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SCENE THIRTY-SIX. EXT. GORTEF AND CORSAIR’s FIGHTERS – NIGHT.
The fighters rear upwards as their engines come to full power. They rocket forward at breakneck speed, blasting through the asteroid field back to the combat zone. We cut to:
SCENE THIRTY-SEVEN. EXT. COMBAT ZONE – NIGHT.
Jet engines and cannon fire mingle together, forming an incoherent scream of war as the Hard Light fighters engage the enemy. The three fighters are cutting a swath through the enemy formation, their yellow-orange tracer rounds flashing through the night. Shell casings rain down from their wings as they fire, trying desperately to hold off the inevitable. Cut to:
SCENE THIRTY-EIGHT. INT. KARAJORMA’s COCKPIT – NIGHT.
KARAJORMA is frantically trying to keep his muscular fighter’s power under control, slamming the stick from side to side, struggling against the G-forces being imposed on his body. His face is bathed in the bright green glow of his instrument panel.
KARAJORMA: Mayday, mayday! Requesting assistance, I repeat, reque—
He’s cut off by a loud explosion just behind him, throwing him forward against his safety straps. He yells out in pain, we cut to:
SCENE THIRTY-NINE. EXT. FIGHTER FORMATION – NIGHT.
KARAJORMA’s fighter pitches forward, a colossal explosion going off just behind him. TRASHMAN and JANOS’ fighters split off to the sides as KARAJORMAs fighter careens out of control, narrowly missing them, instead heading towards an oncoming foe. Just when it seems like KARAJORMA’s about to collide, he regains control, stabilizing himself just in front of the enemy fighter. Cut to:
SCENE FOURTY. INT. KARAJORMA’s COCKPIT – NIGHT.
We are right up against KARAJORMA’s flight stick. We mute all sounds for a few seconds as he depresses the trigger. A loud click echoes. We cut to:
SCENE FOURTY-ONE. EXT. KARAJORMA’s FIGHTER – NIGHT.
Our hearing is back, just in time to listen as cannon fire erupts from KARAJORMA’s fighter, punching a hole straight through the enemy craft. It explodes in a gigantic fire ball, as KARAJORMA rockets backwards. Cut to:
SCENE FOURTY-TWO. EXT. FIGHTER FORMATION – NIGHT.
The rest of the squadron is hardly doing any better. TRASHMAN is struggling desperately with his fighter, minus one wing, the stub of which is sparking dangerously. JANOS’s fighter is punched through of holes and is leaking fuel, leaving a trail of jet fuel behind his careening fighter. Snapping back and forth, they’re acquiring new targets faster than they’re dispatching the old ones. Shell casings are streaming from their wings, and the enemy fighters are gaining more and more of an advantage. Suddenly, TRASHMAN is caught alone for a split second, and an enemy fighter snaps up in front of him, only a scant few feet away. Cut to:
SCENE FOURTY-THREE. INT. TRASHMAN’s COCKPIT – NIGHT.
TRASHMAN screams out and flings his hands in front of his face in a futile effort to save himself. The enemy fighter trains its cannons on his cockpit, yet suddenly a stream of gunfire erupts from above, slicing the enemy in half, detonating it in a blinding explosion. Cut to:
SCENE FOURTY-FOUR. EXT. FIGHTER FORMATION – NIGHT.
GORTEF and CORSAIR scream past TRASHMAN’s listless fighter, weaving between the enemy, flak exploding around them.
CORSAIR: Left, left, left! Watch it Two!
GORTEF: I got ‘em, I got ‘em!
GORTEF’s fighter, still maintaining formation, snaps to the left, flying sideways. GORTEF sends a screaming hail of lead, pulverizing an enemy fighter.
CORSAIR: Target split V!
CORSAIR’s fighter pulls up, and GORTEF thrusts his fighter down, all the while the two are maintaining their formation with each other. Gunfire lances out from the fighters, detonating two separate enemy fighters. The two of them continue onwards, rolling and flipping in a giant barrel roll, slicing past waves of enemy craft.
CORSAIR: Alpha, form on us!
They are joined by the remaining three members of Alpha wing, now badly battered from the ongoing fight. As the five small fighters dart in and out between the enemy capital ships, gunfire rockets towards them, zipping past them on all sides.
CORSAIR: Follow us!
CORSAIR and GORTEF’s fighters careen to the side, blasting towards the asteroid field, the rest of Alpha wing in tow behind them. A gaggle of enemy fighters is closing rapidly. In front of them, a colossal asteroid looms, and the five fighters dart into it’s craggy surface, weaving in and out around the pyres of rock reaching far into the sky. The enemy fighters close into gun range, sending a barrage of bullets from their cannons, slicing into the ground underneath the weaving fighters below them. GORTEF dodges behind a particularly large pillar, and just behind him a stream of gunfire lances out, cutting the pillar in half in a storm of dirt and rock.
CORSAIR: Down!
The five fighters dart into an opening inside the asteroid, and scream through an enormous cave, gunfire ricocheting around them. JANOS’s fighter is hit by a stray bullet, sending him tumbling past CORSAIR’s fighter, swirling in a tight death spiral.
CORSAIR: Janos!
JANOS’s fighter careens into an outcropping, the explosion filling up the entire cave. CORSAIR hurls his fighter around, now flying backwards through the cave. Cut to:
SCENE FOURTY-FIVE. INT. CORSAIR’s COCKPIT – NIGHT.
CORSAIR’s face is frozen in a mask of rage as he opens fire, screaming in fury. The flickering light of gunfire lights up his face, as the searing bullets hit home on the enemy fighters, cutting them down left and right. Cut to:
SCENE FOURTY-SIX. EXT. FIGHTER FORMATION – NIGHT.
Suddenly, light appears at the end of the tunnel, and the fighters shoot out of it, flying once more into space, the enemy fighters close behind them. CORSAIR wheels around, and darts to the left across the asteroid once more. This time, however, the colossal shape of the GRANDEUR greets them. The enemy, unsuspecting, blindly follows them into the trap, as the GRANDEUR powers up her powerful beam cannons, cutting giant swaths into the enemy formation. Cut to:
SCENE FOURTY-SEVEN. INT. GRANDEUR BRIDGE – NIGHT.
LIGHTSPEED is standing in front of his chair, pointing out various targets and shouting out his orders. Wheeling around on his heel, he points at a CREWMEMBER #4.
LIGHTSPEED: Get this fighters docked! Helm!
He switches his gaze to CREWMEMBER #1.
LIGHTSPEED: As soon as they’re back, plot a direct course back to Hard Light!
CREWMEMBER #1 salutes, and we cut to:
SCENE FOURTY-EIGHT. EXT. FIGHTER FORMATION – NIGHT.
The four remaining fighters are now desperately making a break for the safety of the GRANDEUR’s fighter bay. Dodging enemy gunfire and friendly flak, they scream towards their destination.
CORSAIR: Retros! Hit your retros!
Plumes of flame jet out from the front of the fighters as they close on their target with reckless abandon, their fragile frames shaking with the force of the jets. Cut to:
SCENE FOURTY-NINE. INT. CORSAIR’s COCKPIT – NIGHT.
The cockpit is shaking violently as CORSAIR struggles to stay upright, the docking bay growing larger and larger in front of him. CORSAIR starts to call out distances over the radio.
CORSAIR: One hundred meters…Fifty meters…Twenty meters!
He lets out a war cry as his fighter careens into the fighter bay, smashing into the deck, sending equipment and debris flying, the other fighters close behind him. Cut to:
SCENE FIFTY. INT. GRANDEUR’s BRIDGE – NIGHT.
LIGHTSPEED points at CREWMEMBER #1.
LIGHTSPEED: (Shouts) Jump!
Cut to:
SCENE SIXTY. EXT.GRANDEUR – NIGHT.
The familiar warphole open again, and the GRANDEUR quickly enters it, just as the enemy begins to bring up reinforcements. Gunfire fires past where the GRANDEUR used to be, but quickly ceases. Cut to:
