{"data":{"id":17659,"title":"Lost Squad: \"Before the Fall\" Act 2","rsi_url":"https:\/\/robertsspaceindustries.com\/comm-link\/serialized-fiction\/17659-Lost-Squad-Before-The-Fall-Act-2","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-links\/17659","api_public_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/comm-links\/17659","channel":"Undefined","category":"Undefined","series":"Lost Squad: \"Before the Fall\"","images":[{"id":24279,"name":"Lost-Squad-Title-Page.jpg","rsi_url":"https:\/\/robertsspaceindustries.com\/media\/832p3zqdpf67vr\/source\/Lost-Squad-Title-Page.jpg","alt":"","size":55272,"mime_type":"image\/jpeg","last_modified":"2020-05-22T19:10:31+00:00","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/24279","similar_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/24279\/similar"}],"images_count":1,"translations":{"en_EN":"Writer\u2019s Note: Lost Squad: \u201cBefore the Fall\u201d Act 2 was published originally in Jump Point 4.10. Click the links to read Act 1\nAct 2\nAttached is the production \u2018shooting script\u2019 used to film \u201cBefore the Fall,\u201d the first episode of the spectrum vid series Lost Squad. As you are reading through, you may notice differences between this script and the episode that was eventually broadcast. This is due to adjustments made by the director and actors on set while filming and from the choices made afterwards by the editing team. We have purposely left these discrepancies in and hope you enjoy the light they shed on the creative process.\nEXT. HERSERON STATION \u2013 HANGAR BAY\nFrom the gaping hangar nestled into the side of the Navy-converted terraforming station, a Terrapin launches through the atmo-shield and heads out into open space.\n\nSuddenly, with a roar, a Squadron 89 RSI Maverick rockets past the Terrapin, narrowly avoiding it.\n\nINT. MAVERICK COCKPIT\nBlair sits strapped into the claustrophobic cockpit, the acceleration pressing him firmly back into his seat while he tries to pilot with a death grip on the flight stick.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: Damn it!\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese smiles from the pilot seat as he watches the Maverick shrink as it zooms away.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: I told him the throttle was touchy.\nINT. MAVERICK COCKPIT\nBlair pulls back gradually on the throttle, but instead of slowing down gently, the reverse thrusters kick in hard and Blair is brutally slammed forward.\n\nINT. TERRAPIN\nThrough the cockpit we see the Maverick flare to a halt.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY (O.S.): Be honest, you made the rookie fly the Maverick to knock him down a peg.\nLen leans around the scanner monitor to look to where Tyrese sits in the cockpit.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Of course not. That would be petty and unbecoming of a superior officer such as myself.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Oh, well in that case \u2026\nBlair pops onto the comm screen rubbing his neck.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: (over comms) Requesting permission to hunt down whoever thought giving a ship only two speeds was a good idea.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Hey, the Maverick\u2019s a classic. You should feel honored to fly one. There are only three left in active service.\nINT. MAVERICK COCKPIT\nBlair talks to Tyrese and Len over the comm screens.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: I\u2019ll try to remember later that these bruises are a privilege.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) Any guess where the other two Mavericks fly?\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: (over comms) Demonstration Squadron 151.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) I was asking the kid, Len. I know you know the answer.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: (over comms) Sorry.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) Anyway yeah, Mavericks are big hits at the space expos because their accel \/ decel lets the 1-5-1 do crazy things with them. Use to drink with their flight leader. Told me the secret was to cut the linear thrust from the mains.\nBlair thinks this over.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: So if that\u2019s the case \u2026\nHis hand switches the toggle for the thruster decoupler.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: \u2026 I should just drift-start at a tangent to my course.\nBlair gently pushes down on the throttle while pulling the stick to the right. The ship still lurches forward but in a much more controlled way.\n\nEXT. SPACE\nThe Maverick slides at an angle in a smooth acceleration before swinging the main thrusters into position and picking up speed. It\u2019s like watching a racecourse pilot drift a corner, except there\u2019s no track.\n\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese watches as the Maverick successfully rotates to a stop and then picks up again.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: (over comms) Okay, I think I got it.\nTyrese cuts off the comm.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY (O.S.): Hey, Fader, remind me, how long did it take you to learn that?\nTyrese\u2019s jaw tightens.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: What I want to know is how the hell did this kid end up in the 89?\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: There\u2019s a sojourn saying, \u201cEnjoy that which is set before you.\u201d\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Well there\u2019s a Fader saying too, \u201cA free cow is still full of shit.\u201d\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: You\u2019ve never said that.\nEXT. OUTPOST TC3 \u2013 CALIBAN III\nThe squat buildings of the terraforming labs can barely be seen through the haze of the storm; a floodlight struggles to cut through the thick hail of crystalline shards pelting down from the looming, dark red clouds above.\n\nA series of rapid lightning strikes briefly reveal the ROVER parked near a tube-hatch leading to the main building. A strong gust of wind suddenly TOPPLES THE ROVER onto its side like it was a mere toy.\n\nINT. OUTPOST TC3 \u2013 MAIN LAB\nDr. Tate looks up at the sound of the rover crashing.\n\nDR. TATE: What was that?\nDora Reese looks away from the small viewport.\n\nDORA REESE: The rover flipped.\nDR. TATE: Damn it.\nHe turns his attention back to the unconscious body of KAYLIE, a fastpatch covering a fresh burn on her face.\n\nDORA REESE: We\u2019re not going to be able to move Kaylie to TC2.\nShe crosses over through the lab crowded with equipment to where Dr. Tate is.\n\nDR. TATE: She\u2019s stable for now, but I fear the storm\u2019s only going to get worse. Any luck getting in touch with Herseron?\nDORA REESE: Couldn\u2019t comm through the storm. Too much interference. What the hell\u2019s going on out there, doc?\nDR. TATE: It\u2019s the ionizer. Here.\nDr. Tate heads to a terminal and brings up a stream of data.\n\nDR. TATE: On a more developed world this wouldn\u2019t be an issue, but since our atmosphere is relatively light, abstractly speaking, a little miscalculation here or there could cause a massive pressure front \u2026\nReese looks over his shoulder at the screen.\n\nDORA REESE: There. IS04-3 slightly to the west of us. The last reading before the signal was lost \u2026\nDR. TATE: Much higher than it should be. And if it\u2019s still running \u2026\nA massive lightning strike shakes the building.\n\nDORA REESE: How do we turn it off?\nINT. MAVERICK COCKPIT\nBlair is getting the feel for the Maverick. The controls are still fighting him, but the smile on his face shows he\u2019s enjoying the challenge.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) We\u2019re still clear. You got anything?\nBLAIR COBALT: Nothing so far. You want me to scout ahead?\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) What you mean is do you have permission to open her up.\nBLAIR COBALT: (grinning) Within the scope of the mission parameters, sir.\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese rolls his eyes at the eager Blair.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Yeah, go ahead. But I swear if I see a transfer request to join the 1-5-1 on my pad next week I\u2019m gonna be pissed.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Why would he need to transfer when 89\u2019s got all his Maverick needs covered?\nBLAIR COBALT: (over comms) Actually. That\u2019s a good point. Why is 89 even flying a Maverick?\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Well \u2026 Technically we\u2019re not.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: The ship you\u2019re currently jetting around in was decommed at the end of last year.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: We were supposed to get a Hawk to replace it.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: But the Hawk never showed, so we just kept flying the Maverick.\nBLAIR COBALT: (over comms) What do you mean the Hawk never showed?\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: There\u2019s a black hole in Caliban located somewhere around Herseron. Sucks up all supplies.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: What we do get is either old, not enough, or both.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Take the beacons. Instead of upgrading the system like we should, we spend all shift patching up antiques.\nA beep alerts from the scan console.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Speaking of, we\u2019re nearing the dark beacon now.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Go ahead and get your suit on, Len. Blair, once we clear the approach, circle on the 90 and keep an eye out.\nINT. HERSERON STATION \u2013 HANGAR\nIn the back of the hangar, a cargo pallet sits forlornly with a single crate on it. CHIEF OBIOMA DUNDER, rail thin and bald, surveys it with Captain Herst.\n\nCHIEF DUNDER: Do you know how many the order was for?\nCAPTAIN HERST: Six.\nCHIEF DUNDER: Do you know how many we got?\nCAPTAIN HERST: I understand your frustration, Chief. We\u2019re trying to \u2014\nCHIEF DUNDER: The answer\u2019s one. One out of six. Will you tell me what the hell is happening that I order six cyclers and only one shows up? They do understand that we\u2019re trying to run a damn Naval operation out here, right?\nCAPTAIN HERST: I promise you, we are looking into the supply issues. I\u2019ve been assured that \u2014\nCHIEF DUNDER: Assured. Great. I feel better already. We\u2019re hanging by a thread here. Don\u2019t blame me when the damn thing snaps.\nChief Dunder stomps off leaving Herst alone with the crate.\n\nINT. WAREHOUSE \u2013 NIGHT\nFive crates that match the one we saw in Herseron sit on a cargo pallet in a dimly lit warehouse.\n\nGREASY THUG (O.S.): They\u2019re right over here, Mr. Liman.\nGAIGE LIMAN (O.S.): Open them.\nA thick-necked GREASY THUG wearing a black skinner coat and tactical goggles taps in a code on one of the top crates and pulls it open. The pristine cycler inside catches the light.\n\nA hand, carved with deep lines of blue luminous ink, reaches in and lifts the complex part out of the case to inspect it. This is GAIGE LIMAN, the \u201cBright Light of Blackwater.\u201d\n\nGREASY THUG: Your friend really came through on this.\nGAIGE LIMAN: Any trouble?\nGREASY THUG: (shrug) That idiot Yacov spilled coffee all over my nice clean ship, but nah, no trouble.\nLiman replaces the cycler into the case and closes it.\n\nGAIGE LIMAN: Good. Take the tags off, scrub \u2019em, and get the word out\u2026 We\u2019re having a sale.\nEXT. EARLY WARNING BEACON\nA small figure in an EVA suit, Len, jets towards the side of an EARLY WARNING BEACON. The myriad of blinking lights that usually adorn the beacon are off.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Well. It\u2019s definitely dead.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON (O.S.): (eating) Maybe that\u2019s just what it wants you to think.\nWith a CLINK, Len\u2019s boots attach to the side of the beacon.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Know for sure in a second.\nLen pulls a small arc-laser from his belt and starts cutting open an access panel with a bright shower of sparks.\n\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese watches Len with his feet up on the cockpit dash while snacking on small crunchy grain nuggets from a foil pack.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (mouth still half full) How\u2019s it look for you, Maverick?\nINT. MAVERICK COCKPIT\nBlair is adjusting the scanner on the console.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: Was just about to comm. Might have got something.\nHe dials it in more, and the blip comes into focus.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: I think it might be a quantum trail, but I\u2019m not recognizing it.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) I\u2019ll give it a scan.\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese brushes the crumbs from his lap and heads back to the scan station. As he settles into the seat, he focuses the scanner onto where Blair is patrolling. There is a small unknown signal showing.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Yeah, I see it. I think I can clean up the signal more. Len, do you think that \u2014\nBefore Tyrese can finish the thought an alarm triggers. He swings around to view the second monitor. An EMERGENCY COMM flashes on screen.\n\nINT. OUTPOST TC3 \u2013 MAIN LAB\nThe viewports are all rattling as the hurricane winds whip wildly at them.\n\nReese pulls herself out from underneath a terminal.\n\nDORA REESE: Any luck now?\nDr. Tate types furiously at a terminal.\n\nDR. TATE: It\u2019s no use, with the main tower out, we can\u2019t get the signal through the storm.\nDORA REESE: Fine. Then I\u2019ll just have to go send it myself. Transfer the correction sequence onto a datafob.\nDR. TATE: What do you mean send it yourself?\nReese pulls on her helmet.\n\nDORA REESE: The sequence, doctor.\nDR. TATE: Wait, you\u2019re not seriously thinking about flying up there? There\u2019s no way. It\u2019s too dangerous to take a step outside, let alone get into a cockpit.\nDORA REESE: The option right now as I see it is either I fly in that storm, or we all die. Unless I\u2019m missing something?\nAn intense moment passes as Dr. Tate studies Reese\u2019s face.\n\nDR. TATE: You\u2019ll need the ionizer\u2019s access protocols too. Hold on.\nDr. Tate heads off to a terminal.\n\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese presses the screen to play the emergency message.\n\nWe see the face of a DISTRESSED CAPTAIN, clearly in the middle of a firefight.\n\nDISTRESSED CAPTAIN: (over comms) Any ships in the area, this is the B.E.R. Swallop. We are under attack. Repeat, we are under \u2014\nThe message cuts off there.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: You two catch that?\nBLAIR COBALT: (over comms) The coordinates they sent aren\u2019t too far from us.\nTyrese starts making his way back up to the cockpit.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: All right. Len, get back to the ship and we\u2019ll \u2014\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: (over comms) Go on without me.\nEXT. EARLY WARNING BEACON\nLen looks over his shoulder at the Terrapin hull.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: By the time I EVA back aboard, you could already be helping them. I\u2019ll be fine here.\nLen looks in at charred circuit boards inside the beacon.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Plus, this board\u2019s going to take me hours to fix, anyway. The whole thing\u2019s charred to hell.\nINT. MAVERICK COCKPIT\nBlair steers the Maverick towards the beacon.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: Snuff, do you know how many regs we\u2019d be breaking if we left you out here?\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) We\u2019re not leaving him.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Look, if there\u2019s injured civs you\u2019ll need the extra room on the terra. You know I\u2019m right, Fader.\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese has a grim look on his face.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Fine. Let\u2019s go, Blair.\nBLAIR COBALT: (over comms) You can\u2019t be serious.\nTyrese answers by flying away.\n\nEND ACT TWO","de_DE":"Anmerkung des Verfassers: Verlorener Kader: \"Before the Fall\" Act 2 wurde urspr\u00fcnglich in Jump Point 4.10 ver\u00f6ffentlicht.\nAkt 2\nBeigef\u00fcgt ist das Drehbuch der Produktion, mit dem \"Before the Fall\", die erste Episode der Spektrum-Vid-Serie Lost Squad, gedreht wurde. Beim Durchlesen werden Sie vielleicht Unterschiede zwischen diesem Drehbuch und der Episode feststellen, die schlie\u00dflich ausgestrahlt wurde. Dies ist auf Anpassungen zur\u00fcckzuf\u00fchren, die vom Regisseur und den Schauspielern am Set w\u00e4hrend der Dreharbeiten vorgenommen wurden, sowie auf die Entscheidungen, die das Redaktionsteam danach getroffen hat. Wir haben diese Diskrepanzen bewusst belassen und hoffen, dass Sie das Licht, das sie auf den kreativen Prozess werfen, genie\u00dfen werden.\nEXT. HERERON STATION - HANGAR BAY\nAus dem klaffenden Hangar an der Seite der von der Marine umgebauten Terraforming-Station startet eine Schildkr\u00f6te durch den Atmo-Schild und macht sich auf den Weg in den offenen Raum.\n\nPl\u00f6tzlich schie\u00dft ein Squadron 88 RSI Maverick unter lautem Get\u00f6se an der Schildkr\u00f6te vorbei und weicht ihr knapp aus.\n\nINT. AU\u00dfENSEITER-COCKPIT\nBlair sitzt angeschnallt im klaustrophobischen Cockpit, die Beschleunigung dr\u00fcckt ihn fest in seinen Sitz zur\u00fcck, w\u00e4hrend er versucht, mit einem Todesgriff am Steuerkn\u00fcppel zu steuern.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: Verdammt!\nBLAIR COBALT: VERDAMMT! SCHILDKR\u00d6TEN-COCKPIT\nTyrese l\u00e4chelt vom Pilotensitz aus, w\u00e4hrend er zusieht, wie der Maverick schrumpft, w\u00e4hrend er wegzoomt.\n\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Ich sagte ihm, das Gaspedal sei empfindlich.\nINT. AUSREI\u00dfER-COCKPIT\nBlair zieht den Gashebel allm\u00e4hlich zur\u00fcck, aber anstatt sanft abzubremsen, treten die R\u00fcckw\u00e4rtsschubd\u00fcsen hart ein, und Blair wird brutal nach vorne geschleudert.\n\nINT. TERRAPIN\nDurch das Cockpit sehen wir, wie die Maverick-Fackel zum Stillstand kommt.\n\nLEN-\"SCHNUPFTABAK\"-ALEXY (O.S.): Seien Sie ehrlich, Sie haben den Neuling dazu gebracht, den Maverick zu fliegen, um ihm einen D\u00e4mpfer zu verpassen.\nLen lehnt sich um den Scanner-Monitor herum, um zu sehen, wo Tyrese im Cockpit sitzt.\n\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Nat\u00fcrlich nicht. Das w\u00e4re kleinlich und ungeb\u00fchrlich f\u00fcr einen vorgesetzten Offizier wie mich.\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: Oh, nun, in diesem Fall ...\nBlair springt auf den Bildschirm und reibt sich den Hals.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: (\u00fcber Funk) Bitte um Erlaubnis, denjenigen zur Strecke zu bringen, der dachte, einem Schiff nur zwei Geschwindigkeiten zu geben, sei eine gute Idee.\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Hey, die Maverick ist ein Klassiker. Sie sollten sich geehrt f\u00fchlen, einen zu fliegen. Es sind nur noch drei im aktiven Dienst.\nINT. MAVERICK-COCKPIT\nBlair spricht \u00fcber die Kommunikationsschirme mit Tyrese und Len.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: Ich werde versuchen, mich sp\u00e4ter daran zu erinnern, dass diese Prellungen ein Privileg sind.\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: (\u00fcber Funk) Irgendeine Vermutung, wohin die anderen beiden Mavericks fliegen?\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: (\u00fcber Funk) Demonstrationsgeschwader 151.\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: (\u00dcBER COMM) Ich habe den Jungen Len gefragt. Ich wei\u00df, dass du die Antwort kennst.\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: (\u00fcber Funk) Entschuldigung.\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: (over comms) Wie auch immer, ja, Mavericks sind gro\u00dfe Hits bei den Weltraumausstellungen, weil ihre Beschleunigung\/Verz\u00f6gerung die 1-5-1 verr\u00fcckte Dinge mit ihnen machen l\u00e4sst. Sie trinken immer mit ihrem Flight Leader. Sie sagten mir, das Geheimnis sei, den linearen Schub von der Hauptleitung abzuschalten.\nBlair \u00fcberlegt sich das noch einmal.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: Also, wenn das der Fall ist ...\nSeine Hand schaltet den Kippschalter f\u00fcr die Schubd\u00fcsenentkopplung.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: ... Ich sollte einfach an einer Tangente zu meinem Kurs driften - beginnen.\nBlair dr\u00fcckt sanft das Gaspedal nach unten, w\u00e4hrend er den Steuerkn\u00fcppel nach rechts zieht. Das Schiff taumelt immer noch vorw\u00e4rts, aber in einer viel kontrollierteren Weise.\n\nEXT. RAUM\nDer Maverick gleitet in einem Winkel mit sanfter Beschleunigung, bevor er die Haupttriebwerke in Position schwenkt und an Geschwindigkeit gewinnt. Es ist, als w\u00fcrde man einem Rennbahnpiloten zusehen, wie er eine Kurve driftet, nur dass es keine Strecke gibt.\n\nINT. SCHILDKR\u00d6TEN-COCKPIT\nTyrese sieht zu, wie der Maverick erfolgreich bis zum Stillstand rotiert und dann wieder anspringt.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: (\u00fcber Funk) Okay, ich glaube, ich hab's.\nTyrese unterbricht die Verbindung.\n\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY (O.S.): Hey, Fader, erinnern Sie mich, wie lange haben Sie gebraucht, um das zu lernen?\nTyrese's Kiefer verkrampft sich.\n\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Was ich wissen m\u00f6chte, ist, wie zum Teufel dieses Kind in die 88er gekommen ist.\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: Es gibt ein Sprichwort, das besagt: \"Genie\u00dfen Sie das, was vor Ihnen liegt.\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Nun, es gibt auch einen Fader, der sagt: \"Eine freie Kuh ist immer noch voller Schei\u00dfe.\"\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: Das haben Sie nie gesagt.\nEXT. VORPOSTEN TC3 - CALIBAN III\nDie besetzten Geb\u00e4ude der Terraforming-Labors sind durch den Dunst des Sturms kaum zu sehen; ein Scheinwerfer k\u00e4mpft darum, den dichten Hagel kristalliner Scherben zu durchschneiden, der von den sich abzeichnenden, dunkelroten Wolken dar\u00fcber herabst\u00fcrzt.\n\nEine Serie schneller Blitzeinschl\u00e4ge enth\u00fcllt kurzzeitig den ROVER, der in der N\u00e4he einer Rohrluke geparkt ist, die zum Hauptgeb\u00e4ude f\u00fchrt. Eine starke Windb\u00f6e wirft den ROVER pl\u00f6tzlich auf die Seite, als w\u00e4re er ein blo\u00dfes Spielzeug.\n\nINT. VORPOSTEN TC3 - HAUPTLABOR\nDr. Tate blickt auf das Ger\u00e4usch des abst\u00fcrzenden Rovers.\n\nDR. TATE: Was war das?\nDora Reese schaut von dem kleinen Sichtfenster weg.\n\nDORA REESE: Der Rover ist umgekippt.\nDR. TATE: DER ROVER DREHTE SICH UM: Verdammter Mist.\nEr wendet seine Aufmerksamkeit wieder dem bewusstlosen K\u00f6rper von KAYLIE zu, einem Fastenpflaster, das eine frische Verbrennung auf ihrem Gesicht verdeckt.\n\nDORA REESE: Wir sind nicht in der Lage, Kaylie nach TC2 zu versetzen.\nSie geht durch das mit Ger\u00e4ten \u00fcberf\u00fcllte Labor dorthin, wo Dr. Tate ist.\n\nDR. TATE: Im Moment ist sie stabil, aber ich f\u00fcrchte, der Sturm wird nur noch schlimmer werden. Hatten Sie Gl\u00fcck, Herseron zu erreichen?\nKonnte den Sturm nicht \u00fcberstehen. Zu viele St\u00f6rungen. Was zum Teufel ist da drau\u00dfen los, Doc?\nWAS ZUM TEUFEL IST DA DRAU\u00dfEN LOS, DOC? WAS ZUM TEUFEL IST DA DRAU\u00dfEN LOS, DOC? Es ist der Ionisator. Das ist der Ionisator. Hier.\nDr. Tate geht zu einem Terminal und bringt einen Datenstrom hoch.\n\nDR. TATE: In einer entwickelteren Welt w\u00e4re dies kein Thema, aber da unsere Atmosph\u00e4re relativ leicht ist, k\u00f6nnte abstrakt gesehen, eine kleine Fehlkalkulation hier oder da eine massive Druckfront verursachen ...\nReese schaut \u00fcber seine Schulter auf den Bildschirm.\n\nDORA REESE: Dort. IS04-3 etwas westlich von uns. Die letzte Messung vor dem Signalverlust ...\nDR. TATE: Viel h\u00f6her als es sein sollte. Und wenn es noch l\u00e4uft ...\nEin massiver Blitzeinschlag ersch\u00fcttert das Geb\u00e4ude.\n\nDORA REESE: Wie schalten wir es aus?\nDORA REESE: INT. AU\u00dfENSEITER-COCKPIT\nBlair bekommt das Gef\u00fchl f\u00fcr den Maverick. Die Kontrollen k\u00e4mpfen noch immer gegen ihn, aber das L\u00e4cheln auf seinem Gesicht zeigt, dass er die Herausforderung genie\u00dft.\n\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: (\u00fcber Funk) Wir sind immer noch klar. Haben Sie etwas?\nBLAIR COBALT: Bis jetzt nicht. Sie wollen, dass ich voraus kundschafte?\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: (\u00fcber Funk) Was Sie meinen ist, ob Sie die Erlaubnis haben, sie zu \u00f6ffnen.\nBLAIR COBALT: (grinsend) Innerhalb des Rahmens der Missionsparameter, Sir.\nINT. SCHILDKR\u00d6TEN-COCKPIT\nTyrese rollt die Augen auf die eifrige Blair.\n\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Ja, nur zu. Aber ich schw\u00f6re, wenn ich n\u00e4chste Woche einen Versetzungsantrag zum 1-5-1 auf meinem Block sehe, dann werde ich sauer sein.\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: Warum sollte er sich versetzen lassen m\u00fcssen, wenn der 88er alle seine Maverick-Bed\u00fcrfnisse abgedeckt hat?\nBLAIR COBALT: (\u00fcber Funk) Eigentlich. Das ist ein guter Punkt. Warum fliegt 88 \u00fcberhaupt einen Maverick?\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Nun ... Technisch gesehen sind wir das nicht.\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: Das Schiff, in dem Sie derzeit herumd\u00fcsen, wurde Ende letzten Jahres au\u00dfer Dienst gestellt.\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Wir sollten es durch eine Hawk ersetzen lassen.\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: Aber die Hawk ist nie aufgetaucht, also haben wir die Maverick einfach weiter geflogen.\nBLAIR COBALT: (\u00fcber Funk) Was meinen Sie damit, dass der Hawk nie aufgetaucht ist?\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Es gibt ein schwarzes Loch in Caliban, das sich irgendwo um Herseron herum befindet. Es saugt alle Vorr\u00e4te auf.\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: Was wir bekommen, ist entweder alt, nicht genug oder beides.\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Nehmen Sie die Baken. Anstatt das System aufzur\u00fcsten, wie wir es sollten, verbringen wir die ganze Schicht damit, Antiquit\u00e4ten zu flicken.\nEin Piepton ert\u00f6nt von der Scan-Konsole.\n\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: Apropos, wir n\u00e4hern uns jetzt dem dunklen Leuchtfeuer.\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Ziehen Sie sich ruhig Ihren Anzug an, Len. Blair, sobald wir den Anflug freigegeben haben, umkreisen Sie die 90 und halten Sie die Augen offen.\nINT. HERERON STATION - HANGAR\nIm hinteren Teil des Hangars steht eine Frachtpalette mit einer einzigen Kiste darauf. CHIEF OBIOMA DUNDER, die Schiene d\u00fcnn und kahl, begutachtet sie mit Kapit\u00e4n Herst.\n\nCHEF DUNDER: Wissen Sie, f\u00fcr wie viele die Bestellung bestimmt war?\nCAPTAIN HERST: Sechs.\nCHEF DUNDER: SECHS: Wissen Sie, wie viele wir haben?\nCAPTAIN HERST: Ich verstehe Ihre Frustration, Chief. Wir versuchen, -\nCHEF DUNDER: Die Antwort ist eins. Eine von sechs. W\u00fcrden Sie mir sagen, was zum Teufel passiert, dass ich sechs Radfahrer bestelle und nur einer auftaucht? Ihnen ist doch klar, dass wir versuchen, hier drau\u00dfen eine verdammte Marineoperation durchzuf\u00fchren, oder?\nCAPTAIN HERST: Ich verspreche Ihnen, dass wir uns mit den Versorgungsproblemen befassen. Mir wurde versichert, dass -\nCHEF DUNDER: Versichert. Gro\u00dfartig. Ich f\u00fchle mich schon besser. Wir h\u00e4ngen hier am seidenen Faden. Geben Sie nicht mir die Schuld, wenn das verdammte Ding rei\u00dft.\nChief Dunder st\u00fcrmt los und l\u00e4sst Herst mit der Kiste allein.\n\nINT. LAGERHAUS - NACHT\nF\u00fcnf Kisten, die mit der in Herseron \u00fcbereinstimmten, stehen auf einer Frachtpalette in einem schwach beleuchteten Lagerhaus.\n\nSCHMIERIGER VERBRECHER (O.S.): Sie sind gleich hier dr\u00fcben, Mr. Liman.\nGAIGE LIMAN (O.S.): \u00d6ffnen Sie sie.\nEin dickhalsiger GREASY THUG mit einem schwarzen Skinner-Mantel und einer taktischen Schutzbrille tippt einen Code auf eine der oberen Kisten und zieht sie auf. Der unber\u00fchrte Radfahrer im Inneren f\u00e4ngt das Licht ein.\n\nEine Hand, die mit tiefen Linien aus blauer Leuchttinte geschnitzt ist, greift hinein und hebt den komplexen Teil aus dem Geh\u00e4use, um ihn zu inspizieren. Dies ist GAIGE LIMAN, das \"Helle Licht des Schwarzwassers\".\n\nGREASY THUG: Ihr Freund hat das wirklich durchgesetzt.\nGAIGE LIMAN: Gab es Schwierigkeiten?\nGREASY THUG: (zuckt zusammen) Dieser Idiot Yacov hat Kaffee \u00fcber mein sch\u00f6nes sauberes Schiff versch\u00fcttet, aber nein, kein Problem.\nLiman setzt den Cycler wieder in den Koffer und schlie\u00dft ihn ab.\n\nGAIGE LIMAN: Gut. Nehmen Sie die Schilder ab, schrubben Sie sie ab und verbreiten Sie die Nachricht... Wir haben einen Ausverkauf.\nEXT. FR\u00dcHWARNLEUCHTE\nEine kleine Figur in einem EVA-Anzug, Len, d\u00fcst zur Seite eines FERNWARNUNGSBEACHS. Die unz\u00e4hligen blinkenden Lichter, die normalerweise die Bake schm\u00fccken, sind ausgeschaltet.\n\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: Nun. Es ist definitiv tot.\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON (O.S.): (essen) Vielleicht will es nur, dass Sie das denken.\nMit einem KLICK werden Lens Stiefel an der Seite des Leuchtfeuers befestigt.\n\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: In einer Sekunde sicher wissen.\nLen zieht einen kleinen Lichtbogen-Laser von seinem G\u00fcrtel und beginnt mit einem hellen Funkenregen ein Zugangspaneel aufzuschneiden.\n\nINT. SCHILDKR\u00d6TEN-COCKPIT\nTyrese beobachtet Len mit den F\u00fc\u00dfen auf dem Armaturenbrett, w\u00e4hrend er kleine knusprige Getreidek\u00f6rner aus einer Folienpackung nascht.\n\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: (Mund noch halb voll) Wie sieht es f\u00fcr Sie aus, Maverick?\nINT. MAVERICK-COCKPIT\nBlair justiert gerade den Scanner auf der Konsole.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: Wollte gerade kommen. Habe vielleicht etwas gefunden.\nEr w\u00e4hlt es weiter ein, und der Blip wird scharf.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: Ich glaube, es k\u00f6nnte eine Quantenspur sein, aber ich erkenne sie nicht.\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: (\u00fcber Funk) Ich werde einen Scan durchf\u00fchren.\nINT. SCHILDKR\u00d6TEN-COCKPIT\nTyrese b\u00fcrstet die Kr\u00fcmel von seinem Scho\u00df und geht zur\u00fcck zur Scan-Station. W\u00e4hrend er sich auf dem Sitz niederl\u00e4sst, fokussiert er den Scanner auf die Stelle, an der Blair patrouilliert. Es wird ein kleines unbekanntes Signal angezeigt.\n\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Ja, ich sehe es. Ich glaube, ich kann das Signal weiter aufr\u00e4umen. Len, glauben Sie, dass -\nBevor Tyrese den Gedanken beenden kann, l\u00f6st ein Alarm aus. Er dreht sich um, um den zweiten Monitor zu sehen. Ein EMERGENCY COMM blinkt auf dem Bildschirm.\n\nINT. VORPOSTEN TC3 - HAUPTLABOR\nDie Aussichtsfenster klappern alle, w\u00e4hrend die Hurrikanwinde wild auf sie peitschen.\n\nReese zieht sich unter einem Terminal heraus.\n\nDORA REESE: Gl\u00fcck gehabt?\nDr. Tate tippt w\u00fctend an einem Terminal.\n\nDR. TATE: Es hat keinen Sinn, mit dem Hauptturm drau\u00dfen, k\u00f6nnen wir das Signal nicht durch den Sturm bekommen.\nDORA REESE: Gut. Dann muss ich es eben selbst senden. \u00dcbertragen Sie die Korrektursequenz auf einen Datafob.\nDR. TATE: Was meinen Sie mit \"selbst senden\"?\nReese zieht ihren Helm an.\n\nDORA REESE: Die Sequenz, Doktor.\nDORA REESE: DIE SEQUENZ, DOKTOR. TATE: Warten Sie, Sie denken doch nicht ernsthaft daran, da raufzufliegen? Es gibt keine M\u00f6glichkeit. Es ist zu gef\u00e4hrlich, einen Schritt nach draussen zu machen, geschweige denn in ein Cockpit zu steigen.\nDORA REESE: So wie ich das sehe, ist die Option im Moment, entweder ich fliege in diesem Sturm, oder wir sterben alle. Es sei denn, mir entgeht etwas?\nEin intensiver Moment vergeht, w\u00e4hrend Dr. Tate Reese' Gesicht studiert.\n\nDR. TATE: Sie brauchen auch die Zugangsprotokolle des Ionisators. Warten Sie.\nDr. Tate begibt sich zu einem Terminal.\n\nINT. SCHILDKR\u00d6TEN-COCKPIT\nTyrese dr\u00fcckt auf den Bildschirm, um die Notfallnachricht abzuspielen.\n\nWir sehen das Gesicht eines DISTRESSED CAPTAIN, der sich eindeutig mitten in einem Feuergefecht befindet.\n\nDISTRESSED CAPTAIN: (\u00fcber Funk) Alle Schiffe in dem Gebiet, dies ist die B.E.R. Swallop. Wir werden angegriffen. Wiederhole, wir werden angegriffen.\nDort schneidet die Nachricht ab.\n\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Haben Sie beide das mitgekriegt?\nBLAIR COBALT: (\u00fcber Funk) Die Koordinaten, die sie geschickt haben, sind nicht allzu weit von uns entfernt.\nTyrese macht sich auf den Weg zur\u00fcck ins Cockpit.\n\nIn Ordnung. Len, gehen Sie zur\u00fcck zum Schiff und wir werden...\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: (\u00fcber Funk) Machen Sie ohne mich weiter.\nEXT. FR\u00dcHWARNSIGNAL\nLen schaut \u00fcber die Schulter auf den Rumpf der Schildkr\u00f6te.\n\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: Wenn ich wieder an Bord bin, k\u00f6nnten Sie ihnen bereits helfen. Mir wird es hier gut gehen.\nLen sieht sich die verkohlten Platinen im Inneren der Bake an.\n\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: Au\u00dferdem wird es sowieso Stunden dauern, bis ich dieses Brett repariert habe. Die ganze Sache ist v\u00f6llig verkohlt.\nINT. MAVERICK COCKPIT\nBlair lenkt den Maverick in Richtung des Leuchtturms.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: Schnupftabak, wissen Sie, wie viele Gesetze wir brechen w\u00fcrden, wenn wir Sie hier drau\u00dfen lassen w\u00fcrden?\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: (\u00fcber Funk) Wir lassen ihn nicht allein.\nLEN 'SNUFF' ALEXY: Sehen Sie, wenn es verletzte Zivilisten gibt, brauchen Sie den zus\u00e4tzlichen Raum auf der Terra. Du wei\u00dft, dass ich Recht habe, Fader.\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese hat einen grimmigen Gesichtsausdruck.\n\nTYRESE 'FADER' JACKSON: Gut. Lass uns gehen, Blair.\nBLAIR COBALT: (\u00fcber Funk) Das kann nicht Ihr Ernst sein.\nTyrese antwortet, indem er wegfliegt.\n\nENDE-TATSAKT ZWEI","zh_CN":"Writer\u2019s Note: Lost Squad: \u201cBefore the Fall\u201d Act 2 was published originally in Jump Point 4.10. Click the links to read Act 1\nAct 2\nAttached is the production \u2018shooting script\u2019 used to film \u201cBefore the Fall,\u201d the first episode of the spectrum vid series Lost Squad. As you are reading through, you may notice differences between this script and the episode that was eventually broadcast. This is due to adjustments made by the director and actors on set while filming and from the choices made afterwards by the editing team. We have purposely left these discrepancies in and hope you enjoy the light they shed on the creative process.\nEXT. HERSERON STATION \u2013 HANGAR BAY\nFrom the gaping hangar nestled into the side of the Navy-converted terraforming station, a Terrapin launches through the atmo-shield and heads out into open space.\n\nSuddenly, with a roar, a Squadron 89 RSI Maverick rockets past the Terrapin, narrowly avoiding it.\n\nINT. MAVERICK COCKPIT\nBlair sits strapped into the claustrophobic cockpit, the acceleration pressing him firmly back into his seat while he tries to pilot with a death grip on the flight stick.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: Damn it!\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese smiles from the pilot seat as he watches the Maverick shrink as it zooms away.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: I told him the throttle was touchy.\nINT. MAVERICK COCKPIT\nBlair pulls back gradually on the throttle, but instead of slowing down gently, the reverse thrusters kick in hard and Blair is brutally slammed forward.\n\nINT. TERRAPIN\nThrough the cockpit we see the Maverick flare to a halt.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY (O.S.): Be honest, you made the rookie fly the Maverick to knock him down a peg.\nLen leans around the scanner monitor to look to where Tyrese sits in the cockpit.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Of course not. That would be petty and unbecoming of a superior officer such as myself.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Oh, well in that case \u2026\nBlair pops onto the comm screen rubbing his neck.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: (over comms) Requesting permission to hunt down whoever thought giving a ship only two speeds was a good idea.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Hey, the Maverick\u2019s a classic. You should feel honored to fly one. There are only three left in active service.\nINT. MAVERICK COCKPIT\nBlair talks to Tyrese and Len over the comm screens.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: I\u2019ll try to remember later that these bruises are a privilege.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) Any guess where the other two Mavericks fly?\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: (over comms) Demonstration Squadron 151.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) I was asking the kid, Len. I know you know the answer.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: (over comms) Sorry.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) Anyway yeah, Mavericks are big hits at the space expos because their accel \/ decel lets the 1-5-1 do crazy things with them. Use to drink with their flight leader. Told me the secret was to cut the linear thrust from the mains.\nBlair thinks this over.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: So if that\u2019s the case \u2026\nHis hand switches the toggle for the thruster decoupler.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: \u2026 I should just drift-start at a tangent to my course.\nBlair gently pushes down on the throttle while pulling the stick to the right. The ship still lurches forward but in a much more controlled way.\n\nEXT. SPACE\nThe Maverick slides at an angle in a smooth acceleration before swinging the main thrusters into position and picking up speed. It\u2019s like watching a racecourse pilot drift a corner, except there\u2019s no track.\n\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese watches as the Maverick successfully rotates to a stop and then picks up again.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: (over comms) Okay, I think I got it.\nTyrese cuts off the comm.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY (O.S.): Hey, Fader, remind me, how long did it take you to learn that?\nTyrese\u2019s jaw tightens.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: What I want to know is how the hell did this kid end up in the 89?\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: There\u2019s a sojourn saying, \u201cEnjoy that which is set before you.\u201d\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Well there\u2019s a Fader saying too, \u201cA free cow is still full of shit.\u201d\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: You\u2019ve never said that.\nEXT. OUTPOST TC3 \u2013 CALIBAN III\nThe squat buildings of the terraforming labs can barely be seen through the haze of the storm; a floodlight struggles to cut through the thick hail of crystalline shards pelting down from the looming, dark red clouds above.\n\nA series of rapid lightning strikes briefly reveal the ROVER parked near a tube-hatch leading to the main building. A strong gust of wind suddenly TOPPLES THE ROVER onto its side like it was a mere toy.\n\nINT. OUTPOST TC3 \u2013 MAIN LAB\nDr. Tate looks up at the sound of the rover crashing.\n\nDR. TATE: What was that?\nDora Reese looks away from the small viewport.\n\nDORA REESE: The rover flipped.\nDR. TATE: Damn it.\nHe turns his attention back to the unconscious body of KAYLIE, a fastpatch covering a fresh burn on her face.\n\nDORA REESE: We\u2019re not going to be able to move Kaylie to TC2.\nShe crosses over through the lab crowded with equipment to where Dr. Tate is.\n\nDR. TATE: She\u2019s stable for now, but I fear the storm\u2019s only going to get worse. Any luck getting in touch with Herseron?\nDORA REESE: Couldn\u2019t comm through the storm. Too much interference. What the hell\u2019s going on out there, doc?\nDR. TATE: It\u2019s the ionizer. Here.\nDr. Tate heads to a terminal and brings up a stream of data.\n\nDR. TATE: On a more developed world this wouldn\u2019t be an issue, but since our atmosphere is relatively light, abstractly speaking, a little miscalculation here or there could cause a massive pressure front \u2026\nReese looks over his shoulder at the screen.\n\nDORA REESE: There. IS04-3 slightly to the west of us. The last reading before the signal was lost \u2026\nDR. TATE: Much higher than it should be. And if it\u2019s still running \u2026\nA massive lightning strike shakes the building.\n\nDORA REESE: How do we turn it off?\nINT. MAVERICK COCKPIT\nBlair is getting the feel for the Maverick. The controls are still fighting him, but the smile on his face shows he\u2019s enjoying the challenge.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) We\u2019re still clear. You got anything?\nBLAIR COBALT: Nothing so far. You want me to scout ahead?\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) What you mean is do you have permission to open her up.\nBLAIR COBALT: (grinning) Within the scope of the mission parameters, sir.\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese rolls his eyes at the eager Blair.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Yeah, go ahead. But I swear if I see a transfer request to join the 1-5-1 on my pad next week I\u2019m gonna be pissed.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Why would he need to transfer when 89\u2019s got all his Maverick needs covered?\nBLAIR COBALT: (over comms) Actually. That\u2019s a good point. Why is 89 even flying a Maverick?\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Well \u2026 Technically we\u2019re not.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: The ship you\u2019re currently jetting around in was decommed at the end of last year.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: We were supposed to get a Hawk to replace it.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: But the Hawk never showed, so we just kept flying the Maverick.\nBLAIR COBALT: (over comms) What do you mean the Hawk never showed?\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: There\u2019s a black hole in Caliban located somewhere around Herseron. Sucks up all supplies.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: What we do get is either old, not enough, or both.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Take the beacons. Instead of upgrading the system like we should, we spend all shift patching up antiques.\nA beep alerts from the scan console.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Speaking of, we\u2019re nearing the dark beacon now.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Go ahead and get your suit on, Len. Blair, once we clear the approach, circle on the 90 and keep an eye out.\nINT. HERSERON STATION \u2013 HANGAR\nIn the back of the hangar, a cargo pallet sits forlornly with a single crate on it. CHIEF OBIOMA DUNDER, rail thin and bald, surveys it with Captain Herst.\n\nCHIEF DUNDER: Do you know how many the order was for?\nCAPTAIN HERST: Six.\nCHIEF DUNDER: Do you know how many we got?\nCAPTAIN HERST: I understand your frustration, Chief. We\u2019re trying to \u2014\nCHIEF DUNDER: The answer\u2019s one. One out of six. Will you tell me what the hell is happening that I order six cyclers and only one shows up? They do understand that we\u2019re trying to run a damn Naval operation out here, right?\nCAPTAIN HERST: I promise you, we are looking into the supply issues. I\u2019ve been assured that \u2014\nCHIEF DUNDER: Assured. Great. I feel better already. We\u2019re hanging by a thread here. Don\u2019t blame me when the damn thing snaps.\nChief Dunder stomps off leaving Herst alone with the crate.\n\nINT. WAREHOUSE \u2013 NIGHT\nFive crates that match the one we saw in Herseron sit on a cargo pallet in a dimly lit warehouse.\n\nGREASY THUG (O.S.): They\u2019re right over here, Mr. Liman.\nGAIGE LIMAN (O.S.): Open them.\nA thick-necked GREASY THUG wearing a black skinner coat and tactical goggles taps in a code on one of the top crates and pulls it open. The pristine cycler inside catches the light.\n\nA hand, carved with deep lines of blue luminous ink, reaches in and lifts the complex part out of the case to inspect it. This is GAIGE LIMAN, the \u201cBright Light of Blackwater.\u201d\n\nGREASY THUG: Your friend really came through on this.\nGAIGE LIMAN: Any trouble?\nGREASY THUG: (shrug) That idiot Yacov spilled coffee all over my nice clean ship, but nah, no trouble.\nLiman replaces the cycler into the case and closes it.\n\nGAIGE LIMAN: Good. Take the tags off, scrub \u2019em, and get the word out\u2026 We\u2019re having a sale.\nEXT. EARLY WARNING BEACON\nA small figure in an EVA suit, Len, jets towards the side of an EARLY WARNING BEACON. The myriad of blinking lights that usually adorn the beacon are off.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Well. It\u2019s definitely dead.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON (O.S.): (eating) Maybe that\u2019s just what it wants you to think.\nWith a CLINK, Len\u2019s boots attach to the side of the beacon.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Know for sure in a second.\nLen pulls a small arc-laser from his belt and starts cutting open an access panel with a bright shower of sparks.\n\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese watches Len with his feet up on the cockpit dash while snacking on small crunchy grain nuggets from a foil pack.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (mouth still half full) How\u2019s it look for you, Maverick?\nINT. MAVERICK COCKPIT\nBlair is adjusting the scanner on the console.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: Was just about to comm. Might have got something.\nHe dials it in more, and the blip comes into focus.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: I think it might be a quantum trail, but I\u2019m not recognizing it.\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) I\u2019ll give it a scan.\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese brushes the crumbs from his lap and heads back to the scan station. As he settles into the seat, he focuses the scanner onto where Blair is patrolling. There is a small unknown signal showing.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Yeah, I see it. I think I can clean up the signal more. Len, do you think that \u2014\nBefore Tyrese can finish the thought an alarm triggers. He swings around to view the second monitor. An EMERGENCY COMM flashes on screen.\n\nINT. OUTPOST TC3 \u2013 MAIN LAB\nThe viewports are all rattling as the hurricane winds whip wildly at them.\n\nReese pulls herself out from underneath a terminal.\n\nDORA REESE: Any luck now?\nDr. Tate types furiously at a terminal.\n\nDR. TATE: It\u2019s no use, with the main tower out, we can\u2019t get the signal through the storm.\nDORA REESE: Fine. Then I\u2019ll just have to go send it myself. Transfer the correction sequence onto a datafob.\nDR. TATE: What do you mean send it yourself?\nReese pulls on her helmet.\n\nDORA REESE: The sequence, doctor.\nDR. TATE: Wait, you\u2019re not seriously thinking about flying up there? There\u2019s no way. It\u2019s too dangerous to take a step outside, let alone get into a cockpit.\nDORA REESE: The option right now as I see it is either I fly in that storm, or we all die. Unless I\u2019m missing something?\nAn intense moment passes as Dr. Tate studies Reese\u2019s face.\n\nDR. TATE: You\u2019ll need the ionizer\u2019s access protocols too. Hold on.\nDr. Tate heads off to a terminal.\n\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese presses the screen to play the emergency message.\n\nWe see the face of a DISTRESSED CAPTAIN, clearly in the middle of a firefight.\n\nDISTRESSED CAPTAIN: (over comms) Any ships in the area, this is the B.E.R. Swallop. We are under attack. Repeat, we are under \u2014\nThe message cuts off there.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: You two catch that?\nBLAIR COBALT: (over comms) The coordinates they sent aren\u2019t too far from us.\nTyrese starts making his way back up to the cockpit.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: All right. Len, get back to the ship and we\u2019ll \u2014\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: (over comms) Go on without me.\nEXT. EARLY WARNING BEACON\nLen looks over his shoulder at the Terrapin hull.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: By the time I EVA back aboard, you could already be helping them. I\u2019ll be fine here.\nLen looks in at charred circuit boards inside the beacon.\n\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Plus, this board\u2019s going to take me hours to fix, anyway. The whole thing\u2019s charred to hell.\nINT. MAVERICK COCKPIT\nBlair steers the Maverick towards the beacon.\n\nBLAIR COBALT: Snuff, do you know how many regs we\u2019d be breaking if we left you out here?\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: (over comms) We\u2019re not leaving him.\nLEN \u2018SNUFF\u2019 ALEXY: Look, if there\u2019s injured civs you\u2019ll need the extra room on the terra. You know I\u2019m right, Fader.\nINT. TERRAPIN COCKPIT\nTyrese has a grim look on his face.\n\nTYRESE \u2018FADER\u2019 JACKSON: Fine. Let\u2019s go, Blair.\nBLAIR COBALT: (over comms) You can\u2019t be serious.\nTyrese answers by flying away.\n\nEND ACT TWO"},"links_count":1,"comment_count":13,"created_at":"2020-06-24T02:00:00+00:00","created_at_human":"5 years ago"},"meta":{"processed_at":"2026-05-07 21:03:58","valid_relations":["images","links"],"prev_id":17658,"next_id":17660}}