Sorry these are so slow everyone, but I am still working on the movie.
SCENE SEVENTY EIGHT. INT. GENERAL FREESPACE - NIGHT.
We open to see SANDWICH alone at a dirty, semi-deserted bar, drowning his sorrows in a gigantic mug of beer. Two agents in black uniforms are trying to make themselves invisible nearby, yet we can tell they are keeping an eye on him. SANDWICH obviously doesn’t care, and is resting his head on the table, staring tearfully into the cold brew in front of him, the reflections of the room bouncing off the chilled glass. Behind him, a figure opens the entrance door, and steps inside. Until the door closes, he is merely a silhouette, however, he is soon revealed to be KALFIRETH. SANDWICH regards him with a disinterested glance at the reflection, then returns to his distant stare. KALFIRETH moves slowly to the bar and sits down next to SANDWICH. The two soldiers shift slightly but maintain their positions. KALFIRETH motions to the bartender.
KALFIRETH: Orange juice, if you have it.
The bar tender nods and fixes him the drink, setting it down in front of KALFIRETH, who sips it slightly and sets it back down on the counter in front of him. Still staring ahead, he speaks, not looking at SANDWICH.
KALFIRETH: You’re…Sandwich, right?
SANDWICH shows his first sign of interest in his new guest. He gives him a sideways glance.
SANDWICH: That’s right.
KALFIRETH: Funny place for you to be sitting…out here with us vagabonds.
SANDWICH smirks in disgust.
SANDWICH: Well, if you haven’t heard, I’ve taken to murder lately…
KALFIRETH chuckles, which produces a surprised look from SANDWICH, who raises and sits up straight, his head turned to look at KALFIRETH.
SANDWICH: I’m sorry, is something funny?
KALFIRETH: Yep.
SANDWICH: I could use a chuckle – you mind clueing me in?
KALFIRETH: I sort of do.
He raises his glass and drinks another sip, setting it down on the counter. SANDWICH gives him a look of pure venom. KALFIRETH sighs and smiles at his glass.
KALFIRETH: They have good orange juice here. Can’t get it like this anywhere else in the station.
SANDWICH shuffles and glances over his shoulder and looks at the two soldiers, who are deep in conversation. Getting close to KALFIRETH, he spits out his words with an intense anger.
SANDWICH: Look pal, what the **** is your problem…? I got enough **** to deal with without having to listen to you ***** about orange juice!
He jabs his finger at KALFIRETH, who smiles and turns to SANDWICH for the first time.
KALFIRETH: What if I was to tell you that there have been rumors…out on the outer rims…of a new power coming into play…?
SANDWICH: I’d ask you why I should care.
KALFIRETH: Do you know who the greatest military power in this sector is…?
SANDWICH: Hard Light of course.
KALFIRETH: Of course. Now…if someone managed to control Hard Light’s military capabilities…they’d have a lot of muscle, would they not…?
SANDWICH: Look pal, if you’re gonna start some trouble…
KALFIRETH waves his hand and shakes his head.
KALFIRETH: Oh no no no, it’s not me. I’m just a wanderer. No, I came to warn you, and to ask you for help.
SANDWICH: With what…?
KALFIRETH looks around the room to make sure no one’s paying attention. No one is.
KALFIRETH: It’s already begun. That fleet that’s sitting outside is just waiting for the go-ahead. You’ve got a spy on board, and I need someone on the outside to help me stop him before things get ugly…someone like you.
SANDWICH: Why me? You could go to one of the admins and -
KALFIRETH stops him short and begins to speak with greater vigor.
KALFIRETH: Because you’re on the outside. If I go to the admins, the spy might get a hold of the info, and that might jeopardize not only my mission but my insider source in his operation.
SANDWICH: You have a mole…who?
KALFIRETH: I’ll tell you when we’re in a safer spot…you can either trust me and possibly save Hard Light, or spend the rest of your life rotting in some jail cell with a wife named Big Billy Bob.
SANDWICH looks at his brew, considering. He comes to a decision, and taking a big swig of it, he slams it on the table.
SANDWICH: I’m in.
KALFIRETH: I knew you would be. Now, let’s get past these guards, shall we?
SANDWICH nods and smiles, the two standing up from the counter and turning to face the door. As they near it, the two guards stand in front of them. One holds out a hand.
GUARD #1: I’m sorry sir, I can’t let you –
He gets cut short as KALFIRETH karate chops him in the kink of his neck, knocking him to the floor unconscious. The other guard stares in disbelief and beings to draw his weapon, when SANDWICH grabs him by the face and slams the back of his head against the floor, knocking him out cold. The pair then continue onwards out the door, and we fade to:
