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 himdarkage: (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:
