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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.
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.
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.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Query / An original Sci-Fi pilot script entitled Earth Communications
Johndhorvath@yahoo.com
To Whom It May Concern:
I have recently completed a three part pilot series; a SCI-FI drama entitled Earth Communications that I would like to submit to your production company for consideration.
Log line: Political subterfuge, covert operations and alien alliances, it will take more than humanity to piece our history together.
James Allman will be faced with one of the most difficult decisions in his life. It is a decision that will impact not only on his lifetime, but that of his family, community and Government.
The year is 2180, and political subterfuge, covert operations and thinly veiled politics of mass manipulation enshroud Earth. Following a war that decimated much of the planet’s population, the new ruling party instituted a series of crushing ordinances and regulations which stifled mans free spirit in an attempt to hide a secret knowledge of Earth’s dark history.
In a thinly veiled, yet bloody coup, this new government formed a secret alliance with a vast, superior alien race to augment their power and strength. But now, a group called the Faction fights to piece together the mystery of humanities past - and to expose the corruption within their government that keeps mankind beneath a bloody heel.
Will James fight for what's right . . . or what's right now?
May I email or mail you a copy of the script? I look forward to receiving your response.
Sincerely,
John D. Horvath Jr.
To Whom It May Concern:
I have recently completed a three part pilot series; a SCI-FI drama entitled Earth Communications that I would like to submit to your production company for consideration.
Log line: Political subterfuge, covert operations and alien alliances, it will take more than humanity to piece our history together.
James Allman will be faced with one of the most difficult decisions in his life. It is a decision that will impact not only on his lifetime, but that of his family, community and Government.
The year is 2180, and political subterfuge, covert operations and thinly veiled politics of mass manipulation enshroud Earth. Following a war that decimated much of the planet’s population, the new ruling party instituted a series of crushing ordinances and regulations which stifled mans free spirit in an attempt to hide a secret knowledge of Earth’s dark history.
In a thinly veiled, yet bloody coup, this new government formed a secret alliance with a vast, superior alien race to augment their power and strength. But now, a group called the Faction fights to piece together the mystery of humanities past - and to expose the corruption within their government that keeps mankind beneath a bloody heel.
Will James fight for what's right . . . or what's right now?
May I email or mail you a copy of the script? I look forward to receiving your response.
Sincerely,
John D. Horvath Jr.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
“Earth Com” An original SciFi series... Keep the vision alive... (Diary of a Renegade)
January 31, 2180
I am writing this journal, a last testament of sorts, and to let the world no that I tried my best to make a difference. My name is Josh Elio. We are at war. It is not a conventional war, but a war with and within our own government. I am a member of the Renegade's third faction. I am a soldier. I have been assigned to the Green squadron. Everything that I have learned as a Global Citizen has been a lie. Yes, it is a bold statement. You are going to have to trust me on this one... You have not seen what I have seen. You have not lived what I have lived through, or become what I was forced to become. The betrayal, mistrust... sons against fathers, daughters against mothers... The foul smell of death seems to follow me.
I was offered a position in the first faction, I’m thinking now maybe I should have taken it. It's hard to make friends, not because people are unfriendly. How do I phrase this? The life expectancy of a third faction soldier, the odds are not in my favor.
I grew up in Quadrant fifteen. That is on the continent that was known at one time as the North American continent. History before the War, I am referring to the Great War, World War III, was erased way before I was born by a company called Earth Com. Stories of what the world was like before the Great War surface from time to time, but I found them hard to believe sometimes. But now, now I have seen the manuscripts with my own eyes.
They tell me I am on a very important mission. We are trying to hold the Globes back. Globes… That is the nickname that we have come to known for the Global Police. They are tough, but not as tough or determined as we are. They say we are going against the Military next… If I had a choice, I would rather just take on the Globes… they are not as well trained as the Military.
February 7, 2180
Our squad leader was killed today. We set our port and are ready to take the wounded and prisoners through, back to our base. Jack found his body. Not to get graphic, but it looked as if a wild animal attacked him. The only thing is, I don't know of any animal that would have claws that… Honestly, I myself would not have believed it if I did not see it with my own eyes… What ever killed Jack, it would have had to have claws at least six inches long… sharp as razors. We brought back as much of his body as we could find for burial. What do we tell his family?
February 9, 2180
A young kid, I think his name his name is Allman, has stepped in as squad leader. He tells us Blue Squadron found the transmitters. They haven't told us exactly why they are so important. Apparently they are important enough for more than fifty soldiers to give their lives to get them. God, I hope it was worth it. Rumors are circulating on what they will be used for. Some say that we are trying to contact other races… Right, like there is anyone else in this forsaken universe. I will believe it when I see it. But Jack says he has been to other worlds.
March 25, 2180
I miss my family. Some of the soldiers have brought their families with them. Jade has created an underground… what would you call it? I guess you would call it what it is, housing... Unfortunately my family thinks that I am dead. For their safety, they are better off believing that. Maybe someday I will see them again.
Our medic was sniped off, three more dead. Jack told me that Eric, he is the squad leader of the blue squadron's 1st squad, has found something of great importance and significance. I hope that it is true… We need any advantage that we can get.
I am writing this journal, a last testament of sorts, and to let the world no that I tried my best to make a difference. My name is Josh Elio. We are at war. It is not a conventional war, but a war with and within our own government. I am a member of the Renegade's third faction. I am a soldier. I have been assigned to the Green squadron. Everything that I have learned as a Global Citizen has been a lie. Yes, it is a bold statement. You are going to have to trust me on this one... You have not seen what I have seen. You have not lived what I have lived through, or become what I was forced to become. The betrayal, mistrust... sons against fathers, daughters against mothers... The foul smell of death seems to follow me.
I was offered a position in the first faction, I’m thinking now maybe I should have taken it. It's hard to make friends, not because people are unfriendly. How do I phrase this? The life expectancy of a third faction soldier, the odds are not in my favor.
I grew up in Quadrant fifteen. That is on the continent that was known at one time as the North American continent. History before the War, I am referring to the Great War, World War III, was erased way before I was born by a company called Earth Com. Stories of what the world was like before the Great War surface from time to time, but I found them hard to believe sometimes. But now, now I have seen the manuscripts with my own eyes.
They tell me I am on a very important mission. We are trying to hold the Globes back. Globes… That is the nickname that we have come to known for the Global Police. They are tough, but not as tough or determined as we are. They say we are going against the Military next… If I had a choice, I would rather just take on the Globes… they are not as well trained as the Military.
February 7, 2180
Our squad leader was killed today. We set our port and are ready to take the wounded and prisoners through, back to our base. Jack found his body. Not to get graphic, but it looked as if a wild animal attacked him. The only thing is, I don't know of any animal that would have claws that… Honestly, I myself would not have believed it if I did not see it with my own eyes… What ever killed Jack, it would have had to have claws at least six inches long… sharp as razors. We brought back as much of his body as we could find for burial. What do we tell his family?
February 9, 2180
A young kid, I think his name his name is Allman, has stepped in as squad leader. He tells us Blue Squadron found the transmitters. They haven't told us exactly why they are so important. Apparently they are important enough for more than fifty soldiers to give their lives to get them. God, I hope it was worth it. Rumors are circulating on what they will be used for. Some say that we are trying to contact other races… Right, like there is anyone else in this forsaken universe. I will believe it when I see it. But Jack says he has been to other worlds.
March 25, 2180
I miss my family. Some of the soldiers have brought their families with them. Jade has created an underground… what would you call it? I guess you would call it what it is, housing... Unfortunately my family thinks that I am dead. For their safety, they are better off believing that. Maybe someday I will see them again.
Our medic was sniped off, three more dead. Jack told me that Eric, he is the squad leader of the blue squadron's 1st squad, has found something of great importance and significance. I hope that it is true… We need any advantage that we can get.
Monday, July 6, 2009
ScreenwriterJD's Fashion Tips...
“Everyone loves fashion and wants to be fashionable.” Also we have heard, “Fashion can make or break a man or woman.” This is true but only to a point. Fashion is in the eye of the beholder. This can be proven by looking at the designs of Nicholas Ghesquiere compared to Calvin Klein, both with different concepts of what fashion is, but both eloquent in there own way. We could continue, James Coviello versus Gaultier... and so on...
But for others, it is Walmart versus Kmart. There is no shame in that. If the clothes make you feel like a million dollars, wear them.
On the night of the “Oscars” actors, actresses, directors, writers and the list goes on, get dressed up for the evening looking their best, ready to beat the odds. Because on Oscar night, it is a chance for any one of them to be picked out and brought in front of their peers and honored for excelling in their craft.
Some actresses wear evening gowns that have been donated to them by the top fashion designers of the year to help promote his/hers design. Others are blessed and are able to purchase a dress or gown of their own choosing. They then pick out the appropriate shoes and accessories for the outfit, get their hair styled. It is their day to shine, and shine they do. They feel that they are on top of the world, and then...
...Out comes the “Best and worst dressed list”. I myself believe that these lists are an abomination. Self esteem killers. You are free to agree or disagree...
Though Actress Mary Doe won an Oscar for best performance, she is shunned by Hollywood because she made the “Worst Dressed List” all because her shoes didn’t match her accessories; they were one shade off (God forbid)... Does anyone else find this disturbing?
The paparazzi are even worse. Sneaking up on unsuspecting actors and actresses and taking their photo and then plastering the photos on the front page of tabloids... “Oh my god (sarcasm), movie and television stars really do wear jeans and t-shirts...” sigh, “And god forbid if one actually picked their nose like real human beings!” I would be in serious trouble; my picture would be plastered every day on the front page of the tabloids if the paparazzi followed me around!
screenwriterJD’s fashion tips:
Tip One: Wear what makes you feel good. It could be an evening gown, dress or just a pair of ripped jeans and t-shirt.
Tip Two: If you feel good wearing what you are wearing, don’t let others take away from how you feel.
Tip Three: DO NOT loose weight because others tell you that you need to loose weight. Most of them are smoking crack and are usually overweight themselves. If you are comfortable with your body, screw them. Only do it because you want to. And to all of the actresses out there, take a stand. Your male fans love women with curves and the talent you have when performing on the big and small screens.
But for others, it is Walmart versus Kmart. There is no shame in that. If the clothes make you feel like a million dollars, wear them.
On the night of the “Oscars” actors, actresses, directors, writers and the list goes on, get dressed up for the evening looking their best, ready to beat the odds. Because on Oscar night, it is a chance for any one of them to be picked out and brought in front of their peers and honored for excelling in their craft.
Some actresses wear evening gowns that have been donated to them by the top fashion designers of the year to help promote his/hers design. Others are blessed and are able to purchase a dress or gown of their own choosing. They then pick out the appropriate shoes and accessories for the outfit, get their hair styled. It is their day to shine, and shine they do. They feel that they are on top of the world, and then...
...Out comes the “Best and worst dressed list”. I myself believe that these lists are an abomination. Self esteem killers. You are free to agree or disagree...
Though Actress Mary Doe won an Oscar for best performance, she is shunned by Hollywood because she made the “Worst Dressed List” all because her shoes didn’t match her accessories; they were one shade off (God forbid)... Does anyone else find this disturbing?
The paparazzi are even worse. Sneaking up on unsuspecting actors and actresses and taking their photo and then plastering the photos on the front page of tabloids... “Oh my god (sarcasm), movie and television stars really do wear jeans and t-shirts...” sigh, “And god forbid if one actually picked their nose like real human beings!” I would be in serious trouble; my picture would be plastered every day on the front page of the tabloids if the paparazzi followed me around!
screenwriterJD’s fashion tips:
Tip One: Wear what makes you feel good. It could be an evening gown, dress or just a pair of ripped jeans and t-shirt.
Tip Two: If you feel good wearing what you are wearing, don’t let others take away from how you feel.
Tip Three: DO NOT loose weight because others tell you that you need to loose weight. Most of them are smoking crack and are usually overweight themselves. If you are comfortable with your body, screw them. Only do it because you want to. And to all of the actresses out there, take a stand. Your male fans love women with curves and the talent you have when performing on the big and small screens.
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