[Night Hammer]

i got dibs on this one:p

[Unknown Target]

Falling behind schedule, so it's small. Sorry guys.


SCENE NINE. INT. FORUM READY ROOM – DAY.

We open up into the ready room, already abuzz with activity. Weapons are being loaded, armor is being fitted, and plans are being detailed. Cut to various shots of the suits being outfitted. After about five seconds, all activity stops, and in steps GOOBER5000. He raises his hands to call attention, and the assembly halts what they’re doing and turn to look at them. Present are BOBBOAU, VYPER, GANK and NICO. All have customized armor, save GANK, who is silently sitting on a bench. BOBBOAU’s armor is full of miscellaneous machinery, and his armor is continuously beeping and flashing. NICO has a large bottle of beer airbrushed on the front of his chest plate, and on the back, an empty beer mug. Right below the mug reads “FILL ME UP.”. VYPER simply has a gigantic smiley face painted on the back of his armor. The others are all standing up, looking at GOOBER5000, waiting for their orders.

GOOBER5000: Good afternoon gentleman.

A few grunts of acknowledgement go through the group.

GOOBER5000: It looks like we have another little situation for you gents to handle. As our only regulars so far, this would be a great opportunity to get some live-action practice in.

Smiles grow on the faces of the gathered. Even GANK has a smirk. Chuckles escape from their mouths.

GOOBER5000: It’s a simple op. One of the forum members has been taken by Swamp Thing. You guys need to get in there and get the prisoner back.

GANK: Who is it?

GOOBER5000: It’s Drew.

A chorus of moans goes up from the crowd. They shift lazily. BOBBOAU plops down on the bench, resting his head in his hand, his formerly bright expression dulled to now listlessness.

BOBBOAU: (In child like whine) Do we have toooo?

GOOBER5000 snaps a look at him, then looks back at the group.

GOOBER5000: Hey! You applied, you got the job, this is what you have to do to continue having this job!

BOBBOAU sighs heavily and grudgingly gets up. Everyone else does likewise, moaning and dragging their feet out the door. Once they all get out, GOOBER5000 follows them, and we cut to:

[Unknown Target]

Just a small bump to let everyone know there was a new part added (above). Sorry it's all so small, I have to write a report, and I was out all night last night.

[Nico]

bah, if you really want to make me look like an alcoholic, at least replace the beer bottle with a desperado bottle, since that's the only beer I like ( coz yeah, mind you, I don't like beer )

[vyper]

[q]VYPER simply has a gigantic smiley face painted on the back of his armor[/q]

Heh.

Bang. Have a nice day.

[Unknown Target]

Here you all go What do you think?


SCENE TEN. INT. HARD LIGHT BALCONY – DAY.

We return to see WINDRUNNER, still standing out on the balcony, surveying the situation. GOOBER5000 steps up from behind him and takes up a position next to him, leaning on the railing. He hands a pair of binoculars to WINDRUNNER. He takes them and looks down through them at the scene below. Lowering them, he turns to GOOBER5000.

WINDRUNNER: When’re they coming?

GOOBER5000: They’ll be there any minute now.

WINDRUNNER turns to look at the crowd again through the binoculars. His attention suddenly snaps to a wall of the room. He smiles.

WINDRUNNER: There they are…

We cut to:



SCENE ELEVEN. INT. HARD LIGHT – DAY.

We return to the previous scene of pandemonium. A side door swooshes open, and in step BOBBOAU, VYPER, NICO, and GANK. As they begin to make their way through the crowd, we begin to hear someone’s muffled shouts. NICO, in the lead, turns to look at his squad. Shouting over the ruckus of the crowd, he points in the direction of the shouting.

NICO: (Shouting) Over there! Let’s go!

They hunker down and begin to make their way through the crowd, weapons drawn. Curious onlookers look back at them as they are shoved out of the way. Pressing onward, ever closer, someone utters a hair-raising scream. NICO looks back, now fully in combat mode. Waving his hand forward, he orders his team.

NICO: (Shouting) Go go go! Get over there!

The group disperses, and begins to charge towards the scream. As they get closer, a clearing begins to form, thronged by shocked board members. Cut to a view looking down on the squad, so that our back is to the clearing. The crowd is getting and thinner, and eventually NICO bursts through an opening, followed by BOBBOAU, VYPER, and GANK. Charging in, ready to take control of the situation, they suddenly skid to a stop in shock. GANK falls over backwards flat on his buttocks, then slowly staggers to his feet, his mouth hanging open in shock. The rest of the squad is in a similar state, weapons lowered, mouths hanging wide open. We circle around them, until we view the center of the clearing. Standing tall above a cowering, shrunken DREW, stands a massive figure, dressed completely in a black cloak, the hood pulled over his face, casting him completely in shadow. Two glowing eyes peer out, staring deeply at a kicking, screaming SWAMP_THING, suspended in the air by the figure’s hand around his kneck. BOBBOAU regains his composure first, and raises his weapon abruptly. The others do the same soon after. NICO is the first to speak, and the crowd falls silent around them.

NICO: Who-who are you?

The figure turns his head sharply to look at NICO, and the red glows of his eyes narrow. He speaks in a raspy, throated voice.

FIGURE: You must be…

He pauses and looks down at NICO’s armor. His eyes narrow a little more, but suddenly snap back up, turning up into what seems to be a happy expression. He speaks again, sounding more elated.

FIGURE: …One of the Defense Force members I’ve heard so much about!

NICO lowers his weapon a little, but only slightly. FIGURE puts a hand to his chest and bows slightly. SWAMP_THING is still kicking and shouting in his outstretched arm.

FIGURE: You all put out a request for a new admin, and here I am! I’m dreadfully sorry that I did not introduce myself. You all can simply call me Administrator.

ADMINISTRATOR turns once more to SWAMP_THING, who falls still at his gaze. He turns back to NICO.

ADMINISTRATOR: Would you like this one?

SWAMP_THING turns to NICO, looking at him pleadingly. NICO turns to look at him, then looks at ADMINISTRATOR.

NICO: (Nods) Yes, if you wouldn’t mind.

ADMINISTRATOR holds his arm out towards NICO, who flicks two fingers towards SWAMP_THING. VYPER and GANK move forward and take down a now-limp SWAMP_THING. BOBBOAU keeps his weapon trained on ADMINISTRATOR. NICO turns and looks as the former three walk past him.

NICO: Take him to the medical bay and get him checked out.

NICO turns back to ADMINISTRATOR.

NICO: Well…thanks.

ADMINISTRATOR’s eyes pull into a smile.

ADMINISTRATOR: My pleasure.

NICO nods and passes a fake smile, and begins to turn away. Just as he does so, his radio clicks and beeps. We cut to:

[vyper]

Intriguing.

[Dark_4ce]

good stuff.

[Singh]

indeed.
*wonders who the new mystery administrator is

[Thorn]

My money is on Mentok, the Mind Taker.

[Corsair]

an0n

[Grey Wolf]

Quite a good story. Even though my location is apparently too classified for me to appear in the story

[neo_hermes]

Originally posted by Thorn
My money is on Mentok, the Mind Taker.

i'm putting money on him, too.

[Genryu]

I'd say an0n, too

[icespeed]

hmm... thought-provoking. i won't be able to get to sleep tonight. keep on with the good work.

[Omniscaper]

Originally posted by Unknown Target
He pauses to look at a passing cell, where we can see a stupefied OMNISCAPER leafing through STAR TREK magazines. A strange, repeated squishing sound can be heard. SANDWICH cringes and forward again.

RRRGGGGG  You'll pay for that. .....

...well, those starships doooooo look sexy!

[Anaz]

my question is what happened to scene 10

[Unknown Target]

Fo shizzle! Oops! I just added Scene 10 to the last post, sorry all! It's really small, that's why I missed it.

[Dark_4ce]

btw, UT. Have you taken script writing classes? I was just wondering if the proffession really interests you, then you should go into it. Also, theres a really good script writing program out there called Final Draft that REALLY is a blessing. It formats your whole script propelly so that the only thing you have to worry about is the plot. It remembers character names, locations, and even afterwards show you a detailed report of your script, broken down to scenes, and even how many lines each specific character has. A real good program.  But other than that, keep up the good work.

[Unknown Target]

I haven't really thought about it, but where can I find that program?
Anyway, new part


INT. SCENE TWELVE. HARD LIGHT BALCONY – DAY.

WINDRUNNER is standing on the balcony, a walkie-talkie in front of his mouth. He is looking through the binoculars at the scene below, and has a sour look on his face.

WINDRUNNER: Nico…Nico, you there? Come in, over.
NICO: (As if through radio) Yea Windrunner, I’m here, over.

WINDRUNNER: What’s going on down there? It looks like you’re having some trouble, over.

NICO: (Pauses) Negative sir…this guy down here says he came for the admin request.

WINDRUNNER lowers the binoculars and turns to look at GOOBER5000, who has been listening to the conversation intently, with a quizzical expression. The latter simply shrugs. WINDRUNNER turns back to the walkie-talkie.

WINDRUNNER: Hold please.

WINDRUNNER once again turns to GOOBER5000.

WINDRUNNER: What do you think?

GOOBER5000: (Rubs his temple) Uh…I dunno…suppose we should just show him in?

WINDRUNNER: What if it’s a troll or something?

GOOBER5000 looks down at the scene below, then turns back to look at WINDRUNNER. He pauses for a few seconds to think.

GOOBER5000: I suppose we’ll just have to take that chance.

WINDRUNNER turns back to the mike and cues it one more time. He looks at GOOBER5000 once more with a vague expression, then turns back. We cut to:


INT. SCENE THIRTEEN. FORUM HEADQUARTERS – DAY.

We open to the giant crescent moon table. All the seats but two are filled, the empty areas being covered with dusty cobwebs. In front of the two are two name plaques, listing THUNDER and SETEKH.
We pan down the table. All of the admins are seated. From right to left are COBALTSTARR, GOOBER5000, MAEGLAMOR, SHRIKE, SANDWICH and STYXX. They are staring intensely at the solitary figure standing in the center of the half-circle. It is a calm, almost cheerful ADMINISTRATOR, who is looking from admin to admin. SHRIKE looks up at ADMINISTRATOR and shifts in his seat, forcing a smile.

SHRIKE: So…you want to be an admin here?

ADMINISTRATOR: (Nods) That is correct.

SHRIKE: Well…can I ask you why in particular?

ADMINISTRATOR: I saw your advertisement online, and believed I met your requirements.

SHRIKE: Do you have…any previous experience?

ADMINISTRATOR: I have administered for a short period of time once.

SHRIKE’s forced smile grows a little wider.

SHRIKE: Oh? And how did that turn out?

ADMINISTRATOR: I helped with a revolt problem there.

SHRIKE turns to look at his compatriots and nods. The others give a cautious look of approval.

SHRIKE: Well, really? Interesting…we may indeed have use for you, Mr…um, you wanted us to call you what now?

ADMINISTRATOR: Administrator, if you will.

SHRIKE shuffles some paper work and frowns a little. He looks back up and the plastic smile comes back.

SHRIKE: Right…well…we’re a little short on applications right now…

He laughs and looks around the table a little playfully.

SHRIKE: Most people seem to hate us nowadays. You wouldn’t perchance be from the CIC would you?

ADMINISTRATOR: (Sounding puzzled) The CIC?

SHRIKE: (Chuckles) Never mind.

SHRIKE shifts and sits back.
SHRIKE: Since, like I said before, we’re so short on applicants…we will give you temporary admin privileges, to see how well you perform. How’s that sound?

ADMINISTRATOR: (Happily) That sounds excellent. When do I start?

SHRIKE leans back and reaches down into a desk drawer in front of him. Pulling out an unignited HLP Hammer of Justice, he skids it across the table, where ADMINISTRATOR picks it up.

SHRIKE: (Smiles) Right now.