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A wreckage of charred automobiles, dilapidated metal structures, scatter what could be referred to as a fossilized junk-yard. Two rats curse the silence. Timeworn streetlights flicker and groan. A veil of fog fused with urban pollution hazes the panoramic view. FOOTSTEPS on wet pavement approach. Four human figures, sophisticatedly brute, cut out from the shadows. They precipitously begin a march into the pale-lit street. Iron-jawed they rally down the street. They continue, when the LEADER of the pack stops short, brings the party to a standstill. Their eyes float. Senses and instincts tune to their surroundings. The leader draws his coat back, reveals a high tech rifle stuffed inside his duster. He instinctively draws for the weapon, when -- From out of thin air, shoots a blur -- a speed-streak -- a man materializes. He slaloms directly in front of the leader. The man pinpoints his weapon, a snub-nose rail-cannon, finds his mark -- fires a bolt of energy. The leader gracefully sidesteps the blast. With lighting reflexes, the leader clutches the man by the throat, and with a death-grip, raises the AGENT off his feet. The agent dangles, he quickly draws an eight inch blade, and strikes -- The leader intercepts the attack, controls it with ease. A massive show of torque, the leader twists the agents arm. CRUNCH! Teeth clenched, the agent wails. 0002000005D1000006305CB,The leader, with incredible strength, draws his prey back, hurls the agent high in the air. Mid-flight the agent is picked off by fiery bolts. He disintegrates -- eaten alive, his particles scatter to the wind. Multiple speed streaks. More AGENTS assault. An intense battle erupts. A superior force of these agents engage the leader and his cronies. JOHN HAWKINS (30), our hero, displaces behind an Exile, fires a shot. The Exiles head erupts into a flare of sparks and internal debris. Electricity swarms the decapitated body, then falls. Not human, but a cybernetic life-form. An agent is struck by a nano-weapon. His body atomizes, his scream painfully fades to the wind. John engages in three displacement jumps -- a six-nine-twelve oclock in the blink of an eye. He simultaneously rips the leader to pieces from three different locations. The leaders reduced to a twisted hulk of fiber optic guts. KYRA SLOAN (25), a beautiful female agent, cleans house. The remaining perpetrators receive a parallel fate. Nearby is DARIEN FRANCIS (30), a mountain of a man. Into his headset: Darien Clear. VOICEs (V.O.) Clear. Securing perimeter. Grav-copters hover overhead and circle the area. Their search lights beam down, sweep the street and alleyways. John stands over the leader, whos on his last power surge. Leader Your kind will soon come to an end, as will your master. Remorselessly, John places his weapon to the leaders head. FIRES. The leaders head is vaporized. 00020000072000000BFB71A,John continues to blankly stare at the cybernetic carcass. Kyra sets her eyes on John. KYRA Martin should of waited, John. John emotionless. Hes seen this all too many times. He signals all clear, and the Grav-Copters disperse. JOHN Scan whats left of this mess for intelligence. A make-shift crime scene takes place. Agents connect hand-held scanners to the pile of digital madness that lie at their feet. Thunder sounds. John looks to Capitol City, miles away. An awe inspiring stretch of colossal skyscrapers. It must be centuries ahead of our time. The highest spires break low cloud-cover, high into the night. EXT. URBan ruins - night In the outskirts John walks unscathed. Some locals -- human wretch, gang members, disband when he draws near. JOHN (V.O.) What did society do when the leading cause of death was war? Beat. JOHN (V.O.) It created more life. John continues to stroll through the tormented remains of the warehouse district. JOHN (V.O.) The world of today is not what you know it to be. In fact, you know nothing. There are no more sovereigns, lawyers or religions. The judicial system is one of simplicity, where justice reigns for those upon high, long forgotten by those who would seek it. John approaches -- EXT. Jump point - night A military police is present. Squad size. Anti-Grav platforms (levitated bunkers), are locked in place high above ground. They defend the jump-point. The soldier police train John with their weapons. A beam scans John from head to toe. Hes cleared. Never missing a beat, John continues. John looks up, pierces a gaze that penetrates the soldiers pitch-black face shield. JOHN (V.O.) The human soldier police, the Corporate dog. They fight a disintegrating criminal society while we war with a real enemy -- the ones theyve created. The Exiles. 00020000067E00001315678,Behind the checkpoint, a small complex -- a gateway station. John heads for the gateway -- a giant electro-magnetic arch. It swirls a pool of tranquil energy, large enough that a vehicle could easily pass through. JOHN (V.O.) Im tired of this war. Theres only tomorrow. John routinely steps through the arch. A flutter of distortion and ripples, and hes gone. JOHN (V.O.) And tomorrow would be another day. The day that we were all discovered. Ext. deep space Abysmal. Cold and empty. Only stars pierce darkness. A ROAR of fusion propulsion SCREAMS from a spaceship. This is the nomad, A small industrial frigate, hardly robust. EXT. Nomad - deep space The Nomads propulsion extinguishes. It cruises down to a slow glide. Nearby, a wormhole. It spins timelessly, lush with spectral ribbons of a rainbow. The Nomad is but a speck in contrast. A motorized blast shield retracts open, reveals reinforced plexi windows. A faint, yellowish light emits from inside - INT. Helm - deep SPACE Old steel and twenty years old. Monitors and sensors chatter at two implanted helm seats. Seated at the helm position is Veronica (30), or simply VER. Hidden beauty underneath years of hard-boiled industries. She pilots this beast. Ver transfixes her eyes on to the anomaly. She skittishly smiles. VER Welcome to our universe. An air-pressure door unlocks open. In walks DAVID (30). Its been a long ride, but he still grips an edge. He stops at a small set of steps. It leads down to the navigator position. David Whats our distance? VER Hundredn sixty-thousand kilometers and holding. Davids eyes zip back to the wormhole. Exciting and dangerous. 00020000067E0000198D678,VER Are you just gonna stand there? David derails himself from the view and takes a seat. David You think this may be the one? VER Never have been. David slides forward a multi-monitor instrumentation panel. Multi-angle video of the wormhole fill most of the screens. DAVID Id feel a hell of lot better if it was. An audio com-feed squelches to life. David thumbs a switch -- a static ridden image of SARAH fills an eight inch monitor. DAVID Yeah, Sarah, go ahead. SARAH (V.O.) (dolefully) Deepsweeps preliminaries are back. DaVID Bout time. SARAH (V.O.) Sending, now. Sensors and gauges quickly fluctuate. Monitors fill with data. Davids eyes dance lively monitor to monitor, then stop dead on a sensor read-out. DAVID Sarah, can you confirm this? SARAH (V.O.) Thats what its tellin us. I have no idea if its right. You hear me, David? VER Tell me. David Gravity levels are all in the green. One-hundred-twenty MGUs. Ver looks out to the wormhole, as if it called her name. VER (eagerly) This is it. David continues to study read-outs. DAVID Neutrinos are off the scale, steadily dropping. (into mike) Sarah, we need to get in there to take a matter sample. SARAH (V.O.) I cant believe you talked Steven into this. DAVID Were just doin our job. SARAH Didnt waste anytime trying to be a hero. DAVID Were in and out, Sarah. SARAH Better be. Guys... be careful. DAVID Just a peek. Nomad, out. David kills the com-link. Hes adrenalized. Ver sits uneasy. DAVID You okay? VER Yeah. Feels like the last line of work in this business. David tugs her arm. DAVID Cause it is. Well be fine. She nods. They both harness themselves in. 00020000077F00002005779,David Watch each other for Vortex Sickness. VER Weve simulated at this level of gravity before. Should I remind you? DAVID I was awake. Cycling sensors and shields. Fine, last bet? David strokes switches on the panel. VER With what money? DAVID That comes after we win. Lets go make some history. EXT. nomad - dEEP SPACE The ship accelerates, heads straight for the mouth of the wormhole. INT. hELM - dEEP SPACE Bulkheads creek. Adrenaline pumps through their veins. Ver tightens her hands around the nav-wheel. David tracks a read-out. David Here we go. 49.9 MGUs... 50.5 MGUs...60.3. Steady on this heading. The cabin shivers from turbulence. DAVID Hull integrity stable. Shields holding. Looking good. A CHIME pulses from a sensor. Ver scans the screen. DAVID Whataya got? Ver chews on a read-out. DAVID Cmon, what is it? She deciphers on-screen data. VER Power source. DAVID Out here? What type? VER Dont know. Systems still compiling. Ver hammers away on instrumentation. David checks a reading. DAVID Active little sucker. David watches its erratic behavior on screen, when it disappears. DAVID Wait a second. Whered it go? A series of analytical blips from the instrumentation. VER Getting something. Ver eyeballs the read out. It scrolls: VER Unknown classification on all properties or origins. Add generic type? DAVID Did you check the entire database? VER I know what Im doing. Ver enters data via keyboard. VER All right. What now? David fumbles with a risky idea. DAVID Okay. Set a course on last known. VER Maybe we should just let division go the rest of the way. DAVID Forget that. How far out was it? She reserves protest. VER Two minutes on heading zero-three-one-seven. He boldly continues. DAVID Adjust course for intercept. VER David, our jobs back at the outpost. DAVID This is our job. You said it yourself. Ver shakes her head. VER I dont know. Somethings not right. 0002000007FE0000277E7F8,David unlatches himself, squats next to Ver. He gently handles the back of her neck. DAVID Think what this could mean for us. VER Were less than two-hundred surveys short of getting home. Thats but a couple of months away. This is dangerous. DAVID Like everything else in our lives. If we can get a matter sample -- WHAM! The cabin whip-lashes madly to one side. David is thrown face first into instrumentation, then falls to the steel floor. Hes cut his forehead. VER David! Ver unlatches herself, helps him up from his daze, back onto his feet. DAVID Im all right. Get the blast shield. Lower the blast shield. The lights fiercely fluctuate, the power slowly drains. Ver hits a switch on the console. The blast shield retracts down over the plexi. A dark mass glides by. The blast shield gradually phases it out. It goes unseen. David seats himself. DAVID What the hell hit us? Ver toys with sensors. Panic gradually rears its ugly head. VeR Theres nothing out there. DAVID Lets call it a day. Get us out of here. Ver presses a lever forward. The engines blast on. The ship shudders. She buries the lever to full power. This sends the cabin into a violent quake. VER Were not moving! Ver flicks a monitor on -- an external view. The screens electrified with static. She sees something in all the carnage -- a HUGE MASS. The screen turns to snow. Her eyes breed panic. Ver David? The cabin soars. An ALARM screams from the console. DAVID Structural integritys redlining. Shuter down, down! Ver draws the lever back. The intensity subsides. Mild tremors jar the crew, some more nerve clawing than others. The instruments BUZZ. A pale glow of weak lights. VER Everythings offline. Powers down to twenty percent. DAVID Raise the outpost. She grapples a headset, punches buttons. VER (into mike) Actarius One, do you copy? Sarah, can you hear me? Come in, over. Static screeches from the headset. VER Im getting nothing. David creeps up the steps, to the upper level of the cabin. He closely listens to a new development. 0002000005A000002F7659A,VER (whispers) What are you doing? DAVID Shhh. I thought I heard something. A heavy shudder sends David into a bulkhead. TORTURED METAL being sheered from the aft. David composes, backs away from the cabin entrance, and turns to Ver -- hes scared. DAVID Get the gun out of the locker. Ver captures Davids reaction, joins scares with him. VER David, whats -- DAVID Do it now! The worlds turned upside down. Ver races past David, hustles to a row of storage lockers. David joins her. VER Whats happening? A thunderous CRUNCH reverberates from the aft, rocks the cabin. They collide on the locker. DAVID I think were being boarded. Vers mind races. VER No. DAVID Open it. Keypad lock. Ver fumbles to punch the code in. Finally the door springs open. Various gear. The guns in there somewhere. She pulls out a skimpy equivalent to a 9mm. Its like their last moment. They adjoin at the head. Ver David, Im scared. She clenches him tightly. He slowly reaches for the weapon molded in her hand. It seems so useless. VER Just hold me, David. Hold me. He holds her close. DAVID I love you. Monitors flicker with fuzz, sporadic hisses of static, illumination ready to burn out. Heavy footsteps outside the cabin. Closer. The footsteps stop outside the cabin entrance. Their heads turn, they fear the worst A low-pitch sound, a THRUM, emits from outside the cabin door. It engulfs Ver and David. Their faces cringe in pain. 000200000A9400003510A8E,VER David? They keep interlocked with one another, when the sound intensifies -- explodes into an intense wave of agony. Both drop to their knees, nurse their heads. Imagine a severe migraine, amplified three-folds. Multiple blasts of energy pound the cabin entrance. The heavy, steel doors blown out of its frame, reduced to searing scrapped metal. A dense layer of smoke rises from the entrance, obstructs visibility. Unbearable pain. Ver collapses from her knees to the floor. She curls up in the fetal position. David shakes her. David Ver... Ver! But nothing. He feebly manages to ready himself. An ominous figure stirs within the smoke. David, from his knees, takes aim. He fires a blind shot -- another, and another... A small, circular force-field meshed in the haze of smoke activates. Jade green and incandescent, it simultaneously blinks on after every gun-shot. Impervious. CLICK-CLICK-CLICK -- empty. The pain drives David to the floor, side by side with Ver. Helpless, eyes sleepy, he looks to the entrance. A massive, bi-pedal humanoid silhouette can be seen. The sound fades. David lies prone, helpless. Inside the thick smoke, David can see twin pools of coruscated green eyes -- oval and lidless. An incomprehensible voice, deep and insidious, rattles the cabin. The lights extinguish into darkness. Silence. INT. Johns quarters - night A CRACK OF THUNDER. In bed, John erects himself up. Bad dreams. A moment of disorientation, then he relaxes again. FEMALE VOICE (O.S.) Good morning, John. Shall we continue? Its your move. On a table, near the bed, is a holo-chess board. Above the board, floats the head of a beautiful human female, ANGEL. Johns A.I. chess opponent. John rises and approaches. He rubs his eyes, checks his next move. JOHN Queen to knight six. Check. The queen violently slaughters the knight. Angel Youre not paying attention. This is going to cost you. The bishop hangs the queen. She shrieks. John walks to a wide, rectangular window that overlooks the metropolis. ANGEL Are you all right? Johns minds offset. A half-mile up, he takes in the view. ANGEL John? JOHN I may be gone again for awhile. ANGEL Whats happening out there, in your world? JOHN Its like this game. ANGEL And what piece are you? JOHN I dont know anymore. ANGEL Maybe all of them. She comfortingly smiles. JOHN Good night, Angel. John flicks a switch, the board shuts down. John sits, listens to the storm, and his thoughts. Int. briefing room (HQ) - morning Metallically rendered. Impeccably clean. Somber lights compliment the caliginous ambience. In center of all this -- An assembly of agents sit at a giant, metallic table. John and Darien are recognizable faces. 00020000066F00003F9E669,All to himself, tHE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE TABLE BELONGS TO the Director (60). A bald man, shaved clean. He radiates with authority. He continues the briefing, already in progress... director (sternly) The Exiles seem to believe that they can infiltrate this small world whenever they choose. This regrettably appears to be true. DARIEN I want to make clear -- Director I have read your reports. Darien quietly squares back. DIRECTOR Im afraid if all of you were doing your jobs -- to bring in and put down these rogues, and win this war, the humans would feel more comfortable. This campaign has been going on four years, yet, little progress is being made on a path to destroy our enemy. Destroyed. That is enough to win this war. DARIEN (sharply) We need more men. DIRECTOR I need not remind you, the cloning process is time consuming. DARIEN So let them fight this war. DIRECTOR Enough. We will continue with the resources made available to us. Metro Grids will remain active until a status upgrade. These incursions will be stopped. They must be stopped. Is this any way unclear? Silence is his answer. DIRECTOR Very well. That is all. The agents rise, disperse. John grapples Darien by the shoulder as he leaves. JOHN (discreetly) Whats gotten into you? Darien glares You should know. John watches Darien exit. DIRECTOR John, stay a moment. Have a seat. JOHN (sits down) Sir? DIRECTOR How are you feeling? Unexpected. John searches for a response. DIRECTOR I know at times you share Dariens appraisal, even if youre not openhearted about it. I also know that your neuro-scans return uneventful. Your conscience is clear. 0002000006AE000046076A8,JOHN And Darien? DIRECTOR Near a state of discord. A double-edged reality. If there was no war? JOHN We know nothing but. DIRECTOR We simply are, John. Theres no exceptions. No in-between. John nods accordingly. DIRECTOR I have something else for you. The Director activates a holographic image. A star system projects over the table. A desert planet with twin suns. DIRECTOR This is your next order of priority. A bit out of our domain, but it requires immediate attention. The Actarius Constellation in the second rim. Familiar? JOHN No. The image rotates, zooms down to the planet surface, reveals an isometric view of an installation. DIRECTOR A remote, human outpost. Geologic. They have been conducting surveys on Type Three Minerals for the past six months, prepping the planet for future harvest. Yesterday, their Deepsweep satellite stumbled on to something while it was carrying-on a routine scan of the system. They dispatched their only ship to investigate, when it disappeared. JOHN Something? The Director shuts down the hologram. DIRECTOR A wormhole, John. The first in over twenty-years. John raises an eyebrow. Director I feel I dont need to construe the significance of such a discovery. If the Exiles were to detect of its existence -- JOHN They would annihilate the outpost. DIRECTOR Indeed. We would do the same. JOHN Why send Majesta? DIRECTOR Division wishes to ascertain the situation. JOHN Were already worn thin. DIRECTOR I admire your commitment. However, recent intelligence testify of a sudden Exile withdraw from the contested sectors. I fear that detection is already in their hands. Your mission is simple: secure the outpost, assess the situation, evacuate. 000200000C1A00004CAFC14,JOHN Yes, sir. Ill assemble my team. John rises. DIRECTOR I was meaning to speak to you about that. (dubiously) Youve been assigned a Human Relations Officer to oversee the mission. John caught off guard. Its not standard protocol. JOHN Is that right? DIRECTOR Needless to say, certain interests are closely watching this new development. JOHN From up high. DIRECTOR It comes from no other place. JOHN Anything else? DIRECTOR One last thing. About Darien. Im reassigning him. Hes yours. JOHN I dont understand. DIRECTOR Time off the grids, under your command. Turn him around. JOHN Is there an alternative? DIRECTOR Yes. His immediate and prompt termination. John fumbles with the idea. He nods, it may as well be an order. DIRECTOR Good. Take all necessary precautions. Your mission deadline is thirty-hours. It begins now. John nods, turns and exits. The Director thumbs a switch. A small video-screen arcs open from the table surface. BLEEP. He speaks into the screen: DIRECTOR It is done. Are you sure this is the right girl? Elderly voice (V.O.) The voice-print from the distress call matches. Shes slipped through our fingers the past twenty-four years. Well soon have we want, and our interests will be secure again. DIRECTOR And if youre mistaken? Elderly voice (V.O.) The outpost and its personnel will seize to exist. MaGovern will take care of any problems. Youre well protected, Director. DIRECTOR Im protected only because you fail to inform me. What could this girl possibly possess, that you would have me send my agents light years away? Elderly voice (V.O.) Thirty-hours, not a minute more. BLEEP. The conversation is over. He sighs, uncomfortably left in the dark. Int. Flight dock - mORNING A horizontal launch pad. Johns ship Zelios, a high-tech frigate, sits on the pad. Bruised and used, its seen its share of action. John, Kyra and Darien are huddled at the back of the ship. DARIEN Were all here. What are we waiting for? KYRA Did you not read your log? JOHN (to Darien) Why the venom this morning? Darien You dont approve? The flight dock entrance door cracks open. Attention now on a man (35). An arrogant confidence about him. He approaches, steadfast. He reveals his credentials to John. man Gray MaGovern. Has your team been briefed? JOHN Yes, a short while ago. MAGOVERN Im only here as an observer. However, if need be, I am a qualified operations specialist and the ranking officer. The agents can already feel a grind. JOHN We appreciate your position. Kyra, show the officer aboard. KyRA This way, sir. Kyra escorts MaGovern to the inside of the ship. DARIEN Definitely human. You approve of this? JOHN Our approval doesnt apply, Darien. John leaves up the gangway. Darien trails behind. Ext. skyscraper (flight dock) - day Ash grey clouds. Hard rain. The dock births open. Zelios glides out, ascends high into the clouds. EXT. earth - orbit Earth serene in all of its wonder hasnt changed. Only time. Gargantuan star fortresses. A mighty fleet is in harbor, from the greatest of cruisers, to the most nimble of fighters. 000200000147000058C3141,Zelios tears out of Earths atmosphere. INT. zelios - orbit Darien keys the console. Darien All systems are go. Plotting course. JOHN T-drive, active. Standby for jump. Ext. zelios - orbit The propulsion system ignites in a fiery burst of light. The ship stretches, and in a blink of an eye, it streaks away into space. 0002000006A100005A0469B,Int. alien vessel - deep spaCE Soft energy tunes the air. Lengthy, granitelike corridors, dark and enigmatic. Hollow cavities in the walls harbor the only lights. The ceiling hides somewhere high in pitch-black darkness. An alien form of hieroglyphics tattoo the walls. Int. containment chamber #1 - deEP SPACE Massive in size. It reflects identical characteristics of the corridor. In the center of the chamber, David is suspended several feet off the floor, spread-eagled in the air, tied up by invisible bonds of imprisonment. David regains consciousness. His eyes adapt and scan the surroundings. Nothing but shadows. DAVID Ver? Ver! Dreadful silence. David slumps his head. An old, depleted voice groans from the shadows. WOMAN (O.S.) David. Help me. David snaps his head up. The voice strikes a chord in him. DAVID Who is that? WOMAN (O.S.) David, you left me. DAVID I said who is that? From the shadows comes an old decrepit woman. She wears tainted in filth, hole-ridden clothes. Shes shackled at the wrists and ankles, scarred from a living hell. She wobbles closer. The hideous sight of this woman takes a toll in David. It just cant be, but there she is. He winces. DAVID Mom. WOMAN You left me, David, to die in that horrible place. You left us all! DAVID No. I had no choice. Its unbearable for him to watch. WOMAN (growling) Look at me when I talk to you. (shakes the shackles) I could never get these off. You left them on me. On all of us. Understand what youve done? David squeezes his eyes shut. DAVID Nooo! Silence. David opens his eyes. Shes vanished. David whimpers like a child. Far in the darkness, Two sets of eyes faintly glow almond pools of jade green. 0002000008C20000609F8BC,DAVID (O.S.) Im sorry. Im so sorry. Int. containment chamber #2 - deEP SPACE The same macabre lookout. Ver suspended, helpless. She hangs her head, despaired by this tomb. A triangular door thunders open. David rushes in. Ver sees him -- despair turns to hope. VER David! He stops directly beneath her. David We gotta get outta here. She struggles, but its no use. VER I cant. Im stuck. David pulls hard on her leg. She releases, drops out of mid-air to the floor. She crushes him with a hug. VER God. I never thought Id see you again. What is this place? David No time. Lets go. He tries to haul her off, but she stops in her tracks. VER Where to? Howd you find me? David searches for an explanation. DAVID I dont know. I got free. Im so glad I found you. Ver suspiciously eyeballs Davids forehead. DAVID Come on. He pulls on her again, but she stays firmly planted. She runs her thumb across his forehead. VER Your cut? You were bleeding. Its gone. DAVID I was? Uncertain, she begins to back away. DAVID Ver? VER Whats going on? Wheres David? DAVID Ver, its me. I love you. Remember? David approaches. She matches his pace, continues backwards. VER Keep away from me. She walks back-back-back -- THUMP -- halts dead in her tracks. She spins around, face first with an aliens mid-torso. She looks up, sees the lucent eyes of this towering creature. A closer look reveals -- A hammerhead shaped skull. Its crown protrudes back, outward. The bulb-shaped contour of its face is but a mouthless flap of leathery skin. It stares down at Ver, and speaks. She SCREAMS, reflexively shoots into Davids arms. He soothingly holds her. DAVID Its okay. Its okay. Shhh. She clenches David tightly, until -- Davids voice mutates, something awful. DAVID Everything will be just fine. She slowly strips herself away. Her mouth opens... Nothing comes out. Nothing but rank fear. She turns back to the alien -- its still there. All eight feet of it. She turns back to David. Wheres David? Its another alien, front and center. Vers awestruck with fear. This alien is different from the other. Shorter, a more slender frame. Long, intertwined organic tentacles grow from the base of the protruding skull. Presumably a female. 0002000004420000695B43C,Ver sickly moans. She turns in a circle, lost in a nightmare. Weak at the knees, she collapses to the floor. The alien FEMALE speaks to the alien MALE. Intervals of audio playing at a slow speed would best describe it. Subtitled. ALIEN FEMALE Their minds were simple to manipulate. ALIEN MALE It would not take long to conquer such a race. ALIEN FEMALE Do not make haste. These were not warriors. ALIEN MALE Should I dispose of them? ALIEN FEMALE This would be a mistake. I want them alive for further analysis. ALIEN MALE As you wish. What are your orders? ALIEN FEMALE Only twelve hours remain. Probe all nearby star-systems. The alien male bows his head, then exits. The female looks Ver over. She turns, begins to walk out, then emits a sound. Ver is instantly catapulted off the floor, strung back up into her former position. Ext. Actarius one - orbit Twin suns eclipse behind a tan-colored planet. Static electricity swarms thin strata. Ext. desert (outspost) - day The land is barren dry. Showers of loose dirt, dry vegetation, sweep across the crack-infested desert floor. 00020000063A00006D97634,The outpost is a giant geological facility, spoiled by months of harsh environment. Generators hum. Solar panels mounted on the roof retract, bury down. Int. garage - day An industrial Hum-Vee has its hood open. A pair of legs squirm from underneath. Tools clang the ground. Sarah (25), stands nearby, haggardly. STENCE (20), rolls out from under, grease up to the elbows. Stence Flywheels had it. Trannys leakin again. Tomorrow's runs gonna have to wait. Stence fires up a smoke. Sarah kicks the Hum-Vee. THUNK! SaRAH Martian junk! Stence This things as old as my grandma. Whad you expect? SARAH I expect things to work. Stence Take it easy. Ill fix it by morning. Sarah sighs, shakes what eats at her. SARAH Im sorry, Stence. STENCE Listen, go get some sleep. Ill work on this artifact, first generation piece of Martian crap. And they dont pay me overtime, ya know? She smiles. Must be the first in days. SARAH Good fer another five kilometers? STENCE (shamelessly) Yep. The garage access door opens. STEVEN (50), an Englishman, pops his head in. Steven Sarah, inbound ship. Sarah Resupply? STEVEN I dont think so. Sarah sparks to life, moves out with a sense of urgency. Int. operations - day The heart of the facility. A ring of corridors interconnect operations like spokes on a wheel. A giant radars erected in the middle of operations. MARCUS (25), on the radar. Sarah and Steven hustle in, join Marcus. SARAH Marcus, transponder lock. Marcus Im workin on it. Lots of atmospheric. SARAH Reroute energy from secondary sub-systems. Tap em out if you have to. 0002000005BA000073CB5B4,MARCUS Im on it, Im on it. Marcus fiddles with the control console. Silent prayers when -- The com-radio squelches on. Eyes light up. STEVEN Listen. Sarah snatches a headset, straps it on. Into headset: Sarah Actarius One to inbound vessel, come in. Static. Then a distorted signal breaks through. The group holds their breath. Over the radio: JOHN (V.O.) Actarius One, this is Majesta vessel Zelios, we copy. Faces shift and fluster. MARCUS Majesta? Sarah frowns. Sarah (into mike) Majesta vessel, your presence has not been requested. Turn around and go back. Stence cheerfully enters operations, performs a victory dance. Stence Shell be purring too-morrow. Am I good? Watch me now! Steven waves Stence off, Do not disturb!. JOHN (V.O.) Negative. Your orders are to stand down and make preparations for evacuation. SARAH (into mike) Now wait just a goddamn minute. MARCUS Losin the signal. SARAH (into mike) You have no business here. The signal breaks into static. MARCUS Youre off. SARAH Damnit! Sarah tears the headset off. Marcus on top of some readings. MARCUS Another storm moving in from the northeast. Lovely night coming. SARAH (to Steven) Are you just gonna go along with this? STEVEN Sarah, we discussed possibilities. Weve discussed outcomes. (to Stence) Go prep the pad, we have visitors. Please. Stences slow to move out. Sarah presses on. SARAH Im not leaving til I know. STEVEN I dont have time for this, Sarah. Not now. 0002000006A40000797F69E,Sarah scoffs in contempt, zooms out of operations. STEVEN (to Stence) What are you waiting for? Go. Stence moves out. Steven leans in, over Marcus. STEVEN Have you had another look at the neutrino mystery? Why are they disappearing? MARCUS If I could figure that out, I wouldnt be in this business, would I? STEVEN (dismally) What does it matter anymore? Were going home. Three years now. MARCUS The only memory I have of home, is never being there. STEVEN Wasnt aware it had been that long. Im sorry. MARCUS Dont be. Its actually one of my better memories. Its why I like this job. STEVEN After two years I would of thought to know a man better. MARCUS Ill take another look at the neutrino dilemma, see if I cant make something of it. STEVEN I better go and patch things up. MARCUS Have a nice day. Steven exits. Marcus studies a wireframe diagram of the wormhole displayed on a monitor. Int. zelios - orbit Darien switches off the com. DARIEN Some things never change. JOHN Lets gear up. Like clockwork, John, Darien, and Kyra begin their personal arming process. Lockers fling open. Inside, an arsenal of rail-cannons, nano-armor, various gizmos. MaGovern This isnt a combat mission. Darien discreetly smiles, like a snake. JOHN Weve been engaged before in situations like this. KYRA This is for our safety, nothing more. MAGOVERN We know they have no weapons. DARIEN And we know what were doing. Sit back, do nothing. JOHN Darien, begin our final approach. Darien smirks, makes his way to the helm. MAGOVERN Is that man under control? JOHN (insipidly) Please, have a seat and strap yourself in. John heads back up to the helm. Darien flicks switches, makes preparations. 000200000A430000801DA3D,DARIEN Are you done giving me orders? JOHN (abrasive) Do as I say. DARIEN I was under the impression he was in charge. John reaches over, grabs Darien by the collar, jerks him in for an eye to eye. JOHN (controlled) He could report us all. We would spend the rest of our days in the far corner of the universe. Understand? DARIEN (dryly) I understand... John. This is not the time, John releases Darien. JOHN Come to your senses. We need you. REAR CABIN, MaGovern scans the front of the cabin -- no ones watching. He reaches inside his jacket, pulls out a slim, pocket sized PDA. Checks again that hes not being watched, and quietly speaks into the PDA -- Magovern Data file m-j-three-two-seven-b. The flat-screen monitor activates -- displays an IMAGE of Sarah. Magovern takes a long look. Ext. ACTARIUS - orbit Zelios begins its descent into the atmosphere. Through static-ridden clouds, it disappears. Ext. ALIEN vessel - deep sPACE A massive battle platform. Giant vertical pylons, towers, rise from its dark, stone-like mass. Millions of tiny lit windows speckle the surface. From one of many giant towers, an object sails out. A tetrahedron. A rectangular window wraps around all three sides, mid hull. It accelerates along the platform, then shoots off into space. Int. sarahs quarters - day Sarah sits at a table, sips coffee. Shes joined by Steven opposite of her. They seem at ease. Steven dumps enough sugar in his cup for the both of them. SARAH How can you do that? Steven takes a sip. SteVEN A much needed addition this far from home. Listen to me. The Nomad is gone. You know it, I know it. Assume the wormhole didnt pull them apart piece by piece -- twenty four-hours of oxygen would not last three days. Youre smarter than this, so be receptive. She sighs. SARAH Well, theyre also smart. STEVEN It doesnt change facts. Steven shifts his thoughts. He contemplates to speak. SARAH Dont bore me, Steven. Just get it out. STEVEN Are you going to be a thorn in Majestas side? I hope not. Sarah frowns, resentfully. SARAH Please dont start. STEVEN You know their abstract laws. You know what can happen. SARAH Their laws? Theyre a bunch of thugs. STEVEN Im aware of your grudge, but not here, not now. She cleans the table, roughhouses the dishes into the sink. STEVEN It was a long time ago for you. SARAH Only as long as I can remember. Dishes bang around to Sarahs mood. STEVEN Which is hardly nothing. SARAH I know enough. I know what theyre capable of. STEVEN I understand, but Im asking you as a friend, to not bring your past up to their attention. We all have come far, and... 000200000F3600008A5AF30,She readies to interject -- STEVEN (continuing) ...any rhetoric about your father, and Majesta would drive us mad with questions, scans, and you know what else. Ive not walked in the footsteps of everyone here. SARAH I know. Its not a subtle point youre making. Its a silent stalemate. STEVEN (embarrassingly) I suddenly feel like a coward. SARAH Dont. No such thing this far from home. STEVEN I miss my family is all. Lets keep things simple and not go mad. SARAH Just know Im the last person to step off this rock, Steven. He downs the last of his coffee. STEVEN With that, I leave you no qualms. Are you all right? SARAH Like hell just froze over, and Im on the guided tour. STEVEN Right. Ill be on deck. He exits. Sarah sorts through the dishes in the sink. She slams a coffee mug in the sink. SMASH. She turns, takes a seat at the table. Elbows on table, she draws her hair back and exercises a moment of meditation. MUFFLED SHOUTS -- YELLS -- somewhere inside the complex. Sarah hauls off her chair, charges out of the room, into- INT. west corridor - day A STRUGGLE, LOUD SHOUTS from operations. She mindfully paces down the corridor. DIGITIZED VOICE (O.S.) What is the access code to Deepsweeps mainframe? (silence) Answer me. CRACK! -- flesh on flesh. She hugs the wall, and ducks behind a giant electrical panel. She has a partial view of- Int. OPERATIONS - night Seven pale-skinned EXILES control the room. Tattered and dirty. Crude nodes and wires jacked into their heads. Irises like blue ice crystals. They all wear high-tech ergonomic gloves. MAINLINE, a brutal Exile, has Steven by the throat. He forcefully subdues Steven to his knees. NEARBY ON THE FLOOR, Tiny mechanoids. Dime sized. Hundreds of them, rank and file. They have Marcus and Stence flushed against the wall, scared stiff. BACK TO SCENE, MAINLINE The access code. Steven stubbornly keeps silent. Mainline tightens his grip. Steven turns red. EXILE (O.S.) Enough. This is ICE, the predatory leader. Mainline releases Steven and makes way for the boss. ICE (to Steven) Allow me to demonstrate what determination means to me. Ice raises his gloved hand up to the mechanoids. They merge on Marcus and Stence. Ice waves his ergonomic glove, issues a command -- the mechanoids take flight -- Marcus and Stence shrink from a possible attack -- the mechanoids spearhead Mainline! They cover his body like a deadly swarm. Mainlines void of emotion. His fleshs quickly eaten away -- the mechs work down to his cybernetic frame. In horror, the crew watch Mainline purge from reality. Gone. The mechanoids disperse back to the ground. Ice approaches Steven... ICE The next one will not be a sacrifice. The code. SARAH (O.S.) Ive got your code! Heads whip around to Sarah. She bolts down the corridor. ICE Bring her to me. Two Exiles, HARDFLASH and SWEEPER, take chase. Ice extends his gloved hand out to the mechanoids -- they dematerialize into molecular particles, rush back to his glove. Int. WEST CORRIDOR - day Sarah sprints. Dashing footsteps follow. She reaches a short flight of stairs. Three hops and shes clear at the top, that leads into- Int. level 2 access corridor - day T-junction. She breaks left, stops at a steel door with ENERGY GRID stenciled on it. Keypad entry -- she furiously punches in the code. Int. level 2 access corridor - day The two Exiles reach the top of the steps, look right and left -- spot Sarah jamming on the keypad. Hardflash quickly raises his gloved hand, as if to fire a blast at Sarah. A dust storm of molecular particles races out of his glove, instantly manifests the Exiles weapon of choice -- an energy handgun -- he FIRES. Misses Sarah by a hot step, as she slips through the opening door. SWEEPER Ice wants her alive. HARDFLASH He merely prolongs her life. The weapons molecular structure breaks down, vanishes. Int. energy grid - day 0002000006230000998A61D,Sarah keys the door to shut. The room tremors from the flux of energy. Generators, control panels everywhere. A service ladder leads twenty-feet up to a hatch. Sarah sheds off the top half of her jump-suit, heads for the ladder. THUD! THUD! -- on the steel door. It CAVES. She scrambles up the ladder, reaches the top. She clenches the hatch-wheel with both hands, strains to break the first turn of the wheel. SARAH Cmon! With every ounce of torque, it finally gives. She spins it loose. The steel door collapses, in come the Exiles. Sarahs half-way out the hatch. Hardflash easily plucks the ladder from underneath Sarah, uproots it from the floor mounts, spits it aside. Gravity sucks Sarah back through the hatch opening, her nails claw into the rooftop. Her last attempt to save her skin -- she snares the hatch-wheel. It slams shut and she dangles helplessly. Hardflash creates a rifle, goes for the easy kill. Sweeper slaps the rifle aside as it fires. EXT. roof - dusk EXPLOSION. A barrage of debris, chunks of roof, Sarah clinging to the hatch -- all blown through the air. She spirals down into a solar panel, painfully ricochets to the ground. Int. energy GRID - dusk Above the Exiles, a giant chasm, formerly the hatch. Sweeper slaps a restraining hand on Hardflash. Sweeper She is dead. HARDFLAsh I know. Hardflash breaks free of Sweepers grasp, pursues his bloodlust. He springs twenty-feet up, through the cavity. Int. OPERATIONS - dusk Steven, Marcus, and Stence are all seated, guarded by Exiles. Ice and SURGE access a computer terminal. 0002000009DB00009FA79D5,STEVEN What do you want here? Ice abandons the panel, prowls around the crew. ICE If you knew why you were still alive, you would know the answer. STEVEN Were not helping you. So start packing. Ice chuckles. Ice You already have. STEVEN Deepsweep has but little use for you. ICE You have yet to realize the magnitude of your discovery. (to Surge) Activate the transmission. Surge plugs a wire from the computer terminal into a node in his head. CLICK -- BEEP. Stence (whispers to Marcus) What are they doing? Marcus shakes his head, no clue. Stence Crazy. Ext. Deepsweep - dusk Near the outpost, a smaller structure. Fitted on the roof is a sophisticated satellite. It swivels to a new position. CLACK! -- BLEEP -- BLEEP. Ext. alien craft - deep space The alien craft is on a steady course somewhere in space. Int. alien craft - deep SPACE The alien male has an array of visual star maps in front of his position. The star maps collapse, the Actarius Constellation zeros in. A lock is made on a source, zooms in on the planet. Ext. Alien craft - deep SPACE The craft veers, shifts its course. It heads for a pair of twin suns. EXT. rOOF - dusk Sarah bunkers down behind a solar panel. She carefully peeks over. A fist hammers down directly at her head. She rolls clear. SMASH! The panel shatters. Hardflash and Sweeper are nearly on top of her. Sarah scrambles, squeezes under a lattice of pipes. Concealed, for now. Hardflash manifests a rifle, systematically targets the pipes. He fires -- pipes burst, electricity swarms. A storm of burning conduits ready to devour Sarah. SARAH Shit! She kicks and pulls her way through the maze of pipes, until there are no more pipes to shield her. Shes wide open. She scrambles to her feet and makes a run, right into the clutches of Sweeper. She punches Sweeper square in the nose. This hurt Sarah more than it did the Exile. Sweeper violently grabs Sarah, ready to tear her to pieces. A scream of propulsion from overhead. Its Zelios, its gangway is down. A blur shoots across the roof -- its Kyra. She plants a nasty sidekick into Sweeper. Sweeper sails off his feet, lands, and barrels across the tarmac. KYRA (to Sarah) Get down! Sarah hits the deck. Kyra marches steadily towards Sweeper, peppers the Exile with multiple bursts, rips him apart. John bounces around the roof, evades automatic fire. He targets Hardflash -- fires. Hardflash hurdles tracer fire, and comes crushing down on John. The Exiles momentum plunge both men down off the roof, onto- 0002000008B60000A97C8B0,Ext. perimeter walkway - dusk Ten feet down, both impact on a rail. Hardflash tosses John face-first into the steel wall, immediately targets John with a handgun -- fires. John evades, displaces out of sight, reappears twenty feet away, rips a bolt into Hardflash -- demolishes him. Ext. roof - dusk Zelios thrusts down, lands on the pad. Kyra rounds up Sarah, briskly brings her aboard the ship. Int. zelios - dusk Sarah plops down on a seat. Kyra Are you all right? Sarah gives a weary nod. Int. Operations - dusk From the outside, the sound of all hell breaking loose. ICE What is it? Surge isolates, analyzes the sounds indigenous to the outside. Surge Ferromagnetic energy discharge. ICE Majesta. Surge They could wreck everything. ICE Our plan is in motion. Theyre too late. A SOLID TONE rings. Surge reacts, observes a blip on the radar. Surge Its coming. Within the hour. Ice turns to VIRUS and HAMMER, the two remaining Exiles. Ice Lure Majesta inside. Destroy them. Ice turns to the crew. ICE Here you witness the unfold of a new time-line. Ext. ROOF - dusk John scales a ladder, makes his way back on to the roof. Kyra stands guard on the gangway. KYRA The girl says there are more Exiles inside. Her crew, as well. John Whats her condition? KYRA She appears to be fine. JOHN Stand watch. John enters the ship. Int. zelios - dusk John enters, watches Sarah chug water out of a cantina. She stops to catch her breath. John stands front and center. JOHN Im John. Whats your name? She looks up at John, vindictive eyes. She spits nonchalantly next to his feet. John coolly looks down -- just missed. MAGOVERN Sarah, were all friends here. SARAH Who the hell are you? MAGOVERN Gray MaGovern. Human Relations. Im here to make sure -- Sarah jeers. SARAH Dont jerk me around with your corporate etiquette. JOHN How many Exiles? Sarah stubbornly keeps her mouth shut. JOHN Your people need your help. The only thing she may care for. SARAH I dont know. Two less than before. Over the com: KYRA (V.O.) Movement, north-side of structure. John and Darien ready their rail guns. MAGOVERN (to John; discreetly) Are you prepared to deal with their numbers? John extends the courtesy back of being discreet. 000200000DAB0000B22CDA5,JOHN Well, you are a qualified operations specialist. Youre welcome to join us. MAGOVERN (dryly) Just do your job. End of discussion. JOHN Darien, lets move. SARAH Im coming. Sarah attempts to bypass John. He nabs Sarah by the arm before she can get two feet from the gangway. JOHN Please, sit down. SARAH Goddamnit, let go of me. John shows Sarah back to her seat about as politely has he can. Sarah jerks her arm free. SARAH Dont you dare hurt them. MAGOVERN (to John) Go on. John has no time to decipher Sarahs animosity. John and Darien exit, onto - Ext. rOOF - dusk Wind howls, sand blows. John, Darien, and Kyra are grouped at the rear of the ship. KYRA Its going to be tight in there. No clear paths for displacing. DARIEN We can ambush them easily enough, right here. JOHN Not with this storm. DARIEN We still have the advantage, John. JOHN Our missions inside. We move. Com check in three. Darien, pissy, slaps his weapon to charge mode. The agents sweep across the roof in separate directions. Int. OPERATIONS - night Ice lords over the crew. Ice Do you love your humanity? (silence) I despise it. Wish to know why? SteVEN No. Theres no changing what you are, or what youve done. Youre killers, nothing more. Who could forget six-hundred-million innocent lives lost? Ice snarls, moves in. Steven finds himself staring into Ices perilous eyes. Ice Innocent? Your kind has fabricated life only to destroy it. We also survived your holocaust, and now you pay for his mistakes. STEVEN Youre nothing but a technological abomination. Ice grabs Steven by the jaw. Ice How fortunate right now, Ill dismiss your human tongue. Ice releases Steven. STEVEN Youre here for the wormhole. Ice Ignorant man. Its not the wormhole weve come for. EXT. alIEN CRAFT - near actarius The tetrahedron approaches the planet. Int. lEVEL 2 east CORRIDOR - NIGHT Darien in a slow, alert pace, creeps down the corridor, instincts on overdrive. Int. Level 2 north corridor - night Water leaks from overhead PVC. Footsteps echo. Kyra rounds a corner, ready to fire. A guard rail separates the second floor walkway from a giant room below. Stairs lead down. Kyra checks below, makes her way to the set of stairs. KYRA (low; into mike) Com-check. Over. Static feeds the headset. Int. processing room - night Mineral conveyors, storage bins, and hoppers. All empty. A lengthy vehicle tunnel extends out to a closed vehicle door. John checks the large bins, looks down the tunnel, but nothing. Static riddles the com. He taps his headset. High above, Hammer swings down from a hoist chain. John spins -- fires late, hes instantly nabbed off his feet. John clutched in the Exiles grip, arcs high in the air, impacts on the wall. John drops down, glances off a conveyor, spills down to the ground. Hammer drops down next to John. John rises, painfully catches all thirteen inches of the Exiles boot in his neck. Hammer creates a giant knife, then strikes. John snatches the Exiles hand, struggles against brute strength. Hammer Your kind will soon come to an end, as will your master. The knife tip grows -- inches towards Johns jugular. John trips up the Exile at the last second, displaces out of sight. John plays the phantom, springs up in multiple locations, scatters the area in a series of blurs. Hammer attempts to track, but its too late. John unleashes firepower from up-down-sideways, pulverizes the Exile into a pile of spare parts. John stays on the move. Int. Zelios - night 000200000D2A0000BFD1D24,Sarah stares out the cockpit, restless. Magovern (O.S.) Youve come a long way, Sarah. SaRAH What the hell do you know? MAGOVERN Enough to make you feel uncomfortable. She checks her six. SARAH What did you say? MaGovern holds the PDA for her to see. She eyeballs her self- image, then locks her eyes on the large handgun holstered inside his vest. She keeps a cool head. She innocently maneuvers to take a closer look at the image. Very close. With breakneck agility, she gracefully lifts him of his weapon, instantly appoints it underneath his chin, ready to play some music. SARAH Youve come a long way. She shoves off MaGovern, keeps the bore of the weapon between his eyes. She rips the PDA from his hand. SARAH Got sumthin to tell me? She accesses the PDA. MAGOVERN Youre in danger. Sarah quips. SARAH I think Im just gonna kill you now. MAGOVERN That wont change who you are. Confusingly, she looks away for a split second -- just enough time for MaGovern to disarm Sarah and reverse the roles. He presses the weapon firmly on her skull. SARAH Do it. I dont care anymore. The weapons power cells charge. Sarah eyes seal up. MAGOVERN Youre just like the profile says. The cells power down. Her eyes relieve open. He lowers the weapon. MAGOVERN Its the reason you made it this far. MaGovern holsters the weapon. MAGOVERN I know how confused you must be. SARAH Youre Majesta. MAGOVERN Thats not possible. Or is it? SARAH Human Relations, my ass. MAGOVERN Sit down. SARAH No. MAGOVERN Sit. He forces Sarah to take seat. SARAH If youre arresting me, or here to kill me -- MAGOVERN Shutup and listen to me. Right now you have bigger problems than Exiles. SARAH Oh yeah? Who? MAGOVERN Youre a smart girl. Its a short list. SARAH Who the hell are you, really? MaGovern reaches inside his vest, passes her his credentials. She looks at a photo I.D. -- MaGovern, Gray, but its a different man. MAGOVERN Who I ams not important. Whats important is that mans dead. SARAH Whats that have to do with me? MaGovern fidgets, looks out the cockpit window. The coast is clear. MAGOVERN Its your past. Something your father gave you, a long time ago. SARAH My father was murdered by Majesta. MAGOVERN Your father was Majesta. Sarah sneers, and it then sinks deeper. SARAH Impossible. Youre lying! She charges MaGovern. He spins her around, presses her on a bulkhead. Sarah squirms, MaGovern firmly holds her in check. MAGOVERN Theres so much you dont know. He presses a finger to her forehead. MAGOVERN Your father put it all right in here. Now someone wants it pretty bad. Want my help, or would you rather I turn you over? Sarah calms. MaGovern releases her. MAGOVERN Ill explain more once were gone. Right now, I need you to strap yourself in. Were leaving. SARAH What? We cant just leave. Theres people still here. My people. MAGOVERN This could be your only chance. Footsteps from outside the ship. MaGovern draws a keen ear. MAGOVERN Stay put. MaGovern slaps a switch -- the gangway lowers. EXT. roof - night Magovern creeps out. Sandy gusts of wind fan the tarmac. No one home. MaGovern draws his handgun. He locks his gun forward, continues to endeavor into a dense meld of fleeting sand, and obscured darkness. He stops, checks his six. Thirty-meters between himself and Zelios. The ships running lights are but dusky halos. 00020000070E0000CCF5708,Uncertain and alone, MaGovern does a bout face, marches back to the ship. The sound of a low thrum is heard. Its barely audible, but MaGovern gently touches his temples, irritated. As he gets closer to the ship, the thrum amplifies with every step, more painful than before. The wind dies. Sand settles to the tarmac, unveiling a menacing contour. MaGovern sluggishly snaps his gun up. He squints. Int. zelios - night ENERGY BLASTS. It concludes before Sarah can snap to her feet. Hesitant, she peers her head out the back. SARAH (low) MaGovern? Hey. The silence chills her. She endeavors a few steps further, half-way down the gangway. Ext. Zelios - night Only the howl of the wind. SARAH Hey. Out of nowhere, MaGovern plows into Sarah. He desperately clings to her. Flimsy. Incoherent. SARAH What happened! MAGOVERN Remember what I said... go. She struggles to bolster all two-hundred pounds of him. He slumps through her grasp, inanimately drops to the ground. Sarah clearly sees his chest. A bloody cavity, fused and solidified. Grisly to watch. A blade springs to life, close enough to make Sarah jolt. She gyrates half circle. Her eyes scan unfamiliar shadows. HEAVY FOOTSTEPS approach, but its a set of luminescent eyes buried in a shadow that makes ice flow through her veins. The alien divulges from the shadows. It wields a giant spear, much like a halberd, proportionate to the aliens size -- very big. In addition, theres also three small triangles, flat with vertical rods. They revolve around the alien. Sarah makes a dash for the edge of the roof. An intense psionic thrum, painful enough to send Sarah into an involuntary nose-dive across the tarmac, near the ladder. She grabs a rung, and pulls herself in an awkward position to climb down. She descends, but slips, down onto - 0002000005AA0000D3FD5A4,Ext. perimeter WALKWAY - night Brutal touchdown. She picks herself up, and with a limp, trudges to a nearby entrance. She enters the outpost. Int. WEST CORRIDOR - night A salvo of weapons fire exchange. Exiles on one end, adjacent to operations. Agents on the far end of the west corridor. A blast of energy rips Kyras armor open. She collides on the wall. She scoots herself clear of enemy fire. JOHN Kyra! The breach in her armor auto-repairs itself, effectively seals back up. John scurries over to her. KYRA Im all right. It didnt go through. JOHN (to Darien) Thirty seconds. John signals to assault. Int. OpERATIONS - night No sign of the crew. Virus suppresses fire. ICE (to Surge) I must make more sacrifices. Ice looks to Surge, silently decides his fate. SURGE I understand. ICE Your actions will not be forgotten. Surge nods. Ice makes a casual getaway, escapes down the south corridor. Int. OPERATIONS - night A blurry assault. Spatial trails crisscross within operations. Virus snags Kyra mid-transit, hurls her through the radar screen. CRASH! Her head impacts on the steel wall, severe enough to stupefy her. Before Virus can finish Kyra off with a well placed shot... Hes violently swept off his feet, ensnared in a displacement trail. A rag-doll being taken for a detrimental ride. SURGE, From his mechanical glove, a spawn of molecular particles -- they materialize into nano-mechanoids, and shoot straight for John. 000200000E940000D9A1E8E,John eludes the attacks, randomly slingshots around in a tight confine. The mechanoids lance into John. He plunges back-first to the floor. They fiercely scourge his armor. NEARBY, Virus is crushed into the control console. Showers of sparks and strobelike-flashes ignite. Virus is paralyzed, convulses from the sear of electricity. Fried. Darien slaloms to a stop, frowns over the expired Exile. Darien turns his attention to- JOHN, hurled off the floor, straight into a wall. Crucified. Every inch of his armor is under assault. Hes powerless and immobile. Surge waves the glove around, amused, in control of Johns fate. Darien stares at John -- vacant of apathy. KYRA (feebly) Darien. Do something. Darien snaps out of his trance, turns to Kyra. She still reels from the impact. Darien turns back to John, sickly slow to engage. Surges glove hand tightens, as if to crush John. WHOOSH! A trail of energy fire blazes past Darien. Surges arm is blown out of its mechanical socket. Hydraulic fluid squirts. The mechanoids evaporate. John tumbles to the floor. Kyra labors to stand, aims, then punishes Surge with a horrendous field of fire. Surge staggers, bolts rip through his exoskeleton. He drops to the floor, a mound of cybernetic debris. Kyra takes heed of John, rushes to his aid. She crouches down, evaluates over his armor. The armor is riddled with patches of degenerate layers of fiber, near breach. KYRA Im sorry, John. He stood idle. The armor steadily regenerates. Thin layers of fiber interweave and grow thicker. The process slows, miserably stops short of the armors peak condition John pulls to his feet. John and Dariens eyes dangerously connect. DARIEN (blandly) I had no clear shot, John. A LIGHT KNOCK distracts the agents. It comes from inside a room adjacent to operations. The agents look to a nearby door. Kyra moves in, and takes a defensive posture. John gives the go-ahead to open the door. A beam from Kyras weapon rapidly scans the keypad. A series of BEEPS. The door slides open. The agents ready. STEVEN (O.S.) Hello? Is it safe? JOHN Come out. Steven aversely does so. He scans the mess and breathes a sigh of relief. Marcus and Stence follow. Stence Damn! Helluva fight. Stence picks up a severed Exile limb. An arm. He shakes hands with it. Stence Hiya doin? Bitch. He tosses it. JOHN Is this everyone? STEVEN Wheres Sarah? JOHN Aboard our ship. STEVEN She is all right? JOHN Yes. DARIEN I wish to question these people, John. JOHN It can wait. Kyra, bring them inside. Kyra exits. DARIEN (rigidly; to Steven) What were the Exiles doing here? Why are you still alive? STEVEN They took us hostage. They were after Deepsweeps array. DARIEN Ive never heard of Exiles taking hostages. Have you, John? John sighs. He sees where Dariens going with this. STEVEN What are you saying? DARIEN Im saying I dont believe you. JOHN I believe them, until we can prove otherwise. Stand watch. (to Steven) Come with me. John escorts Steven to the radar, joins Stence and Marcus. JOHN I want access to your communications log. StEVEN As you can see, that might prove difficult. The radar screen is on the floor in pieces. The Exiles dead body has severed the control console in half, buried three feet deep in charred instrumentation. JOHN Yes. DARIEN, Stands watch. He watches John. Baleful and ice cold. Int. Level 2 south corridor - night Sarah worn thin, tramples forward, looks over her shoulder. A powerful hand reaches out, pins her to the wall. Its Ice. ICE The clever one. This was not a safe way. Ices glove ignites with particles. Sarah struggles. Down the corridor, a steel door grinds open. Sarah gazes. The alien approaches. Ice lays his eyes on the creature. 000200000C450000E82FC3F,Ice Run along, child. Ice releases Sarah. She trudges down the corridor. She stops around the corner, observes from a distance. The alien continues forward. The hilt snaps open, extends into a spear -- a shearlike blade springs forth. The Trifenders take flight, revolve around the alien. ICE (blissfully) You were well worth the wait. Ice postures battle readiness. He manifests a rifle. Ice opens fire. A hail of energy races down the corridor -- the aliens frontal Trifender intercepts, its shield activates, promptly absorbs the attack. The alien engages his mental powers. Ices unaffected. The alien stops momentarily -- a Trifender emits a cone shaped beam, scans the Exile over. The psionic attack stops. The Trifenders all burst with energy. Ice overwhelmed, takes multiples, reels to the ground. Ice snaps to his feet. The alien whips his spear back, thrusts forward. Ice ferret steps to the side and dodges. A fierce melee takes place. Ice creates a knife, strikes several times. The shields flash on and off. Ice sneaks in a shot, draws blood. The ALIEN SHRIEKS and viciously engages back. The Trifenders assault Ice with sporadic energy fire. Ice stumbles back. The alien whips the spear in place, drives the blade through Ices torso. Internal combustion ripples the body. The alien tosses the remains aside. It presses its wound with all four of its fingers. A clear, gelatinous fluid oozes through. Sarah makes a noise. The alien spots her and hones in. Int. OpERATIONS - night Marcus attempts to access the half destroyed computer terminal, but gets nothing. He pries a panel open. SNAP! CRACKLE! SPARKS. MARCUS Well, its official -- mainframes folded. Steven draws a keen eye to a barely functional read-out. STEVEN Deepsweeps still emitting. Marcus joins Steven. A still functional Oscilloscopic read-out rapidly fluctuates. Rhythmic. John leans in. JOHN What is it? MARCUS Your little friends manipulated Deepsweeps array to act as a beacon. (points to read-out) You see this pattern? Low band harmonics. Theres interlaced data. Steven studies over the readings. It hits him. STEVEN A mathematical code. Stence Math? What the hell for? STEVEN The universal language. STENCE So translate it. STEVEN In a lifetime or more. JOHN Can you track its course? STEVEN Directly to the wormhole. Im beginning to understand. It dawns upon John. JOHN Can you shut the signal down? MARCUS No, hard-wires been severed. Have to do it manually. Stence Im just a mechanic. What the hells happening? JOHN The Exiles have broadcasted a message. Stence To who? Footsteps clatter down the north corridor. Darien alertly checks his six. Sarah charges towards operations. CRACK! A blast of energy to the rear shoulder plunges her into operations. Sarahs in shock. Steven cringes at the sight of the wound. STEVEN Bloody hell. The alien approaches. All can see it. MARCUS This isnt happening. John steps to the edge of operations. JOHN (into mike) Kyra, get back to operations. (to crew) Get out of here. Go! A barrage of energy races by. Steven and Marcus pick Sarah up, move to take cover down the east corridor. 0002000005AE0000F46E5A8,Darien paints the target-- opens up. The alien shield surges, devours the hail of bolts. John couples with Darien, adds a streamline of firepower. Not one bolt penetrates the shields. The Trifenders multi-task assault and defense. Another vicious volley, John and Darien duck behind a wall, pinned down. Ext. Rooftop - night Kyra moves to the aft ramp of Zelios. She spots MaGoverns body. A staticky com-feed squelches through. JOHN (V.O.) Kyra, do you copy? Return to operations. Be alert. KYRA (into mike) Yes, on my way. She kneels beside MaGovern. She grabs his shoulder, rolls him over. Its too dark for details. She grabs a flashlight from her vest and activates it on the body -- her face chills up. His body has been shrivelled and zombified. It resembles years of decomposition. Int. OPERATIONS - night Metal rifts and splinters, all around. JOHN Fall back. Lead it outside. John pops up, lays cover fire. Darien takes off down the west corridor. John fires, sidesteps clear of operations, enters - Int. WEST CORRIDOR - night At the bottom of the stairwell, John and Darien lock their weapons, await to ambush the creature. Int/ext. Operations - night The alien rounds the corner, heads down the east corridor, away from John and Darien. Int. West corridor - night The aliens back is turned. John seizes the moment, lights up the corridor with automatic fire. The aliens dorsal Trifender maneuvers to intercept the blast. SIZZLE. 000200000E170000FA16E11,John ceases fire, frowns forlorn. DARIEN We must immediately report this to Majesta Command. Darien quits, heads up the stairwell. JOHN (firmly) Have you forgotten why were here? Darien slows to a stop, comes back down, stands before John. JOHN A responsibility you seem to so quickly dismiss. DARIEN The responsibility belongs to the protection of the Republic. JOHN The people fall under the Republic. DARIEN (with an edge) What have they done for us? Tell me, John. JOHN They gave us life, with a responsibility. John and Darien are face to face, ready to square off. DARIEN You call this a life? Dying for them? Go on, John. Duty calls. Itll soon die with you. John has fire in his eyes, he could kill him now. JOHN Ill soon wash my hands of you, Darien. John struts away, ready to storm the enemy garrison. DARIEN (low) Ill be waiting, John. Int. infirmary - night Rows of metal tables, various medical equipment. Sarah on her stomach, lays on a cold metal slab. A painful wretch. A flesh wound covers the back of her shoulder, partially fused shut, hideously infected. Marcus readies a syringe. MARCUS Sarah, this is for the pain. When I stick ya, its gonna -- SARAH Hurt like a son of a bitch? Just do it. My day couldnt be any worse. Sarah clenches the table corners. Marcus injects the wound. Sarah squirms, moans. Painful to watch for the others. The pain killer takes effect. She drifts into sleep. Stence (pressing) Cant you do somethin else? MARCUS I grew up off Metro. Whats your excuse? Marcus scornfully tosses the syringe into a biohazard waste-basket. STEVEN Marcus, youre doing all you can. Its all she would want. MARCUS She needs more than painkillers. Theres nothing here. Steven strokes his hand through Sarahs hair. STEVEN Hang in there, girly. Stence Get, you know? Majesta. Im sure they see this all the time. STEVEN What, aliens? Who could believe what just happened? Stence Did you see those eyes? STEVEN We all saw it, Stence. MARCUS It makes sense. Stence What does? MARCUS Four-hundred years of space exploration and nothing. It took just one back-door. STEVEN The galaxy, I fear, just became a smaller place. Int. North access corridor - night The alien continues down the corridor. Int. infirmary - night Sarah begins to shiver like a flu-victim. Her complexion is flushed. Her skin saturates with sweat. The crew take concern around her. SARAH (weakly) Im so hot. Stences eyes lock in on her wound. Stence Holy shit. Look. The wound slowly spreads before their eyes. More infected than before. Flesh eating. StEVEN My God. MARCUS Its metabolizing. Sarah stiffly cranks her head back to get a glimpse. SARAH What is it? Steven? STEVEN Nothing, Sarah. Its okay. SARAH What is it? Dont lie to me. Sarah nearly tapped out, lays her head back down. Steven discreetly continues the discussion with Marcus and Stence. Stence Give her that whatever it was you gave me a couple months ago. When I got sick. MARCUS Paranoxilin? Open your eyes. It wont work. In fact, I think we should consider quarantining her. STEVEN What are you saying? MARCUS This is clearly a biological weapon. Stence Quarantine? MARCUS (firmly) It could be airborne. Stence paces around, near a childish tantrum. Stence Were screwed. Kiss my ass goodbye. STEVEN Quiet. Im not about to lock her up. We stay through this together. INT. lEVEL 2 ACCESS CORRIDOR - NIGHT Kyra hustles down the corridor. From a service tunnel, Darien steps out in front of her. She jacks her weapon up, nearly pulls the trigger. DARIEN Wheres the other? KYRA Hes dead. I found this. 00020000055B00010827555,She pulls out MaGoverns PDA. Darien pries it away from her. KYRA I ran a bio-scan autopsy. Darien keys the PDA to activate. KYRA Med-analysis suggests a biological. Ive never seen anything quite like it. Darien continues to browse the PDA. KYRA Are you even listening to me, Darien? The Exiles have a new weapon. Dariens oblivious. He continues to scrutinize on-screen information, when his eyes twinkle. Hes struck gold. DARIEN How far will you go, John? He hands the PDA back to Kyra and ambitiously stalks off. Int. NORTH ACCESS CORRIDOR - night The alien marches on. It passes the infirmary, continues up the corridor. Int. infirmary - night Steven comforts Sarah, takes a damp cloth to soak up the sweat build-up around her face. She continues to shiver. STEVEN Stence, get me another cloth. Stence slides off a metal table. He heads for a row of medical cabinets and storage lockers. He twists the handle, opens the door. Stence (low) Stupid aliens. Why me? Stacks of blankets neatly folded. He removes the top blanket, pulls it out. The blanket catches on a gurney support bar, an avalanche of metal rods crash to the floor. CLANG! The crew grind their teeth. MARCUS (whispers) Stence, you idiot. Silently sorry, Stence uselessly shrugs. Marcus alertly creeps towards the door, checks the keypad lock. He puts his ear to the door, listens. All quiet. 0002000005F100010D7C5EB,A SPEARHEAD stabs through the door -- the crew jump back in a uniform pattern -- the blade slices Marcus arm. He lurches backwards, caught by Steven. Stence grabs a rod, ready to swing. The blade squeals as it retracts back. The smaller hooks on the blade claw and grapple into steel. The door buckles, the slide-track splinters. The doors jerked out of its frame, into the corridor, swings out of sight. GONG! The door is thrown unto the floor. Silence. Stence tip-toes to the empty door-way, pathetically cocks back the rod, ready to pummel whatever comes through. steven (hissing) Get back here. Stence lowers the rod, turns his back. From the corridor, directly behind Stence, the alien emerges. It steps into the room, the spear draws back, the Trifender tips ignite. The crew point to behind him. STEVEN Stence! Stence spins, sees the creature. Stences eyes light up in fear, freezes like an animal caught in headlights. The creature drives the spear forward -- Stences swept off his feet, disappears into a BLUR -- reappears across the room with John. Steven covers Sarah, Marcus falls prone behind a table. John drops Stence, targets the alien, unleashes a hell-storm of bolts. The alien catches one in the shoulder. John displaces directly in front of the alien -- CRACK -- rams the rail-gun stock directly into its rib cage. The alien sails off his feet -- John blasts it mid-flight. Alien blood spews. It violently impacts on the wall, drops limp. The Trifenders randomly drift above the body. 000200000AB100011367AAB,John targets the alien point-blank, waits. No movement. Stence joins Steven, who tends to Sarah. Marcus crawls out from underneath a table, covers his laceration with a towel. STEVEN We have a situation here. John backs away from the alien, weapon still locked on feign death. He examines Sarahs wound. DOORWAY, Stence curiously eyeballs the floating triangles. He touches one and flinches. The Trifender drifts away. BACK TO SCENE, John carefully turns Sarah on her side. He lifts her eyelid open, sees the pink of her eye. She breaths a slow crawl. STEVEN Can you help her? Please. John identifies the severity of the wound. He dismounts the rail-gun, lays it on a table. John grabs a small device latched on his belt. It sports a liquid filled tube and a nozzle. A medical injection device. STEVEN Is that what I think it is? MARCUS I knew it. They just couldnt do away with all of it, despite what happened. JOHN Thats right. MARCUS I assume nano-meds are strictly used on clones? John activates the device. JOHN Yes. It decreases our field combat turnover. MARCUS Casualties. John continues to make adjustments. JOHN Were not expendable like some would be led to believe. MARCUS Will it work? JOHN Well soon know, wont we? John motions to inject Sarah -- DARIEN (O.S.) John. John stops. Darien and Kyra stand in the doorway. John sets the device down. DARIEN Weve been deceived. JOHN What is it now, Darien? Darien signals Kyra. She approaches Sarah. JOHN Kyra? Kyra seems more under duress, not duty. KYRA Im sorry, John. Please, step aside. John apprehensively does so. Darien with a suck my creed smile. Kyra takes out a medical device, scans Sarah over. KYRA (examining) Shes dying. DARIEN And? Can you confirm? Kyra regretfully nods yes. JOHN Explain this. DARIEN (to Kyra) Show him. Kyra hands MaGoverns PDA to John. Johns scrolls the read-out. John finds it hard to digest. DARIEN I wouldve executed him myself if he was not already dead. JOHN Our mission is to save these people. DARIEN This is now a field tribunal, and the evidence is sufficient enough to terminate her life, or simply let her die. We take the body back to SDOC, and let them sort her out. STEVEN Whats happening here? What are you talking about? DARIEN (to John) You know the corporate laws. You know them better than anyone. John looks to Sarah, then back to Darien. JOHN I wont let you do this. Darien frowns. DARIEN (fiery) Ive known you all along. Darien swings the rail-gun into place, targets Sarah -- FIRES. STEVEN No! John steps in front of Sarah, takes the shot square in the chest -- John slams into a myriad of medical equipment. Kyra darts to obstruct Dariens field of fire. KYRA Darien, no! DARIEN Kyra. 000200000DA100011E12D9B,KYRA Not this way. This is not justice. Darien gently touches Kyras face. DARIEN Given more time, you would know what justice really is. SHLINK -- Kyras eyes widen, her face spasms with pain. She drops to the floor. Darien grips a bloody knife. The crew frozen in time. Darien opens fire. Steven pulls Sarah off the table. The rest dive for cover. The hail of blasts bore through tables, rips them apart. Dariens faces plastered in anger. Hes out to kill everyone. THE INJECTION DEVICE explodes into nothingness. Johns chest armor fumes from the blast. In a stupor, John watches Darien lay fire. Rage builds inside of John -- he displaces -- shoots straight for Darien. Both men displace around the room, grappled to one another. They slam into walls, lockers, equipment. They stop, Darien choke-holds John to the wall. John reaches up, disarms Darien. He rips the displacement device from Dariens belt. John displaces, takes Darien on an unfavorable joy-ride, bashes him on all four walls. Darien collapses to the ground, unconscious. John grabs his rail-gun, aims it point-blank to Dariens head. KYRA (O.S.) John. John turns, spots Kyra on the ground, bloody hand clenched to her stomach. John motivates over to Kyra, holds her head up. Her stomach bleeds profusely. JOHN Kyra. Kyras voice strains, fades with every breath. KYRA I would of never hurt you. Please, believe me. JOHN Dont speak. Johns tracks the floor, spots the remains of the injector. Kyra Take this. She unlocks an identical injection device from her belt, hands it over to John. KYRA Save the girl. JOHN (objecting) Youre my priority. John motions to inject Kyra, but she seizes Johns hand. KYRA John, no. Show them were not the enemy. John leans down, whispers something into her ear. She gives one last smile. John sweeps his fingers over her lifeless eyes. JOHN She was everything we could of hoped to be. Steven somberly stands over John. STEVEN Im sorry. Well not forget this. John nods, equivocally acknowledges the condolences. Int. infirmary - dawn John stuffs and locks Darien into a med-locker, slams the door. A sheet covers Kyras body on a nearby table. The group huddle around Sarah. STEVEN Whats this all about? Stence Yeah, man. What she do wrong? JOHN Nothing. MARCUS He doesnt seem to feel the same way. John sighs, and it spills out. JOHN Sarah is a clone. The crew trade stunning looks. MARCUS What? You mean, like you? JOHN No, not entirely. Her nucleotide sequence differs from mine. Shes a hybrid of two separate enzymes. MARCUS Human and clone? JOHN Correct. STEVEN Unbelievable. Who would of known? Stence Is that why your rabid, psychopath buddy went on a rampage? STEVEN (sharply) Stence. Stence I meant the misplaced individual, sealed in the locker. Sorry. JOHN Darien questions his existence. The only way the war would end for him, would be in his death or yours. Sarah was just an excuse to further justify his actions. STENCE Yeah, hes psycho all right. STEVEN But why terminate her life? JOHN Illegal procreation. Both donor and recipient are to be immediately exterminated. MARCUS And the offspring? JOHN Tracked down, disposed of. MARCUS Whats the threat? JOHN I dont know, and Ive never asked why?...til now. I too question my existence. Just differently. The crew look down at Sarah, differently now. Sympathetic. STEVEN I dont care what she is. None of us do. Bring her back. Please. John programs the device and injects Sarah. 00020000063400012BAD62E,EXT. alIEN vessel - dEEP SPACE A massive armada of alien ships have grouped near the battle platform. Three small fighters exit a tower, and move away from the fleet. INT. aLIEN CRAFT - deep SPACE An alien male observes his console. Star maps. A holographic image of the alien female projects in front of his position. Subtitled. ALIEN FEMALE Acquire the source from where the message originated. The Cruise Lord will move to intercept. The alien male nods. The image shuts off. Int. infirmary - night John stands over Sarah, sweeps the medical scanner over her person. The crew anxiously observe. STEVEN And? JOHN Patience. Stence How long is this suppose to take? JOHN The nanites must adapt. Eyes shift, widen on -- Sarahs wound. It slowly closes, her flesh reconstructs. Steven triumphs, shakes Stence. MARCUS Yes! Sarah moans, vaguely stirs with life. Steven crouches down, eye level with Sarah. STEVEN Sarah? Can you hear me? Her eyes glisten, look to Steven. SARAH (softly) Tell me the good news. Steven smiles. STEVEN Back from hibernation. SARAH I feel like thats the bad news. She fights to sit up on the table. Steven helps her balance. JOHN What youre feeling is normal. You will for awhile. Sarah looks around the room. A disaster. SARAH Jesus. What happened here? Smiles. All is well for the moment. Her eyes pan around some more -- spots the dead alien. She lunges back fearfully, nearly falls off the table. STEVEN Sarah, its dead. Its all right. She looks it up and down, then calms. Stence Arent you gonna tell er? Steven frowns. SARAH Tell me what? 000200000BB1000131DBBAB,Steven looks to John. JOHN Sarah, I need you to listen to me very carefully. SARAH Still here, huh? STEVEN Sarah, please listen. You owe him that much. Trust me. JOHN Do you personally know your mother and father? SARAH No. Majesta saw to that. Does this have anything to do with MaGovern? John hands Sarah the PDA. JOHN Kyra found this on him. Sarah looks at the PDA -- her self-image. SARAH Ive already seen this. She glances down at the screen, reads the text. Her mouth builds agape and denial slowly sinks in. SARAH What is this? She takes another look. She shakes her head no. SARAH Its not possible. No. How could -- My med-scans -- JOHN Routine med-scans would seem normal. Sarah chafes, ashamed by her moment of truth. SARAH This is a goddamn mistake. I thought he was lying. She hurls the PDA across the room, smashes it on a wall. SARAH Why! Ive hated you since I could barely remember. JOHN I need to know what else he told you. Sarah hesitates to say. Can she trust him? JOHN Im not a monster, Sarah. I want to help. SARAH He said my father was Majesta. JOHN Yes. Go on. SARAH He also said my father gave me something, but I dont remember nothin. John picks up the med-scanner. He does it instinctively. He may know what it is. He activates it on her forehead. The med-scanner pulses with a series of BLIPS. John stops. STEVEN And? JOHN You have Carrier Memory. It hasnt been in use for quite some time. SaRAH Carrier Memory? JOHN Neuro-implanted blocks of information. Sensitive material. Majesta discontinued the practice. SARAH Cant you just tell me what the hells in my head? JOHN I dont have that capability. Even if I could, the consequences of retrieval can be quite... overwhelming. MARCUS Must be why they stopped. JOHN Correct. Sarah looks over her crew. Shes borderline from weeping. SARAH Im sorry. I never knew. Steven wraps his arms around Sarah. STEVEN No. We all love you, Sarah. You have more heart than anyone Ive ever known. Sarah uncoils her head, and looks up at him. STEVEN Youre a genuine fighter, and a friend. Im proud to be on your side. We all are. She squeezes Steven back. JOHN Get to the ship. Ill be close behind. Stence (re: Darien) What about him? JOHN Im leaving him for the wolves. Theyll surely come. Go. The crew file out. John walks to the locker, calm, betrayed. John kicks the locker. BANG! Darien wakes. JOHN Youre a coward for what youve done. I really should destroy you. DARIEN Is this place that far corner of the universe, John? JOHN This place is about to become far worst. Enjoy your stay. John walks away. DARIEN Im free -- free! Its what youre afraid of. Youre the coward. Youre the slave! John draws back Kyras sheet, exposes her face. From his vest, John pulls out a small disc, and activates it. He lays it on her forehead. Tiny lights fluctuate from the surface -- Kyras body dematerializes. Gone. Only the disc and sheet remain. He scoops up the disc, conceals it in his vest. 00020000077E00013D86778,John exits. Ext. Roof - morning Stence urgently sprints to Zelios. Sarah sluggishly takes after him. SARAH Stence, wait. Damnit. Stence keeps going. Sarah cant keep up, slowly walks to the ship. Steven and Marcus linger. Steven scans the vista. Dry tropics. Alien palm trees flap in the wind. A low magnetic thrum echoes far in the distance. Steven alertly recognizes the sound. STEVEN Energy bleed. What direction? Marcus pinpoints the direction of the sound. MARCUS Think southeast. Its not one of ours. Im already one for one today. Steven smiles, stuck in worst case scenario. STEVEN How wonderful? Int. zelios - morning Sarah steps inside. Wheres Stence? She makes her way to the HELM, Stences laid back on the steel seat, quiet. SARAH Whats wrong? Off Stences depressive stare, Sarah spots the instrumentation -- melted and unworkable. Stence We were so close. (stands) What the hell are we gonna do now, man? Damn! Stence storms out of the helm, out to the roof. Sarah plops down -- a tortured expression. SARAH Im sorry. Ext. Roof - mOMENTS LATER The crew linger on the rooftop. Stence Were sittin ducks. No ship! Here, hang on to me. Ill just fly us off this rock. STEVEN Calm yourself. Stence walks over to MaGoverns dead body. He points to the cadaver -- Stence Take a sweet look. This is gonna be us, right here on this hellhole. Dim expressions. Stence cools off, Sarah approaches him. SARAH Well figure something out. Stence laughs. FRANKY Im sorry, do you hear that? Thats the sound of deep shit coming. MARCUS You got that right. On the other hand, maybe well just trade you away in exchange for our lives. Stence Piss off, Marcus. In the distance, the screaming flow of magnetic energy draws near. The crew look to the horizon -- a calm fear. STEVEN Lets get back inside. JOHN (O.S.) Theres nothing inside. STEVEN Just in time. Our little brouhaha is about to continue. 000200000550000144FE54A,JOHN Partys cancelled. Lets get to the ship. John heads off -- Stence Your ships toast, man. Someone decided to have a barbecue on your dashboard. Lets just say its not goin anywhere real soon, and neither are we. Hot damn! John sighs. He pans the horizon. JOHN Theres another way. SARAH Whad you have in mind? JOHN The Exile ship. Its here, somewhere. StEVEN Excuse me for saying, but its a bloody big desert. John pulls out a pair of high-tech binoculars, scans the horizon. He spots something in the distance. JOHN Two kilometers, northeast. John hands the binoculars to Steven. He peers through, spots a cave on a rock-face in the distance. SARAH What is it? STEVEN Cliff-side caverns. Good cover. Could also be a complete waste. JOHN Its where I would of landed. MARCUS Its a long haul away. The MAGNETIC PROPULSION grows louder, closer. STEVEN Stence, the Wildcat. Tell me its in tip-top shape. Stence Well... SARAH Good fer five kilometers, right? Stence Something like that. SARAH Even if we find it, can you fly it? JOHN No... but you can. When you find the ship, leave at once. SARAH What? JOHN You can pilot? FRANKY I can get us the hell out of here. Believe you me. SteVEN What are you talking about? We have a way out. JOHN Ill stay behind, keep them occupied long enough for you to make your escape. Dont come back. SaRAH 00020000067300014A4866D,You dont have to do this. JOHN If you find the ship, itll practically fly itself. Head back to Earth, quickly. Sarah approaches John, somber. SARAH Why are you doing this? John pulls out the disc, hands it over to Sarah. JOHN Get this into the right hands. It will help. John heads for the roof ladder. SARAH Wait a second. John ignores Sarah. She scowls close behind. SARAH (adamant) You are brainwashed. You really think its worth it? Your silly cause? (John continues) Are we worth it? Answer me! John stops, faces Sarah. SARAH Are we? JOHN No...but you all are. SARAH John, we can make it. Youve sacrificed too much already. I was wrong about you. John stands before Sarah, braces her shoulders. JOHN Sarah, please listen to me. I was losing myself in this war. The very foundation of my existence was wavering. Its what some would call faith -- I found it here. I know now why I fight. The others join, close by. Miles away, a dust cloud rises from the horizon. THREE ALIEN TETRAHEDRONS tear above the desert floor -- they head right for the outpost. JOHN (to all) Once they have landed, go straight for the cave. After that, youre on your own. StEVEN What makes you so sure theyll land? JOHN To gather their fallen. (looks over crew) So long. The group nods -- theyre on their own. Sarah is torn. SARAH What do I do? What will I do? JOHN What youve always done - stay strong. Goodbye, Sarah. SARAH Goodbye. John nods. He climbs down the ladder, out of sight. Sarah continues a dim stare. STENCE That guys got a set of cahunas this big. SARAH He has a big heart. STEVEN Wildcat, now. The crew head for the roof entrance. 0002000003D1000150B53CB,STENCE I hate wormholes. EXT. dESERT - day John hides behind a a giant storage container, checks his weapon over. Above, the deafening roar of the three alien ships. A cyclone of dust and debris kick up around John. Int. garage - day The crew file into the Wildcat. Stence takes the drivers seat, Marcus takes shotgun. Int. Wildcat - cONTINUOUS Stence fumbles around the instrumentation. Marcus punches a code in on a keypad. The garage door unlocks open. MARCUS Youre the best mechanic this side of the galaxy. Remember that. Stence What are you talking about? Im the only mechanic this side of the galaxy. MARCUS Whatever. Starter up. Stence Just shut-up and let me do this. Stence preps to start it, when he hesitates. Stence What if it doesnt start? Then what? MARCUS Youll be a legend this side of the galaxy. Dubbed, The idiot mechanic who got us all killed. Stence with a kiss my ass smirk, thumbs a switch. It fires right up. Stence Up yours, Marcus. 0002000005DC000154805D6,EXT. outpost - day The three alien ships slowly descend. They stop short, levitate but a few meters from the surface. John casually steps out from behind the storage container. His coat flaps haphazardly from the rush of wind and hell that fans around him. He stands before the three tetrahedrons -- hes charged, primed for battle. Spheres of static energy crackle directly from underneath all three tetrahedrons. Within the spheres, three aliens materialize. Two males, one female. John cracks his neck. JOHN Hope youre ready for this. The aliens activate their defenses -- Trifenders unlock, spears spring open. The Trifenders fire on John -- he displaces, and like a pinball, he ricochets from one alien to the next, rams all three unsuspecting aliens to the ground. INT. wildcat - dAY Faint sounds of weapons discharge. STEVEN Stence, now! SARAH Go! Stence slams it in gear, floors it -- but nothing. The engine just caps out at high RPMs. Stence You piece of shit! I hate you! MARCUS Nice going, sunshine. Stence Shutup, man! Frankys had it. He grabs Marcus, scuffles with him. Stence Start walking your ass home! Mid scuffle, the gear lever switches between gears. Drive, neutral, park... Steven reaches in, struggles to separate them. Sarah leans back, ready to pull her hair out. STEVEN Bloody stop! Both of you. The gear lever switches back into drive, the transmission slams into gear -- huh? -- puts an immediate end to the scuffle. SARAH Five freakin kilometers. Floor it! 0002000005C700015A565C1,The Wildcat burns rubber out of the garage, out into - EXT. dESERT - cONTINUOUS The Wildcat speeds away into the open desert. fifty meters away, John engages the aliens in multiple displacements, fires from several locations. The battle momentarily pauses. The aliens shift their attention to the Wildcat. JOHN Hey! Draws their attention away. John displaces near an alien -- his leg is viciously sliced by a spear, sends him to the ground. John jumps back to his feet, when a wave of psionic energy explodes from the alien males. John grabs his head, struggles with the pain. John displaces, dodges incoming, sloppily fires and misses. His edge, gone. Int. Wildcat (desert) - day The cabin is sedated in silence. Sarah sits quietly in the back. Her mind burdened by the reflection of events. Stence (to Marcus) You know what I want? I mean, next to getting off this ball of dirt? -- Molecular steak. Oh yeah. MARCUS I think I lost my appetite. Steven points to the cavern. STEVEN There it is. EXT. outpost - day John struggles to stand, let alone, fight. The aliens close in. John screams aloud, a futile attempt to regain concentration. He displaces, decoys one of the aliens to fire at one of his own. It works! The alien squeals, blown off its feet. EXT. cavern - day The Wildcat slides to a stop, near a large breach in the canyon wall. The crew file out and stand at the mouth of the aperture. A draft vents out. A downslide of rock and gravel awakens the cavern. 000200000BEC00016017BE6,Steven steps inside the cavern. He scans the dark. LOUD SQUEAL! Stence trips and falls. Rocks scatter everywhere -- a small indigenous life-form scrambles out. MARCUS (to Stence) For your sake, I hope the local life doesnt get any bigger. Marcus helps Stence to his feet. FRANKY Thanks for the tip, Mr. Alien Animal Kingdom. Ext. outpost - day John has put some distance between him and the aliens. He limps, falls face down. He rolls over, exhausted. THIRTY METERS AWAY, One dead alien. The female heals the males wound. A beam from a Trifender scans the wound -- it slowly seals. All thats left is a superficial scar. INT. CAVERN - day Stence uses a small flashlight to navigate the crew through a dense field of stalagmites and jagged calcite mounds. They venture further, up a steep ridge. They use rocky pillars to help their way through the climb. Stence Light. The crew scramble further ahead. The cavern gains illumination. They climb over the last small ridge. Theres a massive cavity in the cavern ceiling. A shaft of sunlight shines down upon an Exile vessel. Stence Hello, steak. Stence circles to the back of the ship. Stence (O.S.) Hey! Dumb Exiles left the door open. Marcus follows Stence inside. SARAH I dont want any arguments from you. Were going back. STEVEN What if hes dead? SARAH Hes coming back, one way or another. Steven nods, in for the long haul. STEVEN I just dont see a unanimous decision on this. SARAH Democracy died a long time ago. INT. exile ship - day Stence and Marcus are at the helm. They keenly scope out the instruments. Sarah and Steven enter. Stence, happy as a clam, sifts through instrumentation. Stence Walk in the park. Even make the Exiles proud. MARCUS This is power, guidance systems. Stence I got it, I got it. MARCUS They really stripped our technology. Stence This is our technology, man. Modified, but its still our baby. Watch this. Stence keys a panel. The ship adrenalizes with power. Stence Ahh. Feel that? MARCUS Im seriously thinking about taking back all the crap Ive ever said about you. Stence Show me some love, for once. MARCUS Everything looks good. Stence Damn right it does. Steven waits for Sarah to break it. She kneels down by Stence. Stence Best news all day. We may just make it. He laughs triumphantly. Sarah stares, ready to deliver the news. Stence What? Are you not listening? Hear what I said? Home! Steak! SARAH Were going back for John. This wipes the joyous smirk clean off his face. Stence Say again? SARAH John. Were goin back for em. Stence scowls. Stence Aint that somethin? Shit, man. What, is it because youre one of them? SARAH Them? Stences broken a boundary. SARAH I see. I must of lost my humanity two kliks back. Right? Stence condemns himself in silence. SARAH I must of also lost my integrity. Whats right and wrong. Everything Ive ever given a shit about. I must of lost my friends, too. Stence Its not like that. SARAH Yeah. STEVEN Sarah, please. SARAH I feel more human now than Ive ever have. 00020000069100016BFD68B,MARCUS Sarah, its a miracle we have a ship. Lets just be gone. SARAH You two are some piece of work. You think hes just doing his job? She gets no response. She storms out. STEVEN Sarah -- She stops and turns. SARAH (harshly) The only person who gives a damn about any of us is still on this planet. Go home to that. She exits into the cave. Sterile silence. Ext. Wildcat - day Sarah hustles out of the cave, to the Wildcat. She cranks the door open, straps herself in. She starts it up, and floors it. INT. wildcat - day She cruises across barren landscape. The motor coughs and sputters. Red lights ignite on the dash. She brings the vehicle to a stop. She hopelessly presses her forehead to the wheel. FUSION POWER OVERHEAD. Sand and dry vegetation blow in a cyclonic frenzy around the vehicle. Sarah lifts her head, pierces a gaze through sand-swept visibility. Ext. wildcat - day Through sand blasted vista, a silhouette emerges -- its Steven. He knocks on the Wildcats mucky, driver side window. The window cranks open. Sarah glooms. STEVEN A friend requires our help. Come along? Steven brings a smile to Sarah. Int. infirmary - day In a fit of rage, Darien repeatedly bashes the locker with his shoulder. The door buckles, the hinges give. Ext. outpost - day In a patch of dusty, vegetative growth, John leans on the outpost wall. The rail-cannon smokes, all used up. He tosses it, then nurses the deep laceration in his left leg. The open garage door is but twenty-meters away. John manages to stand, and painfully hobbles to the garage. Int. Garage - day He catches his breath, peers around the corner. The alien male stands now where John was laying. 0002000006820001728867C,John quickly retracts. He clenches his teeth, nearly spotted. Or was he? John draws a pair of slick auto-mag pistols. Female voice (O.S.) John. John snaps back, guns drawn. JOHN (flabbergasted) Sarah. She smiles. Beautiful. Innocent. John maintains weapons lock. JOHN Youre not suppose to be here. SARAH Ive come back. I felt you thinking about me. Theyre waiting, we can all leave together. She positions herself face to face, in between his arms. Sarahs tranquil blue eyes cast a spell on John. She sensually touches his cheek. The unfamiliar touch chills him. He lowers his weapons. SARAH Dont you wanna leave me with me? She slides her hands over his chest, then comfortably buries her head. SARAH No one can protect us like you can. GUNSHOT. Sarahs eyes widen. John smoking guns. He shoves her backwards, decisively puts two more rounds in her chest. ALIEN SHRIEK. A green, fluorescent glow pierces through the human cornea, then floods the eyes. Sarahs body metamorphoses -- its the alien female! Psionic energy crashes down on John. A blade swings from behind. John ducks, his head nearly taken off. John comes up, targets the alien male. FIRES. The Trifenders make easy work of Johns shots, then immediately target him. John sneaks by the volley, and flees deeper into the complex. INT. operations - mOMENTS LATER John limps up the steps, trips, lands face-first on the ground. His leg continues to bleed. John yanks out his blade, carves out a segment of a dead Exiles duster. He drops the knife and bandages the wound. Mid-dress, a heavy foot crushes down on Johns hand, pins his own hand to the bloody wound. Darien menaces over John. 0002000005CC000179045C6,DARIEN Come to wash your hands of me? Darien grinds his boot harder into the wound. John growls, reaches for the knife. Darien belts John with a vicious left hook, John unable to sweep the knife up. Darien jerks John to his feet, hammerthrows him cross-room into a steel pylon. THUD! Johns head caroms the pylon. He slumps to the floor and shakes off the webs. John reaches down to his girdle, pats around for something. Darien twirls in his hand the displacement device. He drops the gizmo to the floor, crushes it with his boot. Darien draws his magnums, targets John. DARIEN Man versus man, John, if thats what we are. Darien tosses the magnums to the floor. Darien rubs his hands together, extends his empty palms up for John to see. John pulls to his feet, accepts the challenge. OUTSIDE OPERATIONS, Hidden, the alien male quietly observes John and Darien. Both men are near entanglement, unaware of its presence. BACK TO SCENE, They circle the center of the room in a clockwise fashion. Darien strikes -- John blocks and counters with a right cross. WHOP! John draws first blood. Both men explode with a series of combinations. The battle ranges back and forth, from a graceful display of martial arts, to a barbaric street fight. Int. exile ship (helm) - day Stence navigates. Marcus peers through the window. A birds eye view, he overlooks the outpost a hundred feet down. Rough turbulence. Sarah uses an overhead pipe to balance herself. SARAH See anything? 0002000006AF00017ECA6A9,MARCUS Nodda. SARAH Stence, set er down. STEVEN Sarah, well be wide open with our trousers down. The man could be dead. MARCUS Stevens right. He stayed behind for us. We land now, this could all be for nothing. Sarah listens to the voices of reason. SARAH All right. We stay in the air, for now. Int. OPERATIONS - dAY The brawl continues. Both are bloody, but not one man has tilted the edge into their favor. FAINT SOUND of propulsion from outside the outpost. It distracts John -- Darien exploits the opportunity. Darien kicks Johns mid-section. John curls up, Darien follows with a series of body-blows, then comes around with a right hook. Dariens knuckle sandwich plunges John face-down to the floor. Darien scoops up a magnum. Darien chambers the first round. CLE-CLICK! Johns eyes snap open, and eyeballs his knife closely within reach. An echo of propulsion stirs from outside. Darien listens. DARIEN That must be your ride, John. Well, it was, anyway. You left me alive. I wont make your mistake. Darien places the barrel inches from Johns cranium. DARIEN The wars over. My gift to you. Darien gently squeezes back the trigger -- John reacts deadly fast, spins and clutches Dariens gun hand. GUNFIRE. MISS. John finishes the motion, snares the knife, buries it in Dariens abdomen. Dariens face shrivels up. JOHN You can keep your gift. Right here. John gyrates the blade inside Darien. The blood covered blade pulls out as John kicks Darien to the floor. John watches Dariens head plop down. John exits. Darien opens his eyes, stomach a bloody mess. He firmly applies pressure to the wound. He unlocks the nano-injector device from his waist and programs it. He self-injects. 0002000005E2000185735DC,The wound reconstructs. Darien smiles, breathes easier. HEAVY FOOTSTEPS, just to the left of him. Darien spots alien talons. His eyes scroll a long way up, locks eyes with the alien. Darien reacts for the magnum. The alien plunges the spear into Darien. The blade pierces through armor and flesh, stops dead on the steel floor. TINK! Int. WeST CORRIDOR - saME INTENSE WAIL from operations. John stops to check his blood soaked dressing. He quickly re-secures the bandage, continues up the flight of steps. Ext. outpost - day A storm has moved in. Heavy winds. Static discharge. The Exile ship circles a hundred-feet above. INT. eXILE SHIP - day Severe turbulence puts the crew on pins and needles. Stence braces the nav-wheel tightly. The ship takes a Nasty jolt of static. POP! FIZZ -- a shower of sparks from instrumentation sprays the crew. Marcus checks damage control. MARCUS Were all right. Just an overloaded circuit. This time. Stence I really hate this planet. STEVEN This is getting worse by the minute. Sarah -- SARAH Just a little longer. STEVEN We cant take much more of this. SARAH I know, I know. She presses her face to the plexi glass, gazes down. Gale force winds combine with sand, obscure visibility to the outpost. EXT. rOOF - day The roof entrance door flies open. John stumbles out in the middle of the hellish storm. He peers up to the sky. INT. eXILE SHIP - dAY Sarah continues to overlook the outpost. STEVEN Sarah. She ignores Steven, remains firmly on the look-out. 00020000069300018B4F68D,STEVEN We need to go. SARAH Wait. Theres something. Marcus looks over Sarahs shoulder, down to the outpost. SARAH There he is. I see em. MARCUS Jesus Christ, he made it. SARAH Stence, the roof. Down, down, down! Hurry. FRANKY You cant rush ten hours of flight time. Its not easy. Stence eases a lever back. The ship descends. STEVEN Put the ramp down. Marcus smacks a button -- the gangways hydraulic lifts kick on. EXT. rOOF - dAY John watches the entrance door wildly flap open and shut. The shrill of wind is drowned out by fusion power. John snaps about, looks up and sees the Exile ship. The ship sways, over-compensates the terrible winds, but manages to stay on track for the roof. INT. eXILE SHIP (gangway) - dAY Rocky descent. Sarah clings to a girder for support. The ship turns one-hundred-eighty degrees, Ten meters from the rooftop, still dropping. SARAH (to helm) Keep going! EXT. rOOF - day Wind shear rudders the ship chaotically. The ship sideswipes an antennae pylon, it forks into the landing gear. INT. eXILE SHIP (HELM) - day COLLISION. The cabin cants awkwardly. Stence Hang on! ON THE GANGWAY, Sarah is belted around, she loses grip of the girder. She slides down the gangway. A split second before she falls, Steven slaps a grip on Sarah. STEVEN Hold on to me! (to helm) Stence, more power. Pull back! EXT. eXILE SHIP - dAY The ship thrusts back, yaws, the frontal landing gear shears clean off the hydraulics. The ship breaks free, glides sideways, back over the roof. THREE METERS. EXT. rOOF - dAY John awaits, glances back to the roof entrance. Nothing. John looks back to the ship, watches Sarah drop off the gangway, down to the ground. 000200000640000191DC63A,John waddles over to Sarah. She really came back. She pulls to her feet. SARAH Dont say anything. Lets just finally leave this place. John graciously nods, lost for words. Its not an illusion. STEVEN (O.S.) Time to go. Come! The ship hovers but a couple of feet above the ground. Steven waves them inside. Sarah and John hustle to the gangway. Steven extends his hand to John, pulls him aboard, then Sarah. INT. eXILE SHIP (helm) - day John barges in, stares down at Stence. He waits for Stence to clear the helm position. Stence You know what? Youre prolly better at flying this piece of junk than I am. Stence slaps John twice in the shoulder, abandons the helm. JOHN Thanks. REAR CABIN, CLACK! The gangway slowly raises. SARAH We did it. Steven swells delightfully at Sarah, when he glimpses over Sarahs shoulder, his eyes widen fearfully. STEVEN Sarah! Steven dizzyingly whips her around, his back to the gangway. A bolt of energy slips through the closing ramp. CRACK! Steven slumps to his knees, falls at Sarahs feet, his back severely scorched. Sarahs face fills in terror. The ramp seals shut. SARAH No! Marcus and Stence rush in. MARCUS Get going! EXT. rOOF - day The ship thrusts away, disappears into stormy dust-clouds. The alien tracks it out of sight. It disengages its weapons. INT. eXILE SHIP - dAY The crew have gathered around Steven. Sarah rolls him over. His sleepy, watery eyes glisten red. SARAH It shouldve been me. STEVEN (weakly; to Sarah) No. Youve had enough for one day. Sarahs eyes swell with tears. She clenches his sweaty hands. SARAH Damnit, Steven. 00020000064E00019816648,STEVEN Its all right. We all lived honorably today. John enters. JOHN Well be clear of the planet momentarily. Sarah feebly nods. John takes a knee. Steven looks up to him and smiles. STEVEN Whatever made you save these people, John. Dont ever lose that. To John, its an unfamiliar compliment. SARAH A human quality. Sarah smiles admirably. JOHN Ill not forget. Steven takes all their hands, interlaces their fingers into his own, makes a tight mound on his chest. Steven begins to tremble. Sarah leans down close to him. SARAH Today, you were the father I never had. Tears fill his eyes, he uses his free hand to pull her close. He soothes the back of her head. He weakly smiles. STEVEN Today, I have no regrets. Stevens eyes fade to a close, sheds the last of tears. She buries her head in his neck, quietly weeps. EXT. oUTPOST - dAY The alien tetrahedron floats directly over the center of the outpost. A sparkle of energy manifests from its bottom side. The energy intensifies, a globe of green light shoots straight down. It smashes through the roof. The facility EXPLODES from within. Leveled. A black plume of smoke rises from the rubble. EXT. actarius - orbit The Exile ship burns out of the atmosphere. INT. eXILE SHIP (helm) - space John quietly navigates. Sarah joins him. SARAH Hows your leg? John looks down. The blood has dried. JOHN I think Ill get to keep it. Sarah manages a smile. SARAH I believe this belongs to you. She holds in her hand Kyras disc. He takes it. SARAH What is it? JOHN Kyras persona. A second chance. SARAH I think we all deserve that. JOHN Yes. I do, too. 0002000006B200019E5E6AC,SARAH So what, now? The conversation is interrupted. HYDRAULICS from the - REAR CABIN, Marcus rises on a small platform. An elevator between the upper and lower deck. He steps off, joins the - HELM, MARCUS Guys. I accessed the ships computer. Seems the Exiles knew more about the wormholes make-up than we did. SARAH And? MARCUS Well, nothing concrete, but it would appear the neutrinos phase out completely after three days. In theory, wont be long fore it collapses. JOHN How long? Marcus checks his watch. MARCUS Two hours at most. Lets not be near it when it goes. He programs a countdown set for two hours. BEEP. 1:59:59. MARCUS (bleak) One more thing. Looks like -- SMASH! The ship has been struck. EXT. eXILE SHIP - space The tetrahedron has pulled behind the ship. From its tip, the antennae bursts with energy. INT. eXILE SHIP (HELM) - space Sporadic jolts. John checks a radar screen. A visual of the alien vessel. SARAH Dont they ever give up? JOHN It hasnt lost. Stence barges in. Stence Are we in trouble again? MARCUS Then you dont wanna hear that it wasnt just an overloaded circuit back there. The Tachyon Control Module -- Another blast, but this one is direct. HEAVY SHUDDER. MARCUS Its wasted. SARAH What? Stence It aint the only thing thats gonna be wasted. MARCUS I was trying to tell you. John punches a button. No response. He hits again. Nothing. JOHN Hes right, T-drives not responding. EXT. eXILE SHIP - space It weaves side to side, but the alien ship firmly stays glued. It continues to pummel the ship with energy. INT. eXILE SHIP (HELM) - spACE Cabin lights pulse. A BLAST of debris erupts from overhead. SPARKS -- they all catch flak. The ship is falling apart. 00020000071F0001A50A719,LOUD ALARM. JOHN Shields just folded. SARAH This is it. Stence falls to his butt. Marcus slides down the wall. Another ERUPTION. They hang their heads. Hope is lost. EXT. alien craft - spACE It FIRES away. Its taking the Exile ship apart piece by piece. A laser blast slams into the side of the alien craft. It veers off course. THREE HUMAN FIGHTERS take chase, pursue the fleeing alien craft. Theres a heavy exchange of fire. INT. eXILE SHIP (HELM) - space John and Sarah glare out the cockpit window. Stence jumps to his feet. Stence Yeah! Get his ass! I love you. Theres a solemn sigh of relief. OVER COM: Male voice Exile vessel, do not attempt to deviate from your present course, or we will fire upon you. Disengage engines and prepare to be towed in. John powers down the engines. EXT. eXILE SHIP - space A human fighter has a tractor beam locked on the Exile ship. It tows it directly towards a mobile star-fortress. A large human fleet surrounds it. INT. eXILE SHIP (HELM) - sPACE Stence crowds the helm, peers out the window. Stence Saved at last. Sarah remains unsettled. SARAH (to John) Why are they here? JOHN Mission time elapsed. Thirty-hours. She doesnt buy that. SARAH You must be pretty important. He doesnt either. John looks to the fleet. INT. star-fortress (docking bay) - space The Director, and another man in uniform, ADMIRAL BRANCH (45), stand before the dock entrance. To each side of them, a row of armored soldiers stand abreast. Medical Technicians with scanners are also present. Loud CLACKS from inside the dock are heard. Branch This is reckless. You put the entire fleet at risk. DIRECTOR Ill take full responsibility. Branch There will be no Exile prisoners, no hostages, human or otherwise on this station, but only the absolute safety of my fleet. I hope Ive been clear. 00020000065F0001AC23659,DIRECTOR I would expect nothing less from you, Admiral Branch. The docking cycle ends. Branch signals ready arms. The soldiers press their rifles squarely in their shoulders, fingers on the trigger. Branch Crack it! A loud hiss of depressurization. The entrance unlocks open. John, Stence, and Marcus step out. Sarah is apprehensively last. They look around, overwhelmed by a long rank of weapons ready to decimate all. Stence Holy shit... The med-techs scan the crew over. This unnerves Sarah. Med-tech Theyre clean. BRANCH All right, you men stand down. (to Director) Now if you dont mind, theres a rather pressing matter I must attend to. DiRECTOR Thank you, Admiral. Branch glares back at the crew. Both a burden and inconvenient. He exits, and the room clears. John approaches the Director. The crew timidly stand back. JOHN Director, sir. DIRECTOR Youre alone. John regretfully nods. DIRECTOR Ill read your report at a later time. The Director passes John, walks to the others, specifically Sarah. She keeps her eyes down. The Director uses a scanner to identify her. DIRECTOR So youre the one? (she looks up to him) His journey ended with you. You must have a story to tell. SARAH I wouldnt know. DIRECTOR You soon will. Ill let him tell you. SARAH Hes alive? DIRECTOR Come with me. JOHN You knew about this? DIRECTOR I have a report of my own. INT. star-fortress (laboratory) - space The entrance door slides open. The Director, John and Sarah file in to see, two armed soldiers of an elite status. A venerable, but distinguished ELDER (95), is seated between them. He hunches, moves with fragile grace. 0002000007B90001B27C7B3,JOHN (whispers to Director) Whats the head of Majesta doing here? Elder Is this the daughter of Michael? This man and the ELDERLY VOICE are one and the same. DIRECTOR Yes, it is. ELDER (to Sarah) At last. Youve burdened a great many people the last twenty-five years, especially myself. You were but a myth until just recently. They said you didnt exist, but I knew. I knew. I refused to die without knowing. The Elder chronically coughs. Elder Ive waited long enough. It ends now. Place her in the machine, so I can die a happy man. The soldier police attempt to seize Sarah. They breeze past John, Sarah backs away, and shes violently apprehended. SARAH No! A strange machine lifts from the floor. Its a neuro-retrieval device. Theres a series of steel clamps to restrain the occupant. The soldiers have to drag her to the chair. She desperately looks to John. SARAH No! John, please! John motions to intervene, but the Director discreetly stops him. SARAH John, I believe in you. I believe in you! They slam her in. The clamps snap over her wrists, ankles. A robotic arm gyrates over her chest. A syringe slides out, injects Sarah. The sedative knocks her out cold. JOHN It could kill her. DIRECTOR John. I must know. You must know. Flat screen monitors: some blank, others with e.k.g, e.e.g readouts. A neuro-mask folds down, locks in over her head. The bio-readouts come alive. EXT. human fighters - space The human fighters continue their hot pursuit of the alien craft. The fighters have been led into a trap. A massive swarm of tetrahedrons engage the human fighters. The three ships are instantly incinerated. NEARBY, The alien armada approaches. INT. sTAR-FORTRESS (confined room) - space Stence and Marcus look out a plexi, observation window. The human fleet has mobilized. MARCUS Somethings goin on. A translucent, red light activates. OVER COM: Computer voice All personnel to battle stations. This is not a drill. Repeat: this is not a drill. 0002000008830001BA2F87D,MARCUS Stence, I think were gonna miss being back on the planet. Marcus checks his watch. Thirty-minutes and counting. MARCUS You better have your steak. Stence I lost my appetite. INT. lABORATORY - same The red, warning lights have kicked on. ELDER Let us begin. Put an end to this old enigma. A soldier presses a button on the chair. It powers up, then jolts to life. Sarah clenches in her restraints, her entire body contracts. Bios fluctuate madly. The blank screens scramble with activity. John doesnt like it, but manages to watch the - MONITOR DISPLAY, Blurry images, staticky, hard to make out. It slowly comes into focus. A BEARDED MAN (40) stares directly at us. Bearded man My child. Im afraid youve come into this world in a difficult time. If youre seeing this, I can only hope that you, and those around you, are ready for the truth, and what will imminently become in your lifetime, a lie. He gets closer. We can see the dark circles around his eyes. Michael Millions died over the struggle to control nano-technology. I cant express the terror that humanity had come to face. I would face it with them. It would become their own seed of self-destruction. The seed being greed. While the nano-corporations defeated, and exiled, the price of victory would be a costly one for both sides, and in the end, the victor would not know of his victory. The human government are now all but remnants of our former empire, swept away by an ironic legacy of self-destruction. The human throne was not empty for long. A young woman approaches Michael. Shes emotionally torn. She sobs, and now looks at us. Michael What I am, is what you and countless others will come to serve. It has already begun. The young woman wraps her arms around Michael. MICHAEL If you should ask yourself why I do this: I do this because they said we were never capable of love. They were wrong. You must find in you, what I found in myself, my child. Find the cornerstone of your existence. There will be no greater challenge in your life. Use this human gift to rally to the enemy gates. You now hold inside you, the power to restore a legacy. Destroy the lie. Revive the truth. 0002000006C60001C2AC6C0,Michael softly reaches towards us. BABY-COOS are heard, and a BABY LEG rises up into view. The tearful, young woman leans down, face to face with us, and gives a soft kiss. YOUNG WOMAN I love you, sweetheart. She rises, stands back and looks at us. MICHAEL Study the past, to prepare for the future. I love you, my child. Michael reaches to the side -- the image squelches, shuts down. BACK TO SCENE, John snarls, livid rage unleashed, he grapples soldier #1, rams him straight into the wall. John slaps the weapon out of soldier #1s hand, arms himself and spins the soldier around -- soldier #2 subsequently blasts soldier #1 dead in his chest. John leans over, FIRES two shots, puts the last soldier down. The Elder attempts to bypass The Director. DIRECTOR (obstructs passage) Theres nowhere left to hide. Not anymore. Tremendous EXPLOSION from outside the star-fortress. The room shudders. EXT. sTAR-FORTRESS - sPACE A stream of human fighters pour out of the docking ring. Possibly thousands upon thousands. The alien armada and the human fleet are now face to face. INT. sTAR-FORTRESS (laboratory) - same John tosses the weapon, grapples the Elder. JOHN All this time? Terminal BEEP. Sarahs bio-readout flatlines. ELDER As you can see, the truth is dead. Your servitude has been exemplary, and it will continue to be. The Elder chuckles. John looks back to Sarahs flatline, then back to the Elder. JOHN I know. John releases his grip, makes his way to the machine. He fingers buttons, switches. The face-mask unlatches. Sarah lies peacefully. An advanced defib mechanism locks in over her chest. John engages the device. A wave of energy pulses through Sarah. She clenches, the flatline spikes, goes flat again. 0002000006B80001C96C6B2,The Elder chortles loudly. ELDER The legacy... no longer belongs to them. It is our time. This enrages John. He hits Sarah with another wave. Flatline. DIRECTOR John, its over. We know the truth. JOHN This is not about the truth! He programs another wave. EXT. sTAR-FORTRESS - sAME A massive engagement of the two forces. Dark space fills with fighters from both sides. Ripples of detonations all around both fleets. The human starfleet loses ten fighters for every alien vessel. Greater numbers, and technological supremacy favor the alien armada. The alien battle platform directly engages the star-fortress. From multiple hard-points, it pounds the docking ring and superstructure. Laser cannon discharge from the star-fortress has but little to no effect. The alien shields prove to be a virtually impenetrable barrier. INT. sTAR-FORTRESS (CONFINED ROOM) - sAME Rumbles of explosions. Marcus gazes out the window. A detonation near the window blasts both men to the ground. Marcus checks his watch. The countdown reads: seven minutes. STENCE And? How long? MARCUS Too long. Lets go. They hustle out of the room. EXT. sTAR-FORTRESS - sAME A large section of the docking ring explodes. The breach spews fire and debris. The star-fortress slowly tilts into a forty-five degree incline. INT. sTAR-FORTRESS (LABORATORY) - same A violent concussion. The Elder is thrown into a corner. John braces the chair. Over com: Computer voice Warning: stabilizer failure. Violent tremors continue to shock the lab. Sarah continues to flatline. John smacks the button over and over, multiple charges jolt Sarah. John hammerfists the switch, a power surge blows part of the lights out. Sarah is hit with a high dose of energy. 0002000006E60001D01E6E0,The flatline SPIKES, breaks into a solid rhythm. Her eyes light up, forced open it would seem. Eyes wide, she locks eyes with the Elder. SNAP! SNAP! The restraints unbuckle. SARAH I have a message of my own. She slips off the chair, approaches the Elder. He looks up at her, suppresses his ailing cough. She stands over him, not a shred of empathy. SARAH What was never yours, is now in the right hands again. Its over for you. All of you. Now die knowing. The Elder coughs himself into a frenzy. He weakly claws at Sarahs leg. Asphyxiation turns him red. He slumps over dead. She turns to John and hugs him. Through more eruptions, they hold of one another. With a heavy heart, she looks up to him. SARAH I found my cornerstone. JOHN Me too. Cavitating steel, structure near implosion. EXT. sTAR-FORTRESS - same The alien armada disengages. A sudden withdraw. They retreat into deep space. Gone. They abandon total victory, and leave in its wake the burning remains of a human fleet. INT. sTAR-FORTRESS (LABORATORY) - same Marcus and Stence barge in, quickly scan what they have missed. Marcus holds his watch up for everyone to see: one minute and counting. MARCUS I hope they make it through. The Director opens a motorized shutter. They all look to deep space. EXT. wormhole - space It doesnt shine nearly as bright as before. Signs of instability. Its rotations slows. Cosmic disruptions from its Event Horizon. The alien armada is in full retreat. The alien battle-platform is the first to cross, and disappear. The column of ships continue to stream through, one by one. EXPLOSION from the center. A cosmic shockwave. The end of the column is caught in the effects, the remaining ships obliterated into space-dust. Tranquility is all that remains. 000200000B050001D6FEAFF,INT. sTAR-FORTRESS (LABORATORY) - same They observe the explosion. Its but a fiery twinkle, like a star that burns the brightest. It fades away, swallowed up by an eternal backdrop of now brighter stars. John abandons the view. Marcus and Stence join Sarah. Theres a focal point in space she seems to dwell on. MARCUS Whats on your mind? SARAH Steven. Ver and David. How I wish they could see the future. Change. MARCUS Change? SARAH Yeah. Youll see when we get home. MARCUS Well, I hope this dont change. Marcus motions a circle -- a circle of friendship. SARAH Not a chance. Sarah pulls her friends close. The trio hug. Stence HOOTS and HOLLERS. He performs yet another victory dance. NEARBY, The Director and John have their own conversation. DIRECTOR Wish to hear my report? JOHN I want to know what you know. DIRECTOR I was told to send my best. The ones I could count on. I did just that. I sent the ones that all failed their neuro-scans. The ones who would follow their hearts, and not an archaic set of due processes. JOHN And MaGovern? DIRECTOR The man you came to know by that name would of miserably failed any neuro-scan. A human friend. Hell be missed. His role was the last safety measure for success. Seems I was wrong. JOHN And your scans? DIRECTOR Uneventful, of course. They shouldnt of left me in the dark. He keeps a mischievous smile in check. The lab room door slides open. Its Admiral Branch. Uniform torn, dreary face from the heat of battle. DIRECTOR Ah, Admiral Branch. BRANCH My fleet is in ashes. I hope your satisfied. DIRECTOR Despite your losses, I think I may have something that may brighten your spirits. The Director accesses the neuro-retrieval device. A small disc ejects from a side-mounted port. He pops it out. Everyone gathers. The Director hands the disc over to Branch. BRANCH Whats this? DIRECTOR A new start. BRANCH I dont understand. SARAH You hold in your hands our future empire. DIRECTOR Someone must lead it. I cant think of anyone who would better provide for their people, Admiral Branch. BRANCH I suppose I better sit down and watch this. DIRECTOR Indeed. The door slides open. A young lieutenant rushes in. He holds a teletype. Whatever it is, its urgent and cant wait. Lieutenant Admiral, sir. Ive been looking for you all over. We intercepted a signal just moments ago. We managed to translate it. The Lieutenant is a nervous wreck. BRANCH Well, whats it say, Lieutenant? LIEUTENANT Sir, it says we have three days to unconditionally surrender. Its like a slap across everyones face. EXT. deep space MASSIVE DETONATION on a backlit of stars. Lush colors stream out. The wormhole unfolds. A LOW THRUM BUILDS. Branch (V.O.) Help us all. FADE OUT. 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