil came, we were unprepared. (Pauses, as more debris drifts past.) We mounted a defence as fast as we could, but it was too late. His hordes quickly overran our outer defenses. If it had not been for the heros that rose out of the ashes...
We cut from the space scene, and show some drawn (ish) flash-backs of Setekh and Thunder battling wEvil, Carl bashing some heads, and, finally, daveb, as he stopped the Interplay fleet, but also killed himself. Cut back to the space scene. Now we are looking directly into the hole, and are zooming inwards.
Shrike: (Voice-Over) All would have surely been lost...
We are now inside the hole, and are going ever closer to the center of it. End credits, but play music still. We can hear voices.
Voice 1: (As if through Radio) Roger that...Ok, move it over here some more!
Voice 2: (Through Radio) Roger...repositioning now.
Continue to zoom in. Now we see some lights, and, as we zoom in closer, shapes appear. The lights are coming from a construction robot and two men in spacesuits. One man is piloting the robot, which is simply an exo-skeleton. The lights are mounted on their shoulders, a la Aliens. The exo is moving a large spar into place, and the other man (Voice 1) is moving his arms around like a construction worker. Cut to a behing-the-back view of the man.
Voice 1: (Radio) That's it, that's it. Keep it going now....Goooood, lock in place.
The exo begins some maneuvers at the base of the beam. A welding torch flares into being. Sparks begin to fly from the base. Fade out to black.
Shrike: (Voice-Over, screen is still black) Reconstruction efforts have begun, but it will take a long time before the destroyed forum is rebuilt.
Fade from black. We can here someone yelling. Blue sparks are flying everywhere. It is obvious we are in the middle of a giant construction effort.
Shrike: (Voice-Over) That is, unless Kazan has his way.
It turns out that the person that was yelling was really Kazan. He's smacking a couple of papers in his hand with the back of his other hand, and yelling out orders to a person in front of them, and trying to get his voice out over all of the loud noises.
Kazan: (Yelling) Look! Right here it says that spar B goes into slot B! Not the other way around! No, no, no! Don't use a C-Spar, use an S-Spar.
The person in front of him launches a protest. It's daimondgeezer.
DG: (Heavy Scottish accent) I'm sorry, but I can't deeeeeeeeew it cap'n! It simply wouldn't hold!
Kazan: Of course it'll hold! It'll hold if I tell you it'll hold!
DG: But sir!
Kazan: No buts! I want this thing FINISHED!
DG: Aye, sir!
As daimondgeezer wheels around and starts to yell out orders, we fade to:
Well, what do you guys think? That was short, cause I have to go now, so cya later! I'll check it when I get home!;)
