Sorry to take so long. Schoolwork, life, and general writer's block.
Speaking of which, is my writing still good? I fear that I am slipping into using basic words too many times
And it should be noted that the last movie ended at about 50 pages. This one is already at 52 and only about a third or so through
SCENE SIXTY-FOUR. EXT. HARD LIGHT STATION – DAY.
The HARD LIGHT STATION is hanging in the sky beyond us. Nebulas pulsate and asteroids drift listlessly by, obscuring the station from our view intermittently. Suddenly, thrusters flare in the dark night, and a small ship comes to life in the dark. It seems miniscule in comparison to the vastness around it as it darts quickly towards the HARD LIGHT STATION. As it moves, voices come over the radio, distorted from the static.
HARD LIGHT CONTROL: (VOICE OVER) Unidentified vessel, please state name and intention, over.
UNIDENTIFIED VESSEL: This is the CS Phoenix, requesting docking clearance, over.
A short pause interrupts the conversation as the data is run through the computer. HARD LIGHT CONTROL’s voice comes back over the line.
HARD LIGHT CONTROL: Phoenix, this is Hard Light Control, please state cargo, number of persons, and nature of visit, over.
CS PHEONIX: No cargo, one persons aboard. Nature of visit is pleasure, over.
HARD LIGHT CONTROL pauses once again, this time for even longer. The vessel gets close and closer.
HARD LIGHT CONTROL: This is Hard Light Control to Phoenix, clearance granted. Approach Docking Bay Six and await guidance, over.
CS PHEONIX: This is Pheonix to Hard Light Control. Acknowledged, moving to intercept location, over.
HARD LIGHT CONTROL: Welcome to Hard Light, Pheonix, over and out.
The tiny vessel maneuvers to the side and fires its rockets, thrusting it in a different direction. Gradually, the looming station grows bigger in front of it, as the small craft jets towards a colossal docking bay, jutting out from the side of the station. Moving closer and closer, a large number SIX can be seen on the massive hangar doors. The vessel stops in front of the doors for a few moments, until they finally, reluctantly, slide open vertically, allowing passage through. The vessel begins to move forward once more, and we cut to:
SCENE SIXTY-FIVE. INT. DOCKING BAY SIX – DAY.
We are now looking out of the docking bay, and watch as the PHEONIX majestically glides into the cavernous bay. Finding an empty spot amongst the littered floor, the pilot sets her down gracefully, the doors closing behind her. Cut to:
SCENE SIXTY-SIX. INT. CS PHEONIX – DAY.
The pilot, still sitting in his chair, flicks a few switches and powers down the vessel. The lights dim and the instrument panels switch off as the PILOT unbuckles himself, his face obscured by both the seat and the darkness. He walks past us, still face unseen, and we pause for a few moments to hear the whining of the engines, reluctant to relinquish their powered state. Cut to:
SCENE SIXTY-SEVEN. INT. DOCKING BAY SIX – DAY.
The PILOT walks out of the side hatch on the craft. He is massive, almost as big as SANDWICH by what we can see. His face is still unseen as he walks down the ladder and jumps onto the deck with a thud. Looking around, he clicks a beeper hanging from a key ring, and the hatch on the ship closes. Clicking it again, we hear two successive beeps as the ship’s alarm is activated, and the PILOT strolls out of the bay. Cut to:
SCENE SIXTY-EIGHT. INT. FREESPACE MODDING – DAY.
We are back to the familiar FREESPACE MODDING sector. Whether any progress has been made or not since the attack is unseen, as guns, half finished models, and beer mugs are strewn messily about the floor. Numerous data displays dot the hall, as people discuss loudly or choose to gawk at the pictures on the displays. A side door opens and the same figure enters, unnoticed by his peers. Walking quickly to the bar, he sits down in front of it and orders a drink. He sighs as .::TIN CAN::., the waiter passes him his beer. The PILOT takes a deep slug of it. .::TIN CAN::., busy cleaning a glass with a rag, eyes him suspiciously.
.::TIN CAN::.: Never seen you around here before…tourist?
The PILOT sets his glass down and shakes his head. His back is still turned to us, obscuring his face from his view.
PILOT: I’ve been here once or twice before…
.::TIN CAN::. Looks pleasantly surprised, he extends his hand and the PILOT grasps it. Smiling, .::TIN CAN::. welcomes him.
.::TIN CAN::.: Well then! Welcome back to Hard Light, mister…I’m sorry, I didn’t’ quite catch your name.
The PILOT gives a good shake with his hand and sets it on the table.
PILOT: Kalifreth…my name is Kalfireth.
We pan around to finally see KALFIRETH’s face. He is smiling jovially, yet for some reason we cannot shake the idea that he looks uncannily similar to the THUNDER of ages past.
.::TIN CAN::.: Well, welcome once again, Kalfireth. Exits are…
He turns and points at two side doors.
.::TIN CAN::.: Over there and there…and there are flamethrowers underneath your seats.
He points at the couches behind KALFIRETH, who turns to look. Turning back, he sees .::TIN CAN::.’s smiling face.
.::TIN CAN::.: Enjoy your stay!
.::TIN CAN::. Shuffles away to get back to his work, and KALFIRETH looks around him one last time, then looks down at his drink.
KALFIRETH: I’m sure I wil…
Tipping his head back, he takes a huge swig of his mug, and we cut to:
