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INT. General Discussions. DayFade from black. What we first see is a scene of relative complacency, however, as we pan around the room, we see two large double-doors, banging.
They're close, but it's obvious something behind them is trying to get out. Suddenly, they burst open, sending shards of metal flying. Board members run and
duck for cover, as a large, human-shaped object flys through the air and leaves a large hole in the wall. It slumps to the ground. We cut to a front view of the
figure. It's vadar_1. He wipes a hand across his face to get some blood off.
vadar_1: Why you ****ing sons of *****es!He leaps from his position and flys into the room, fists flailing. Screams can be heard from the inside, and numerous n00bs are sent flying outwards. We cut to:
INT. Forum Control Room. Day.We are immediatley following an anonomous figure at a very high rate through a small crowd of people. As he stops in front of a desk, we cut to the name plaque on it.
Plaque: Shrike- HLP Admin.All we can see are Shrike's feet resting on top of the desk, and a small part of his figure, holding a coffee mug, with the Volition logo on it. To our
right is the lower torso of our figure. When they are talking, we can't see anything but this.
Shrike: (Stirs) Yes, what is it?The figure hands Shrike a portfolio. After a couple seconds of reading, Shrike sits straight up.
Shrike: Is this for real?
Figure: Yes, sir. It has been confirmed by multiple sources.
Shrike: (Sighs) Very well....we can't risk this flame war spreading into other forums....(sighs)...deploy the 1st infintrary division to take care of it.He slumps back into his desk and sighs. We cut to:
INT. Forum Ready Room. Day.We open to the familiar ready-room, with all the original lockers and weapon racks. Numerous people, now dressed out in a standardized uniform, are getting ready. Clips and buckles are locked into position. We hear a voice coming out of the crowd.
Voice: Alright, let's kick some ass people! Stun sticks and riot shields, go!We go to the floor and begin zooming in on the person. It's our old friend Gortef. He's eyeing the entire crowd with one bad-ass eye, and an un-lit
cigar is hanging out of his mouth. We cut to:
INT. General Discussions (Side Thread). Day.About 5 minutes have passed. The teams are just entering the offending thread and setting up their riot shields and defensive positions, when they are suddenly assailed by a multitude of chairs, people and anything that can be lifted by the human arm. We cut to a soldier's view just behind the riot shields.
Gortef is shouting orders to diamondgeezer.
Gortef: Alright! Look, I want an entire wall of riot shields, moving up towards them. These new models can take anything, just as long as it's not to close, so
stay back aways! Get the stun sticks up front, and knock out any opposers! Got it?
diamondgeezer: Roger!He turns to face behind himself.
diamondgeezer: Alright! Blue, Gold and Green teams, come with me! Yellow, cover our flanks! The rest of you, go with Gortef!One member gets up to move towards him, when suddenly a few loud pops are heard, followed by more sounds, bullets begin to ping off the riot shields. The nenber is hit and goes down spinning.
Smoke and debris are flying into the air. We cut to the wounded soldier, lying screaming on the floor, with large quantities of blood seeping from an open wound in his sholder.
Soldier: OH GOD! OH PLEASE, GOD, DON'T LET ME DIE! Gortef rushes up to him, accomponied by another soldier.
Gortef: (Grunts) Damn newbies! Can't take a bullet, can ya?!We can see that several large holes are in his arm, seeping blood. He turns to the accompanying solder.
Gortef: Cover us with that shield! I'll get him out of here!The soldier nods, and starts to raise his shield to begin defelcting bullets. As soon as he does, we hear a loud SMACK. The soldier drops to the floor, blood
seeping from his forehead, a large hole in his riot shield.
Gortef: ****! MEDIC! We need a medic over here!A bullet pings off right next to him.
Gortef: ****ING BASTARDS! DIE!He leaps up, and begins firing off at random. A bullet catches him in the arm, and the gun flys out of his hand. He goes spinning to the ground. We cut to a
SPOV (Soldier's Point Of View) of diamondgeezer and his squads. They're in no better shape, with numerous dead lying on the ground. We (the
camera) run over to diamondgeezer himself and Grey Wolf 2009. The latter's yelling into a headset, trying to call in some support.
Grey: Negaitve! Number of enemies unknown! (he ducks to avoid a bullet) No, I can't tell where it's coming from! Look, we need some heavy weaponry to come in from our entry point, STAT!We cut to:
How's THAT, huh?