Saturday, January 28, 2012

First 10 Pages of EARTH COM - (blog would not format correctly) - By John D. Horvath Jr.

Log line: Political subterfuge, covert operations and alien
alliances, it will take more than humanity to piece our
history together.

"Divided We Fall"



ACT ONE

FADE IN:

EXT. SPACE

Stars blanket the dark b.g. The distant sun peaks over the
planet Saturn.

Suddenly, a BURST OF LIGHT. A PORTAL OPENS - a sleek
aerodynamic craft speeds out. Engines stop. The craft glides
forward. It is a Huvire SCOUT FIGHTER.

INT. SCOUT FIGHTER COCKPIT

The SOUND of heavy breathing. A clawed hand works a
futuristic console.

ON VIEW SCREEN. A SCHEMATIC of a military space station, the
Gomorrah.

EXT. SPACE - ASTEROID BELT - CERES

Ahead. A metallic multi-level space station orbits the dwarf
planet Ceres. The GOMORRAH. It is military design.

SUPER: Ceres, Space Station Gomorrah, 2180 A.D.

The Scout Fighter glides towards the station. A spherical
drone known as a TRACKER enters. Follows.

INT. GOMORRAH - CAPTAIN'S OFFICE

A woman, mid-30's works a monitor. She wears a military
uniform. Captain's bars on her lapel. Her name tag READS:
CAPT. TINA PARK.

ON MONITOR. LAURIE GINZLER. (Details about Ginzler). An alert
SOUNDS.

BACK TO SCENE - ON CAPT. PARK

Turns OFF the monitor. Exits.

INT. GOMORRAH - CONTROL

The hub of the space station. Military personnel work at
consoles. TO THE FRONT. Multiple SCREENS display GRAPHS.
CHARTS. PLANETS. SOLAR SYSTEMS.

At Tactical. Monitors and radar scopes are mounted above the
console. LT. CARRIE DIXON, 20's works along side Lt. CHAD
PERALTA, 20's.

Capt. Park enters. Takes her post at the central console.

PARK
Report.

PERALTA
Sensors have detected an ionic
distortion, Captain. Sector six.
Tracker has engaged.

DIXON
(works; off monitor)
There are no scheduled transports.
(to Peralta)
Faction?

PERALTA
The Faction does not have the
capability to port this far out
into space.
(works)
Attempting to establish a link...
(reads monitor;
frustrated)
Radiation from Jericho's canopy is
interfering with our S A R systems.

At COMMUNICATIONS. A COM OFFICER works.

COM OFFICER
No response to our hails, Captain.

An alert SOUNDS. Lt. Dixon. Off radar scope --

DIXON
Captain. A second ionic distortion
has been detected.

PARK
Level 2 alert.

STROBES ACTIVATE.

PARK (CONT'D)
(with urgency)
Status, Lieutenant Peralta!

A still frustrated Lt. Peralta works. Beat. LINK ESTABLISHED.

PERALTA
All right. Let's see what we have.

ON MONITOR. The Scout Fighter's AVATAR. Narrative READS:
HUVIRE SCOUT FIGHTER.

BACK TO SCENE - ON A BEWILDERED LT. PERALTA

PERALTA (CONT'D)
It's a Huvire scout fighter,
Captain.

PARK
(under her breath)
Why would they violate the treaty?
(to All)
Red Alert! Man battle-stations!

RED STROBES FLASH.

EXT. SPACE - GOMORRAH - HULL

Large ANTI-AIRCRAFT WEAPONS - SWING INTO ACTION. OPENS FIRE.
As the Scout Fighter races past. Tracker follows, takes a
direct hit. EXPLODES.

A second Scout Fighter enters from the f.g., Huvire SCOUT
FIGHTER #2. Weapon systems OPEN. It dodges WEAPON FIRE as it
races towards the Gomorrah. FIRES. A SINGLE TORPEDO SPEEDS
AHEAD.

The torpedo impacts the GOMORRAH'S HULL. Does not explode. A
CRACKLING SOUND. ELECTRICAL FINGERS SPRAWL ACROSS THE
STATION. The Station goes DARK.

INT. GOMORRAH - CONTROL

The room is lit by emergency LIGHTING. All monitors, consoles
and systems are dark. All look to one another. What the hell
just happened?

PARK
Initiate damage control.

The ENGINEER OFFICER works.

ENGINEER OFFICER
We lost power to decks 1 through 5.
Rerouting emergency backup to
critical systems.

PARK
Damn it...
(huffs; to Peralta)
Can we at least get a tracker in
the air?

Emergency consoles LIGHT-UP.

PERALTA
Weapons and tracking systems are
offline, Captain. My best guess is
we were hit by some kind of
electrical disruption device.

DIXON
Shields are holding at 85 percent.
(works)
Correction. Now at 70 percent.

PARK
(to Com Officer; urgent)
Get command central online.

The Com Officer works. Nothing. Shakes her head.

INT. GOMORRAH - CAPTAIN'S OFFICE

ON THE DESK. Capt. Park's COMPUTER MONITOR TURNS ON. DATA
DOWNLOADS.

INT. GOMORRAH - TACTICAL BRIDGE

All monitors, consoles and systems POWER UP.

DIXON
(works; to Park)
Shields are at 100 percent.

PERALTA
Weapons and tracking systems are
online.
(looks to radar scope)
Scouts are on scope, Captain.

PARK
There testing us.
(considers; beat)
Let's show them what we got.
Activate the rail, Lieutenant
Peralta.

EXT. SPACE - GOMORRAH

Scout Fighter #1 and #2 sit motionless. It is as if they are
taunting them. The Space Station in the b.g.

GOMORRAH'S UPPER HULL. Launch tube DOORS OPEN. A TRACKER
tumbles out, stabilizes. Speeds away.

LOWER HULL. A RAIL CANNON sets into position. OPENS FIRE.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Scout Fighter #2 is hit. EXPLODES. Scout Fighter #1 speeds
away. The Tracker follows.

EXT. SPACE

Scout Fighter #1 races towards an OPEN PORTAL. The Tracker
paces close behind. Scout Fighter #1 enters. PORTAL CLOSES
before the Tracker can enter.

INT. GOMORRAH - PORT LAB

Military Soldiers stand. A FEMALE SERGEANT works a console.

FEMALE SERGEANT
Incoming port.

PLATFORM. A BURST OF LIGHT. A man sized PORTAL OPENS. JOHN
ALLMAN, 40's, steps out. Ruggedly handsome. Well dressed.

Followed by a KEEPER. An agent of the Council. Mysterious. An
assassin of sorts. On his forearm, a TATTOO. The mark of a
Keeper.

INT. GOMORRAH - WARDROOM

The room's interior design is royal looking. An Earth
Communications flag in the b.g.

Capt. Park addresses a five star general, JOSEPH KATZ, mid
60's and high ranking OFFICERS sitting at a conference table.

PARK
The Huvire used a device similar to
an E M P. A diversion. The Huvire
were successful tapping into the
Gomorrah's mainframe. Downloading
records of future military
cryogenic candidates from Earth's
West and East Coalitions.
(off concerned looks)
The Tracker was able to momentarily
link to the Scout's navigational
system before it ported.

TABLE CENTER. She points to a HOLOGRAPHIC GLOBE. A line
divides the Earth's continents into two Coalitions. The West
and the East. Each continent is divided into numbered
Quadrants.

PARK (CONT'D)
We narrowed it down to the West
Coalition. Quadrants 13, 24 and 27.
East Coalition. Quadrants 8, 36 and
44.

JOHN (O.S.)
It seems they are closer than we
thought.

ALL look uneasy as John steps in followed by the Keeper. They
take their seats.

JOHN (CONT'D)
The Huvire have allied with a rogue
Andlawrdian sect.
(with certainty)
They will ally with the Faction.
Organize a new movement on Earth.

GENERAL KATZ
Then we have a serious problem, Mr.
Allman.

JOHN
That is why the vessel will be
moved to the colony.

COLONEL #1
It was only a matter of time. Their
kind cannot be trusted.

KEEPER
The Andlawrdian government have
denied involvement, Colonel. They
have agreed to work with Ambassador
Ebberette. Implement any security
measures deemed necessary.

GENERAL KATZ
I suggest that we increase the
military's jurisdiction.

JOHN
Support for the Faction movement is
growing throughout both Coalitions.
That would only feed into their
propaganda.

PARK
What if the Faction were to choose
a side? Ally with a Coalition?

ALL look to one another. Brilliant!

EXT. EARTH - OCELUS OUTPOST - DAY

It is a post NUCLEAR WINTER. Red-tone sky. A desert
environment. A 21st century CITY in ruins in the b.g.

SUPER: Ocelus Military Outpost, West Coalition

A control TOWER is set center of two RUNWAYS.

INT. OCELUS - OFFICER'S QUARTERS

It is simple. A wall locker. Bed. Desk. Lt. JAMES ALLMAN, 22,
dresses. Good build. Handsome.

MALE OFFICER (O.S.)
Lieutenant Allman.

AT THE DOORWAY. A MALE OFFICER

MALE OFFICER (CONT'D)
(urgent)
Ready room. Five minutes.

INT. OCELUS - READY ROOM - DAY

This room is used to brief pilots. Stadium seating. Podium
set up-front.

James and several PILOTS are seated. All look to a TANK CREW
dressed in battle gear, entering.

FEMALE PILOT
Any reason why the cannon cockers
are here?

James looks as confused as she is. Lt. BRANDON JEFFERSON, 22,
dressed in battle gear, enters. Muscular. Very handsome.

JAMES
(to Brandon)
Hey. Any idea on what's going on?

BRANDON
No.

The Commander of the Air Group, the CAG, enters.

CAG
All right. Let's get started.

Takes the podium. He activates a screen. ON SCREEN. A map
showing the division lines between the West and East
Continental Coalitions.

CAG (CONT'D)
Looks like the East Coalition has
gotten into bed with the Faction,
Ladies and Gentlemen. We believe
they have successfully developed a
technologically advanced and
superior fighter.

All react. ON SCREEN. Region 3. Quadrant 13.

CAG (CONT'D)
Our Intel suggests they have
targeted Quadrant 13 for a test
run.

JAMES
Has a threat level been assessed?

CAG
We believe they may be planning to
permanently halt the construction
of City Zone 2. Sending a message
to the rest of the Coalition.

BRANDON
That's going to take a lot of fire
power, Sir. What kind of weaponry
are we talking about?

CAG
That's the problem. Don't know for
sure. And that is why ladies and
gentlemen, two twelve hour watches.
So that means two rotations.
(to Brandon)
Air artillery will support both
Noden and Nordic.

BRANDON
We're there, Sir.

Tanker crew shout. Whoorah.

CAG
(to Female Pilot)
Nordic will take the first watch.

INT. OCELUS - MOTOR POOL - DAY

Wheeled and tracked vehicles are parked in the bay.

M6 BRADLEY LINEBACKER

Brandon supervises. Crew Members mounts two GAU-17/A Mini
guns. FIM-92 stinger missiles are loaded into the TOW System.

James enters, meets Brandon.

BRANDON
(grins)
Now you get to see how the big boys
play, Lieutenant.

James feigns a smile.

BRANDON (CONT'D)
I know that look.
(reassures)
Listen. You're the best damn
fighter pilot we have, James.

James is not reassured.

BRANDON (CONT'D)
Tell you what. You just focus
keeping that bird in the air.
(re: missiles)
We'll do the rest, my friend.

James chuckles.

BRANDON (CONT'D)
We're still on for the weekend,
right?

JAMES
Yeah. Rebecca's really looking
forward to seeing Lilly. Maybe
helping with the wedding will lift
her spirits.

BRANDON
How's she doing?

JAMES
You know. She has her ups. Downs.

A horn SOUNDS. Strobes FLASH.

BRANDON
Looks like it's go time.

OFF All shouting "Whoorah" --

INT. OCELUS - NODEN BAY - DAY

It is a small bay. Only a handful of A17 MILITARY FIGHTERS
are parked.

A Crew moves TWO Fighters onto a platform. Check the M61
VULCAN GUNS mounted under each wing.

James and the Male Pilot enter their fighters. Engines
IGNITE. Canopy CLOSES. Helmets on, THUMBS UP.

A Crew Member motions, clear. The platform LIFTS.

EXT. OCELUS - RUNWAY - DAY

The platform RISES. The A17's are set into position. Engines
IGNITE.

GWEN (V.O.)
Noden. This is Control. Runway's
set. You are clear for takeoff.

The Fighters POWER DOWN THE RUNWAY. LIFT OFF.

EXT. OCELUS - LARGE BERM - DAY

Blast DOORS OPEN. The M6 LINEBACKER rolls out.

EXT. AIRSPACE - DAY

A17 #1, MALE PILOT and A17 #2, James fighter, speed past.

INT. A17 #2 - COCKPIT

JAMES works the console.

JAMES
Noden 1, Noden 2. Transponder is
set.

MALE PILOT (V.O.)
Copy, Noden 2. Scope is clear. Keep
your eyes peeled.

EXT. AIRSPACE - DAY

A BURST OF LIGHT. PORTAL OPENS. A Huvire SCOUT FIGHTER speeds
out. Comes up from behind and paces the A17's.

JAMES (V.O.)
Noden 1. Bogie on scope. At our
six.

The Scout Fighter suddenly speeds past.

INT. A17 #2 - COCKPIT

SCOPE. READS: March 3.5.

JAMES
Damn that thing's quick!
(beat)
Control. Noden 2. Requesting
tracker in the air.

GWEN (V.O.)
Copy Noden 2. Releasing tracker.
(beat)
Tracker in the air.

EXT. AIRSPACE - DAY

A TRACKER paces the Scout Fighter.

GWEN (V.O.
Noden 2. Control. Tracker has
engaged.

A17 #1 enters. Follows.

INT. A17 #1 - COCKPIT

SCOPE. Scout Fighter's AVATAR. Distance. Speed. Calculated.
CROSS-HAIRS over a Avatar.

MALE PILOT
Switching to manual.
(works)
Bogie locked. Weapons engaged.

CANOPY PERIPHERAL - Tracker breaks left O.S. The Scout
Fighter. An open target.

EXT. AIRSPACE - DAY

A17 #1 paces the Scout Fighter. OPENS FIRE. (Over 6000 rounds
per minute). The rounds bounce off the Scout Fighter. No
effect.

MALE PILOT (V.O.)
Control, Noden 1. We have a serious
problem out here!

The Scout Fighter speeds ahead. The Tracker swoops in. Paces.

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