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Offline Unknown Target

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Just a quick question for all of you: anyone know how long this is (in pages)?

BTW, admins, personally, the **** filter is really annoying for this thread ;)

 

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Here you go guys, kinda longish if I do say so myself. Plus, as promised, Flaser+ Stunaep: you guys are in ;)

EDIT: I decided to rename the first one to Hard Light, and this one will be Hard Light 2: Storms.

INT. Random Machinery Corridor. Night.

We fade from black, bairly any time has passed, and we open to a long and

dark corridor. Our view is partially obscured by some pipes. Two figures are

standing in a cloud of fog, exhumed from the pipes, talking in hushed,

whispered voices. A rat scurries past our view. We cut to a fish-eye view

above the two people. From their voices, we can tell they are Gortef

and darkage. We raise their voices a bit so we can hear them.


Gortef: So, darkage, what are we doing here???

darkage: Look, man, I think something's going on. Sandwich killing somebody.

I mean, he does it a LOT, but never unnecessarily. Max didn't do anything to

deserve that, and that's what bugs me.

Gortef: You're just paranoid...

darkage: Am I? Look at it this way: Ever since that new admin got here,

Tiara's gone nuts, Sandwich gets disbanded, Zeronet, a suspected fellon, gets

put in the admin slot to replace him, and the security cameras are starting

to pick up small, mysterious gatherings of people...

Gortef: Like us?

darkage: I'm serious! This doesn't smell right, I mean it.

Gortef: (Sighs) Look, there is NOTHING wro--

He is interuppted by a calm, soft and yet commanding voice. We snap
down to a behind-the-back view of the two. An eirie figure emerges from the

gloom. He stays perfectly still, making no movements.


Voice: There is something most definately wrong, my old friend Gortef.

Something is most definately wrong indeed.

Gortef: (stunned, turns to look at darkage) You invite him?

darkage: (Flabbergasted) No--no! I didn't! Who are you?

Voice: I am from a time before...

The figure dissapates. Gortef and darkage turn to look at one another.

Suddenly, the voice comes from the other end of the corridor.


Voice: I was once quite popular here, if I remember correctly.

darkage and Gortef whirl around quickly to face the voice. We shift camera

views accordingly.


Gortef: Alright, enough with this. Who the **** are you, why are you here,

and what interest do you have in the forums here?

Voice: I am...a wanderer. That will suffice for now. However, as I speak, the

enemy's iron grip grows ever stronger. It will not be long now before we must

bow before him, unless we do something to stop him! I already have my most

trusted men in position, and they are recruiting as many forum regulers as

they can, but the lurkers and n00bs are far outpacings us. Even the Board

Defence Force is compromised.

darkage gasps with surprise, and Gortef takes a step back, in shock.

darkage: How do we know what you say is true?

Wanderer: You must simply...believe.

darkage: (Sighs grudgingly) Alright, then, what do you want US to do?

Wanderer: One of the admins has recently signed a Get-Out-of-Jail-Free order

for Tiara. She's being let loose, and we need someone to...look after her.

darkage: But won't the other's be watching her...?

Gortef finally speaks up, and by the tone of his voice, we can tell that

he finally accepts the wanderer's speech as the truth.


Gortef: Don't you get it? The ADMIN'S are the one's who set her free. At

least one of them, we don't know who to trust anymore.

Wanderer: I do. Through my sources, I believe the last two admins that have

not come in contact with the enemy are Black Ace and Shrike. We must reach

them as soon as possible, before they can be converted.

Gortef: No way. Not Shrike. I don't know about Black Ace, but Shrike will NOT

turn.

Wanderer: Perhaps it would be best if he did, if we cannot reach him in

time...

darkage: What do you mean?

Wanderer: The Enemy will not allow any admins that they have not converted to

simply be killed. They would imprison his mind, his very essence, and

constantly feed him pain, turning his own nerves against him. They can do

this for quite some time, given today's life-extension technology. Almost 150

years, I believe.

darkage: No!

Wanderer: Yes. Therefore, we must hurry...

All three begin to run down the corridor, and we cut to:

INT. Admin Control Room. Night.

We open to see Shrike, head in hands, papers scattered all over the

place. He's mumbling indistinctly to himself, when a door opens and in-steps

Flaser.


Flaser: Hello, sir. Need any help with anything?

Shrike mumbles something indistinct. Flaser chuckles.

Flaser: Well, night sir, don't let the bed bugs bite.

As he's turning to leave, he stops, and listens intently. A faint electric

motor can be heard winding up, going faster and faster.


Flaser: Sir?

Shrike takes his head out of his hands, and looks up, obviously hearing

the sound, too. He and Flaser take a step to the door. We are looking at them

face-on with the camera. The whirring gets louder and louder, then suddenly

stops. We cut to a close-up of Flaser's eye. It goes wide with realization.He

leaps to the ground, grabbing Shrike by the collar and dragging him down.


Flaser: SIR, GET DOWN!

An explosion blows the door off it's bearings, sending it flying into the

opposite wall, punching a gaping hole into it. Sniper lasers whirl around in

the thick smoke. Flaser pulls out a large pistol. They duck behind an

overturned filing cabinet, as the bullets begin to fly past.


Flaser: Go, sir! Through the admin tunnels! I'll get to you when I can.

Shrike: (Fully Awake now) Right. Cover me!

Flaser: (With satisfaction) Yes, sir...

We cut back to a frontal view of the cabinet. Shrike gives Flaser a

friendly pat on the back, and Flaser turns back to the fight. He begins to

fire off randomely, at targets we can't see. Shrike stealthily moves

backwards, and lifts up a trap door. He slides in, and gestures for Flaser to

follow him. we cut to an inside view, from inside the trap door tunnel.

Flaser runs up, head down, as more bullets fly past. He ducks inside, and

Shrike closes the door. White-hued lights flicker on. A long shaft, with

lights at regular intervals and pipes lining the entire wall appears out of

the gloom. Shrike turns to his right and finds a small blowtorch inside a

glass case, marked EMERGENCY ONLY. Smashing it with his elbow, he pulls it

out and ignites it, sealing the entrance to the tunnel. As they begin to move

down the ladder, slowly, and we fade to black.



INT. Hard Light. Day.

It's the next day. All over all the monitors is a repiort on the attack

from last night.


Monitor:...authorities have been quick to indicate darkage and Gortef as the

leaders in the attack, using their power as Forum Defense Force commanders to

make up an assasination squad to kill Shrike. Eishtmo, the new FDF commander,

is optomistic about catching them soon.

We cut to a clip of Eishtmo talking, and we slowly move the camera down

into the crowd. Three cloaked figures are moving slowly about, picking their

way through. One of them looks up at the monitor. It is Gortef.


Gortef: ****ing moron...boy, if I had my way, he'd be gulping down space dust

right now...

Cloaked Figure 2 (darkage): Shut up! We don't want anyone knowing who we are,

remember?!

Gortef: Hmph.

The lead figure, Wanderer stops suddenly, and the other two plow

into him


darkage: (Rubbing head) Hey!

Wanderer: Silence. We are being followed.

darkage (not turning around): Where?

Wanderer: Seven o' clock, five people down. Business suit, shades, tie,

briefcase, probably contains a weapon. I suspect an automatic assault weapon,

and some extra clips.

Gortef:  What? It's only eleven o' clock!

darkage: That joke is SO overused.

Gortef: Hey, I try.

Wanderer: Hurry!

They begin to walk briskly, but the man in the suit begins to close on

them. They hurry their step, then suddenly duck into a dark corridor. The man

follows them in to find...nothing. Slowly, we pull the camera up, and Gortef,

Wanderer, and darkage are all doing a wall split, Sam-Fisher style, above

him. Suddenly, Gortef drops down silently, clubbing the man and knocking him

out. we cut to black as soon as this transpires.


INT. Unknown Location. Day.

We fade from black. Stunaep (the hitman from the previous scene), is

sitting on a chair. A light is swinging above him, casting a pool of light

around him. All is black beyond. The camera is fixed in front of his beat-up,

sweaty face. He's staring up, straight at the light, and his hands are bound

behind him.


Voice: (From the darkness, with a faint echo) Hello.

Stunaep: (Head lolls towards the voice) What you want, ****er?

Voice: Since you asked so politely, I'll just come out and say it. I want to

know who the **** sent you?

Stunaep: And why would I tell you?

Voice: Torture? Deprivation?

Stunaep: I'm a hitman. I'm trained to withstand torture. Besides, you

don't have the time. You're on the lamb, remeber?

The voice doesn't answer for a few seconds. Stunaep chuckles.

Stunaep: Plus....

He drops a little gadget from his hands onto the floor.

Stunaep: This little homing device should cut your...vacation pretty damn

short.

Voice: ****! GO, GUYS, GO! GET THE **** OUT OF HERE!

They run out of the room through a hidden door, closing it behind them

seconds before a door on the opposite side of the room bursts open. The

troops (Wearing FDF uniforms) secure the area, and the commander frees

Stunaep.


Commander: You alright, sir?

Stunaep: Orange juice. Get me a ****ing orange juice.

Commander: (salutes) Sir!

He turns away, and we fade to:
« Last Edit: July 08, 2003, 09:54:54 pm by 368 »

 

Offline Turnsky

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nice:nod: :yes:
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Offline StratComm

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Great as always!!!

I'd love to get in one sometime, but hey, as long as they keep coming!
who needs a signature? ;)
It's not much of an excuse for a website, but my stuff can be found here

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Offline JC Denton

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Originally posted by StrattComm:

Great as always!!

Yeah, what he said. :D

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I'd love to get in on one sometime, but hey, as long as they keep coming!

Also what he said. :p  *ponders how a Vasudan secret agent would fit in*
"I condemn false prophets, I condemn the effort to take away the power of rational decision, to drain people of their free will -- and a hell of a lot of money in the bargain. Religions vary in their degree of idiocy, but I reject them all. For most people, religion is nothing more than a substitute for a malfunctioning brain."  - Gene Roddenberry

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Offline Goober5000

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Heh.  I wonder if Wanderer is Setekh.

 

Offline Kamikaze

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*hints very subtle-like at involving the Nodewar team in some way*

*hints very subtle-like at an inter-community war/alliance/intrigue/whatever*

*in a very subtle way indicates he is very subtle*

*agrees with Stratcomm in a very subtle manner*

*smiles in a subtle way ;) ;)*
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Offline Turnsky

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*sits in the shadows, quietly drawing*

*curses the lack of decent light*

*goes off to secret bunker*;)
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Offline Darkage

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:lol: great stuff UT!:D

But wasn't i a general?:D
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great! if you an involve my character with Darkage and Gortef somehow, great, but not necessary. but if you could the other forums somehow, that would be fantastic.
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Offline Turnsky

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Damn UT, i must say again this stuff is nice..:nod:

if you include me, i might tell you what i intend for your character(it's good believe me)
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Offline Dark_4ce

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Great stuff as usual. :yes: :D

Will I ever make a return cameo?;)

Aanyway, great stuff! I looking forward to this as a giant txt file. :D
I have returned... Again...

 

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That was really enjoyable to read. Not because I played a role in it but in general the plot is really getting thicker and thicker :nod:

Really amazing story again ^_^
Habeeb it...

 

Offline Stunaep

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This keeps getting better, now that I'm in. I'll probably be killed off at the end, but what the heck
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Offline Unknown Target

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Sheesh, I don't put a new section in for 2 days and it gets bumped to the second page.

*Bump*
Give me a break, here, guys :D :rolleyes:

 
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Offline neo_hermes

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bumpification
Hell has no fury like an0n...
killing threads is...well, what i do best.

 

Offline Nico

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I miss me :p
SCREW CANON!

 

Offline Unknown Target

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Damn, venom, you're right. I completely forgot where I left off with you. Could you please tell me?

BTW, I'm gonna be writing up a storyline for the Freespace Upgrade project, so please don't bug me about writing another section :D :P

 

Offline Nico

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Damn, venom, you're right. I completely forgot where I left off with you. Could you please tell me?

BTW, I'm gonna be writing up a storyline for the Freespace Upgrade project, so please don't bug me about writing another section :D :P


her... last time we heard of me, I think kazan fond me having some "fun stuff", so he brought be to the hospital or something. on the way, we hear about a guy gone crazy coz he found a big gun ( don't remember who ) and we  ( me and kazan ) kick is poor ass. and I think that's it.
"Venom is disapointed to be just "high" when he thought he could have been something cooler" :p
SCREW CANON!