INT. Temporary Forum Control Room. Day.
Fade from black. We open to see numerous forum members rushing back and forth, carrying papers and shouting out reports. We pan around the room,
eventually stopping on the form of Windrunner, huddled over his workstation, giving directions to Corhellion and his crew. We continue to pan, and now stop on Delphinia, who is busy
recieving status updates. Suddenly, the door swings open behind her, and out steps Shrike. Delphinia hears the door open and whirls around in her chair. Shrike walks over to her, and leans over her sholder.
Shrike: Status update on the squads, Delphinia.
Delphinia: Sir, all squads have taken heavy casualties. Red, Blue, and Gold encountered some heavy resistance from some mechanoids, but I hear they handled it, albeit with an astounding amount of losses.
Shrike: And the newbies?
Delphinia: Still under fire, sir, but thanks to Windrunner's efforts...
She jerks a thumb behind her in Windrunner's direction
Del: Corhellion and his posse managed to get the automated defenses running in that sector, so the newbs shouldn't have any trouble holding the enemy back. But sir...
Shrike: (Nods) Yes?
Del: We got a report from Maeglamor. It seems that, during the fighting, he encountered a Alpha One. I was told you would know him...?
Shrike: (Suddenly goes into a daze, and moans out) Alpha One....?
Del: Yes sir. He also wanted me to tell you that he managed to eliminate him. However, he is also asking for additional forces.
Shrike whirls around. We cut to a table-top view of an especially large HLP Hammer of Justice lying on a console. Shrike's hand comes out of the side of the screen and picks it up. He continues walking, and we can eventually see his back as he is walking away.
Shrike: (Back still turned) Tell him Thunder, Griffon, and I are heading down there right now. We'll be there in about...
We cut to:
INT. Tech Sup Forum Control Room. Day.
We cut to see an arm with a watch on it, and we hear a voice. It's wEvil.
We pan around so that we are up against the glass of the control room. wEvil, numerous subordinates, and Hemroid Frog Butt are all standing together and discussing.
wEvil: We'll have that long to fortify our inner and outer defenses. However, thanks to Alpha One getting himself killed, we'll have to use someone else as a host for the Interplay hive mind...
HFB raises a hand
wEvil: Yes, what is it?
HFB: Sire, wy dont we jst mind wipe one of the prisonrs and use one of thm?
wEvil: Excellent idea! But who should it be...?
He begins to pace, obviously in deep thought. Suddenly, he snaps upwards. He has obviously decided.
HFB: Yes, sire?
wEvil: Bring me...(we cut to a close-up of his eyes)...daveb.
We cut to black.
INT. Temporal Mechanics. Day.
We fade from black, to open up on a view of total decimation. Small fires can be heard crackling in the distance. Numerous bodies, both enemy and friendly, are lying scattered on the floor. Some members of the squad are gingerly walking through the mess, stooping down at random intervales to take something off of the dead bodies. We cut to a close-up
of this grim procession. Eventually, we realize that the objects are actually dog tags. We cut to a frontal view of Maeglamor. He walks up to Alpha_One's dead body and gives it a little kick. Thorn jogs up behind him. Maeglamor turns to talk to him. In the background, we see the entrance to the now closed admin tunnel.
Thorn: Hey, Maeglamor.
Maeg: Oh, hey Thorn. How much more time?
Thorn: (Glances down at his watch) Should be arriving any minute now. Something bugging you, man?
Maeg: Hm? Oh, it's nothing.
He gives Thorn a sheepish grin.
Thorn: Oh, please. I know you better than that. Seriously, what's up?
Maeg: Oh, I was just thinking.
Thorn: C'mon, about whaaaaaaaaaat????
Maeg: This Alpha and I were best buds in MODing school. He was actually nice back then.
Maeg: Ahhh, yes, dreams, dreams, dreams. He dreamt of becoming a great MODer, and I dreamt of becoming a forum moderator. Sadly, only one of us achieved those dreams.
Suddenly, the admin tunnel slams open, and the pair turn to look. Out steps Shrike, Thunder, and Griffon. They are each decked out in black battle uniforms, and Thunder is replete with a flowing cape and lightsaber. Griffon is chewing a cigar, and has a mingun longer than he is, and Shrike has a HLP Hammer of Justice so big, it would frighten small children.
Thorn turns back to face Maeglamor. He grins.
Thorn: Ahh, well, you win some, you lose some, but, for right now? Let's just go kick some ass.
They both break out laughing, and turn their backs to the camera, as they begin to walk away. We move the camera upwards, and fade to black.
INT. Interoggation Room. Day.
We fade from black, and the room is still the same: all black, with the center lit by an overhanging light. But this time, we see daveb strapped to a large table, with a very complex and ominous machine by his head. We rotate around the room, always focused on the table and it's occupant. daveb is obviously straining against the restraints around his arms and legs. Suddenly, wEvil can be heard.
wEvil: Ahhh...yes, hello again, daveb.
daveb Seems to be following him with his eyes.
daveb: (Pissed-off tone) What do you want, and why?
wEvil: So many questions, so little time.
We continue to rotate.
wEvil: Well, you might as well know. You see, we're going to erase your very being, and make you our little puppet.
wEvil: I am very sorry we had to do it to you, but, unfortunately, all our other...patients, have become, oh, how do you say it? Vegetables.
He laughs. Suddenly, the machine hums to life, and a scanner is situated over daveb's head. Lines of light begin to go up and down over his head. We cut to a close up of a single eye.
wEvil: (Off-screen) Good-bye, daveb.
Suddenly, daveb's eye goes wide, and stays that way for a few seconds. Then it relaxes and closes. wEvil begins to laugh madly, as we fade to black.