Just...leave me alone!
INT. Forum Ready Room. Day.
When we open, we see people are running around getting ready for battle. Tiara is directing their efforts, dressed out in a hot skintight uniform. Two
pistols are dangling at her side, and a riot shield is slung over her back. She's shouting out orders to the flustered members. As she's shouting, a TV monitor
behind her is displaying the situation in the forum. We move up and past Tiara to get a head's-on-view of the TV monitor. As we are zooming in, the battle
noises keep getting louder and louder. When we are right up against the screen, the battle noises are at normal pitch, and we continue zooming inwards.
We are now at the battle, and in a soldier's POV. Bullets are whizzing over our head, and numerous dead or wounded are lying on the ground. Shattered
riot shields are laying everywhere, as the teams try and hold back the tide. We cut to darkage and Stryke 9.
dark: Why the hell aren't those-(he ducks to dodge a bullet) defence turrets coming on line?!
Strkye: How the hell should I know! Get Corhellion on the line! Ask him!
darkage nods and, half-crouches, half-runs off. We follow him with the camera as he passes rows of other soldiers, all buckled down, with bullets
flying overhead. Suddenly, a riot shield bursts right in front of him. He falls to the ground, and we cut to a front view of him, as the transparant shards of the
shield fall on top of him. He yells and covers his face with his hands. The chaos stops for him. Mute all sound. We cut to a close-up of his vest. A large, red
drop falls from the top of the screen and hits it. We cut to dark's POV. His arms move away, and above him, suddenly, is a dead soldier, blood dripping
from a wound in his chest. We cut back to the forward view, as dark is visibly very startled and scampers backwards. He stops. Breathing heavily, he
regains his composure, swallows and crawls back past the dead man. We follow him with the camera until he reaches a radio-man.
dark: Hey! HEY! I need yo use your radio!
radio: What for?
Darkage pulls out a badge, with the words: DARKAGE: GENERAL. The radio-man is startled.
radio: Oh, uh, s-s-sir! Sure!
dark: (Grins) Good.
Darkage reaches for the phone on the man's backpack, and we cut to:
