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SCENE NINETY-NINE. INT. BATTLECRUISER-MILLENIUM BRIDGE – NIGHT.
The MILLENIUM’S BRIDGE is much different than the clean, industrial workplaces that we have become accustomed to on HARD LIGHT ships. Pipes and consoles are poking out every which way, and there is very little empty space in the cramped control room. A CREWMEMBER sits diligently at his control desk, an archaic-looking panel wedged up in front of him. Dressed in a dilapidated uniform, he is the very opposite of the cleanly cut and freshly pressed HARD LIGHT officers. Hugging a pair of oversized headphones to his head, he nods, then turns to face the SUPREME COMMANDER. The latter is resting in his chair, his back is turned to us, and he is in silhouette, obscuring his identity.
CREWMEMBER: Supreme Commander, sir. We are receiving a transmission from The Untouchable.
The SUPREME COMMANDER nods and picks up a small one-ear microphone from his chair. Placing it to his head, he nods once more, and the CREWMEMBER hits a switch. STYXX’s voice comes through, garbled through the head set.
STYXX (Voice-Over): Derek?
DEREK SMART, his identity now revealed, grunts an acknowledgement.
STYXX (Voice-Over): My plan is nearing fruition. Your forces will commence their attack shortly. Are you ready?
DEREK SMART: Of course I am.
STYXX (Voice-Over): Excellent. We will be contacting you again within the day.
DEREK SMART lowers the headset, and we fade to:
SCENE ONE HUNDRED. INT. FORUM ARCHIVES – DAY.
SHRIKE is pacing back and forth in the tiny room. KALFIRETH and SANDWICH are sitting at the center table, several papers laid in front of each of them.
SHRIKE: So what do we have…?
SANDWICH exhales and leans forward, picking up some papers and leafing through them.
SANDWICH: Well I got in touch with…
He pauses to think.
SANDWICH: Nico, Gortef, and Lightspeed. Carl is unnacounted for, but when the fighting starts, I he’ll help us out.
SHRIKE nods.
SHRIKE: Forces?
SANDWICH: Well, we have Lightspeed’s corvette...Nico has promised me a contingent of marines, and Gortef has pledged a squadron of fighters, on top of the ones already stationed aboard LIGHTSPEED’s ship.
SHRIKE turns to look at KALFIRETH.
SHRIKE: And you?
KALFIRETH: I have recruited about one hundred people to our cause…it’s easy pickings, almost all of the forum members are still loyal to us, and believe what I say once they give me time to explain.
SHRIKE: Almost all…?
KALFIRETH: I encountered resistance from a large sect of Defense Force members. Any support of the old guard or dissent against STYXX’s new power is met with severe verbal backlash and warnings.
SHRIKE: Interesting and yet disconcerting all the same…but if STYXX is so hostile to anyone supporting the old Administration, then how is he planning to maintain control?
KALFIRETH continues.
KALFIRETH: If you think that’s bad – word has it the Battlecruiser fleet will be within attack range within the day. Defense Force units are already being loaded into heavy-hauler transports in preparation.
SANDWICH looks at KALFIRETH curiously after that statement.
SANDWICH: Are you sure…? How large are the transports?
KALFIRETH thinks for a moment, then replies nonchalantly.
KALFIRETH: I don’t know…enough to hold one, maybe two legions of troops…why?
SANDWICH sits back and looks down, thinking. His companions stare at him questioningly.
SHRIKE: Sandwich…? What is it?
SANDWICH: It’s just…
He pauses, confused. He thinks for a few more seconds, then looks up at SHRIKE, a puzzled look on his face.
SANDWICH: We only use those transports for mass evacuations or planetary landings…in a space fight, they’d be gunned down in a matter of seconds - I don’t understand why they’d send such big turkeys out there, unless—
He stops, then looks up at SHRIKE, his eyes wide in both surprise and fear. SHRIKE looks puzzled, then as the truth slowly begins to dawn, his expression becomes worrisome.
SHRIKE: Unless they’re not going to send them out there at all…!
KALFIRETH looks at the two of them, confused.
KALFIRETH: What? What’s going on?
SHRIKE wheels around and looks at him.
SHRIKE: There’s no time! Hurry, get all the supporters you can find, and get them to the Neo Terra Victorious forums. They’re not in use, we can stage from there.
He turns to SANDWICH.
SHRIKE: Get all of your troops to that same location – but make it quiet. Tell Lightspeed to collect all long-range ships and gather them in the asteroid field! Get him to try and collect as many supporter capital ships as possible – we need the big guns, and we need them now. Both of you, go!
SANDWICH stands and nods, bolting out the door. KALFIRETH rises as well, looks questioningly at SHRIKE, then follows SANDWICH through the door. When the door shuts, SHRIKE slumps into the chair. Leaning forward, he puts his face in his hands. We fade to: