We have screen wiped from the previous scene to:
INT. General Discussions. Day.We open to a worm's-eye view of the room, facing a tall platform, suspended above the floor. Numerous people are blocking the view. We can overhear snippets of conversation.
Senior Forum Member: So, have you heard? Tech Sup is being revived!
Newbie: What's that?
SFM #2: Really? By who?
SFM #1: wEvil I think. He's even got full moderation powers!
Newbies: What's a moderation power?
SFM #2: Wow!
Newbie: Wow? Does that have to do with MODing?
SFM # 1+2: Grrrrr.......... Two shapes flash past the camera from the left, and sounds of shouting and a scuffle can be heard. We continue to stay in our current view. Suddenly, what we can only presume to be the newbie's head slams down in front of the camera, with Razor(who is SFM #1) and Icefire (SFM #2) on top of him, pinning him down.
Newbie: Arrrrrrrr! Gerhoff! GERHOFF!The newbies face is looking directly at the camera, but it's also being flattened against the floor.
Razor: (Out of view) So, whaddya say, Ice? Should we roast him? Or feed him to Carl over there?
IceFire: You know, I am kinda hungry...
Razor: Roasting it is, then!
Newbie: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly, a figure appears behind the newbie on the raised platform. It's Griffon
Griffon: Attention!No one pays attention
Griffon: At-Attention! Hello!? Ah, forget it!He looks over his sholder and calls out to something behind him. Slowly the figure walks forwards. We zoom in on the platform, just in time to see this mysterious figure reveal himself from the shadows. It is...daveb.
The room quickly falls silent. We pan around to look from the two figures' backs, looking out into the forum room.
Newbie: (In hushed whisper) Who's he?Icefire reaches over his head, and pulls out a small, cylindrical object. Igniting the object, he forms a large bludgeon, and knocks the newbie out with one hit.
Griffon: I'm sure...(he glances at the now-unconsious newbie)...most
of you know who this is here?A silent murmer goes through the crowd
Griffon: Good. Now, to business. Will the forum militia task force please report to the briefing room? Thank you. We rotate the camera so it's facing the front of these two figures, and pan outwards, so that we are just behind Razor and Icefire. They look at each other as we screen wipe to:
INT. Forum Military briefing room. Day.We screen wipe to a fully seated table, with multiple people sitting around it. They are: Icefire, Razor, venom2506, Zeronet and Gortef. They have obviously been there for awhile, as they are looking around nervously. Suddenly, a side door opens with the Babylon 5-type swoosh, and in walk Thunder, Griffon and daveb.
The latter is obviosly a curiosity, as all eyes follow him when he walks in. We pan the camera around to follow them, and as Thunder seats himself at the head of the table, the other two take up flanking positions behind him.
Thunder: Thank you all for coming.A rustle goes through the crowd.
Thunder: Now, down to business. It seems that Griffon...Griffon nods
Thunder:...has informed me that we have reason to believe that there are un-sanctioned activities taking place in the TechSup forum at this current time. As such, we will mount a small, secret expedition into the "belly of the beast," so to speak.There is an outbreak of voices and arguments in the crowd
Thunder: Quiet, hello, he-hello? Quiet, QUIET!!!!!No response from the now extremely loud voices. daveb steps forward.
daveb: (in normal voice) Quiet...The room suddenly falls silent.
Thunder: Thank you, daveb. Now, if we could hold our tempers in CHECK...Sheepish looks follow this.
Thunder: We could get along with the proceedings. Now, Griffon has a plan for this expedition, Griffon?
Griffon: Yes, well, umm, hello!Irritated looks from the gathering
Griffon: (adjusts neck piece) Ummm...yes, well, uhhh. Now, um, my plan is to...
Zeronet: Spit it out!
Griffon: Humph! Anyways, the plan is that you will go in...His voice fades out as we also fade out to:
INT. Cryogenic Farm. Day.We open to an outside, front view of the cryogenic control room. Everything is bathed in a greenish glow. Inside are the figures of wEvil and Infested Larvae.
IL: They are free, sire!
E: So...I, the chessplayer am now about to make my first move. Is the commnode almost complete?
IL: Almost, sire, almost. Would you like to meet our guests?
E: Yes, bring them in.A small side door swooshes open, and HemroidFrogButt, Alpha_One and a beaten, battered Analazon enter. The latter is being held up by two security gaurds. wEvil walks towards Analazon, and bends over, so he can speak to him.
E: Ahhhhhhhh....yes. Hello, Analazon. So nice of you to drop in.
A: Grumph....damn fu--Suddenly, a gaurd behind him shocks him with a prod.
E: Now, now, there is no need for that. Let our guest speak freely. It is only good manners that we should let him, is it not?
A: (breithing heavily) I'll....get you. You can't run...I'll COME FOR YOU!!!!!!!He is obviously exhausted by the effort, and slumps back again.
E: (laughs) I don't think you are quite in the position to "get" anybody, Anny!He straightens, and walks over to where Alpha_One and HemroidFrogButt are standing. Facing them, he speaks
E: Well...welcome again to the land of the living, Alpha, Hemroid.
AO: We are pleased to be here, and I thank you.
HFB: Yea, wll, I tink yu stupid!
AO: That's his way of saying thanks.
E: Well, then...first thing's first. Men, take Anny--
E: Well, take it
back to his...quarters. Alpha, please accompany me to the briefing room. Hemroid, you can come too, but afterwards, you are attending a spelling class.
HFB: Yea.Fade to black.
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