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  1. *grabs Crucifix* *grabs Holy Water* *grabs pellets of food* HERE, TROLL! BE GONE! MAY THE ROADS OF NIGH CLOSE BE TREAD QUICKLY!
  2. A while ago, because I have so much skill, I built two amazingly-blue scarabs to try and defeat the enemy. It was the same tactic I had used to win every other game I won (which were none at the time) but thanks to the power and blessing of RNGesus, the light bridge both of my Scarabs were on gave way, not only ruining my game, but also my friends' who also built a scarab. All three scarabs immediately died and I switched my 360 off instantaneously, more angry than an Irishman without his pot'o'gold.
  3. Like it was stated, he's suffering from amnesia, since the plasma shook the systems and made his wake-up call a bit worse than it already was. He's confused, and given that when he put Linda into cryosleep he was injured and also emotionally unstable, it's not a surprise he tried to lash out on the first person who woke him up. The Cole Protocol! Of course. I really need to read that. Wait . . . I don't remember saying that he put Linda and himself into cryosleep. I've changed a lot of canon things around in this script, so don't be surprised if new events happen and certain events don't.
  4. Thanks for the positive responses! My first post is sharing a script I'm writing, so check it out in the Music - Books - User-created section.
  5. Cryo-status, as soon as you leave cryo the waste that hasn't been released from your body needs to go somewhere, as described in one of the first moments in Fall of Reach, which is what half of this script is based on. If you read it, you should know what I'm talking about. As for the dialogue between Keyes and Cortana, I always imagined that Cortana would tease the Captain slightly, as she has with John (when she isn't in mortal danger from the Gravemind and so-on). As for Keyes' pattern of speaking I don't think we've heard enough of him to really get a good idea of what he would say. If there are certain lines of dialogue that don't sound good, I'll be happy to fix them.
  6. Thanks a lot man! This seems to be shaping up as a friendly forum, I did actually write the entire plan for the film, but I won't upload it since it was written terribly. According to TheBritishSpartan, the film shouldn't exist. I feel really passionate about it; I would love some more help with it, if you know anyone who is an avid writer. Since I copied-and-pasted it from a different forum I wrote it on, it's got some weird links on. Let me remove it quickly.
  7. <p>Hey peoples of the internet, this is my second post now so if I get a few things wrong just let me know and I will gladly amend these mistakes. </p> <p> </p> <p>This is my most cherished piece of work I have created. If you hate it, I will probably cry in the corner of my room; but that shouldn't matter, don't worry about that aspect.</p> <p> </p> <p>About half a year ago I was on the popular website <em>Comicbookmovie, </em>(I do not want you lot to go on it, don't worry - TheBritishSpartan can tell you how we didn't enjoy it there). There was a fanfiction people wrote called a "fancast" which consisted of you taking a famous book/comicbook/exisiting film/videogame and writing apart who would star in a feature length film of it. It mostly featured people complaining about the Batman trilogy, though. </p> <p> </p> <p>I decided to use the ever-loved series, <em>Halo, </em>(not sure you've heard of it) and try and turn it into a cast for an amazing film; it inspired me. Music Videos on Youtube like the ones of <em>UncookedMoa (</em>a talented editor) inspired me to create a film idea based on John's story. I decided to not only create the imaginary cast for a Halo film, but create the basis for a Halo film. The story. However cringeworthy that sounds, I wrote a good 2000 almost unreadable wall of text about what a CE-Fall of Reach film would look like.</p> <p> </p> <p>I loved it.</p> <p> </p> <p>So, without further ado, I present the beginning five minutes for a script called <em>Halo: Rise and Fall. </em>Leave all friendly criticism in the replies below.</p> <p> </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"><strong><u>RISE AND FALL</u></strong></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"> </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"><strong><em>SC1</em></strong></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>A black screen cuts to show a purple-night playground. Show a group of children fighting on a mud hill, dirty and laughing. Two figures watch from a distance, smiling. They wear casual beige clothes.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man: Which one?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Woman: I think we both know the <a href="http://forums.halofollower.com/index.php?/topic/2352-halo-rise-and-fall-script/#">answer</a> tothat.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man: How sure are you? Whatever you want this boy for, is it worth it?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The woman digs into her pocket and finds a 21<sup>st</sup> century coin and flips it.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Woman: It’s in fate’s hands now.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"><strong><em>SC2</em></strong></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Show a cataclysmic planet, burning a sepia orange. Ominous chants and drums are heard. Pans through a wrecked field of debris, we see the surface of the world again. On the ground, on a mountain, we see a <a href="http://forums.halofollower.com/index.php?/topic/2352-halo-rise-and-fall-script/#">flat</a> saltlake bed. A single shooting star is seen, distant.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Voice: We stood no chance. Everyone knew it was a matter of time. I will perish, as all do other of my brothers and sisters.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>We get a <a href="http://forums.halofollower.com/index.php?/topic/2352-halo-rise-and-fall-script/#">close</a> shotto the shooting star, where we see an armour-clad soldier instead of a ball of ice.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soldier: Some will mourn, some will cry, others will hide. I won’t be doing either.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The soldier catches fire and the armour begins to break apart.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soldier: I’ve saved a lot of lives today.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>On the ground, a single tall figure can be seen, looking up with a weapon in its hand.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soldier: That is why I’m here. I’m a soldier, bred for war, designed to die like cattle. I don’t regret anything. Right here, right now, I die in a ball of fire, so nobody else has to.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The figure <a href="http://forums.halofollower.com/index.php?/topic/2352-halo-rise-and-fall-script/#">runs</a> awayas the star hits the ground and explodes.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soldier: All the SPARTANs will burn.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Roll title - Halo: Rise and Fall</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"><strong><em>SC3</em></strong></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"> </p> <div style="margin:0px;color:rgb(243,91,0);"><em>Camera</em></div> <p><em> pulls to space. A wrecked ship, still functional, leaves a wormhole and wanders through this new area. Show a room with a large glass pod on the floor, which opens up quickly. A man in his 40s puts his legs over the side.</em></p> <p> </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Feminine Voice: Good morning, Captain.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The Captain</em> <em>vomits on the floor for a few seconds before wiping his mouth with a towel.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Captain: Cortana, get me diagnostics. What state are we in?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The voice which is emitting from the walls responds cheerfully.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: 50% of the ship is compromised, we’ve lost about 43% hull integrity, we’ve had to close off and decompress 30% of the rooms that are still at functioning capacity.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The Captain gets up and goes through clothes in a wardrobe.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Captain: And what about our weapons?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Our Magnetic Accelerator Cannon will be down for thirty minutes as we recharge our Shaw—***ijiwa translight engine. Archer Missile Pods at 40% ammunition count. We’ve lost half of our turrets.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The Captain puts on a formal looking outfit rimmed with medals and decorations. He turns to a mirror and straightens his uniform.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Captain: I suppose we’re utterly defenceless then.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: You look fabulous, Keyes.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Jacob: Stuff it, Cortana. Are we at the right coordinates?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Cortana doesn’t respond and the Captain looks worried.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Jacob: Cortana?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Sir, I suggest you get down to the bridge straight away.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Jacob takes out his pipe and nibbles on the end.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Those are against regulation, you know.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Jacob: I don’t care. Cortana, if this is serious, I want battle stations ASAP.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: We’ll have to see about that.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Keyes puts his pipe in his pocket and walks away down a corridor. Flashing red alarm lights.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"><strong><em>SC4</em></strong></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Two men are sitting down on a table in a small observation bay, playing a game of cards.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 1: Go fish.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 2: This is Blackjack.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 1: Checkmate.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The first man laughs, seeing how annoyed the second man is becoming.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 1: I’m just messin’, don’t worry about it. It’d be boring if we don’t make some fun.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The second man shakes his head and rests his cards down for a moment.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 2: Christ man, the entire human empire’s falling apart and you’re trying to make some fun by acting an idiot.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 1: Okay, okay, I’ll stop.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>An awkward silence follows.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 1: I don’t suppose you know why that man just walked past.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 2: Hmm?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 1: A man, could’ve been an ODST. Very tall fella.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The second man puts his cards on the table, confused.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 2: You didn’t see a . . . SPARTAN, did you?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 1: I don’t kn—</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 2: You really are an idiot, Soult.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: It’s hard to tell who it was. He was … carrying someone as well.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 2: I don’t suppose you could’ve told me before we went into cryo.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Ford, I’ll tell you again and again, I’m a very forg—</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: Look, shut up. I’ll go check who it was.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"><strong>SC5</strong></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>An African-american man stands in his room, looking at a tablet in his hand. He flicks through some pages and looks at the devastated Reach. Sighing, he puts down the tablet on a chest of drawers and takes a cigarette out of his pocket. He lights it, blows a puff of smoke out and steps on the bud on the floor. He sits down on his bed.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 1: Did you not read the “No-Smoking” sign?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>A man in a heavily padded suit leans on the door frame, smiling.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 2: Did you read the, “no annoying pests” sign?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The two men smile at each other before shaking hands.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 1: Nice to see you again, Johnson.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Johnson: I’d say the same to you, if it weren’t for the state we’re in.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The first man walks to the windowsill and rests on it.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Man 1: Do you know where abouts we jumped?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Johnson: Silva, how the hell would I know? We’ve just left Reach in ruins and now we’re god-knows-where.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Silva: Anything’s better than Reach. Damn, we lost so many good men there.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Johnson: The SPARTANs all burnt in that battle, god have mercy on them.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Silva: McKay’s never been a fan of SPARTANs, and I think she’ll only be glad they’re gone.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Johnson: We need as many men and women fighting as we can.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Silva: I think fighting isn’t an option anymore. The SPARTANs were supposed to help organise a peace treaty.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Johnson: We can only hope they don’t find Earth. Then that’s it. We’re out.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Silva: I don’t think anyone’s going to be alive to see peace return.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>They both sigh and Johnson lights a cigarette.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Johnson: Why the suit?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Silva: You’ve always got to be prepared I’m afraid, it ain’t gonna be long before we’re dropped.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Johnson: You’re afraid?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Silva: I’m always afraid.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"><strong>SC6</strong></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Keyes, in his Captain uniform, walks to the command centre on the bridge of the ship. Camera shows space and turns so we see a giant ring the size of a planet.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Cortana . . . analysis.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: This ring is neither human or covenant, it matches no known architecture plans we have seen before . . . that is, except on Reach.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: What was on Reach that links here?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: It’s above your pay grade, sir.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: I don’t care about my pay grade, and since I’m the highest operating soldier on this ship, I want to know.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: . . . CASTLE BASE was built on the remains of a structure that, after harsh analysis, was built by a race far more advanced than us . . . or Covenant.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: This was built by a superior alien race that we have never come across?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: They could have died out a millennia ago, their architecture is built to hold.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Keyes nibbles on his pipe, worried.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Are we being tailed?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: The Covenant have always been faster. They’re here in . . . . 60 seconds.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The Captain puts his pipe into his pocket firmly</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Then standard procedure is needed. Cortana, get everyone to battle station Alpha, priority Red. I want every available man and woman on this ship to be prepped ready for battle. Take reactors to 130%, keep all blast doors locked except on designated flood pathways. Take us behind that ring.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Right away, sir. Oh, and by the way, we’ve got an available soldier in the cryogenics bay who hasn’t woken up yet.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Then wake him.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Of course.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Keyes and the crew on the bridge brace as the ship flies forward, towards the Ring.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"><strong>SC7</strong></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Ford goes down some stairs and looks at a control panel. There is a glass pane separating him from the cryo area. He checks the life signatures on the board, and spots something on the dashboard. A piece of paper with a picture of a woman. He picks it up and looks at it for a few seconds. Soult comes down the stairs.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Still missing that old hag?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Ford puts down the picture and turns to Soult.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: I thought you would know a lot about hags, given your womanising skills.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Mate, Back on Erid I had all the girls <em>crawling </em>over me.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: I take it you mean as in the bug-sense.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Better than what you could get.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: Is that so?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: If I’m wrong, tell me so.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Ford hands him the small picture of the woman.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Is this your bird?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: It’s not my “bird”, but my . . . wife</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Soult takes a second to look at the picture of Ford’s wife, before putting it in his pocket and he begins to sort through files in a cabinet.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: Ahem?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Sorry, just let me grab something . . .</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Soult grabs a file and looks through it, searching for something. Suddenly, the screen Ford is sitting behind starts flashing red.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: What’s this . . . Soult, take a look at this.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Soult puts the file on the side and looks at the screen at Ford’s side.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: I think we found out who are mystery man is.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: You should go to the chamber, I’ll man the controls.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Soult nods and opens the door to the Cryo-Chamber.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"><strong>SC8</strong></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Keyes is grabbing hold of the holographic platform as the ship bolts forward.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Cortana, status on that ship?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: It’s arriving later than expected. They seem to be late to the party.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Cortana, if these are the kind of parties you’re invited to, I never want to go to them.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Wait, I’m picking up something . . . Captain, straight ahead of us!</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>A sleek, alien ship materialises out of the space directly ahead of the ship.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Man all guns. Are our Archer Missile Pods ready to fire?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Of course, sir. Shall I engage?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: No, we should be able to slip past them and get a good headstart –</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: It’ll catch up to us.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Fine. Then in that case, open fire.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The ship unloads hundreds of missiles into the alien ship, they veer towards it but before they make contact an energy shield appears around it, blocking all the missile shots.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Damn it. I thought their shields went offline everytime they jump?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Either they upgraded them since our last encounter or we were too slow.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Keyes mumbles something to himself as his ship skids along the top of the alien craft, causing sparks to fly and the energy shield to dissipate. The bridge goes dark, the lights switching off. Meanwhile, we see Soult going into the Cryo-Chamber, and the door is locked.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Well, this is just fantastic.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>We cut back to the bridge.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Damn it, what happened now?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>One of the crewsmen turns around to the Captain. This particular one is Navigations Officer Miruku.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Miruku: The energy shield caused all of our electrics to be disabled. Powering up in about 60 seconds.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: How much control do we still have?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Minimal, most of our ships systems run on electricity. Our back-up generators are also out, if you were going to ask.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The alien ship tilts upwards slightly towards the human ship and its canons begin warming up in a bright purple.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Cortana, you and I both know that if that ship fires at us, we’re dead.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Which is why I’m taking us to that ring. We’ve just got to wait for next 50 seconds and hope their weapons miss.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: They never miss.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: You’d be surprised.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>One of the cannons on the alien ship fires, a trail of plasma darting towards the Pillar of Autumn.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Plasma, off the port bow!</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: The Pillar of Autumn can’t handle more than one plasma bolt. Are we facing a full salvo?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: We’re facing one plasma shot, Captain.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The rest of the alien ship’s weapons cool down immediately.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Where is it going to hit us?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Checking . . . The cryo bay.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"><strong>SC9</strong></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: Hello, hello?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Hey. Mind telling me why the lights have gone out?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: God knows. I presume we’ve had contact with the split-jaws.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Christ man, I don’t want to die waking up a 7 foot cyborg.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: You’re going to die anyway, so might as well give this a go.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Ford presses a few buttons on his panel, but they don’t do anything.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: Ah, that’s why.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: What is it?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Soult wipes at the condensation on the glass of the cryo tube.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: We don’t have electri—</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>A sudden explosion hits the cryo bay, the floor creaks, Soult falls over and Ford looks distressed.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: God!</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: Soult, I don’t want to worry you, but . . .</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: What the hell is it?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: The cryo chamber is decompressing at ten times the normal rate.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The cryo tube rattles slightly and gas starts to pour out of the glass.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: And what does that mean?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: You’re going to have one unhappy SPARTAN.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"><strong>SC10</strong></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The bridge shakes and all the crewmen get to their stations once more.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Damage report.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"> Cortana: Nothing serious, although we’ve lost all main functions in Cryogenics Bay Gamma.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Is that the one with the two of them in?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: . . . Yes.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Keyes wipes the blood dripping from his nose and becomes more serious.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Get us to that ring, Cortana, and get John to the bridge.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Keyes, they’ve stopped firing.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: What?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: They have all plasma turrets available from what I can tell, but they’re simply not firing.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: I don’t care why, but that’s a relief –</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Speak of the devil.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: More plasma?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: No. Boarding craft.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: All Marines to the air locks. Every gun needs to be armed, by any man or woman. Do you understand? This war has enough dead soldiers. I’m not losing this ship.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Sir, do I sense fear in your voice?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: Cortana, I’m only fearful for one person in this world.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: Sir . . .</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Keyes: That’s enough, Cortana. All battle stations armed. When will they arrive?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Cortana: I think they just did.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"><strong>SC11</strong></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>We see through the eyes of the person inside the cryo tube. Heavy breathing follows. The door of the cryo tube slowly opens and the gas spills onto the floor.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: SPARTAN-117, please, you’re in the Pillar of Autumn, a UNSC vessel. There’s no need to panic.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Soult looks over his shoulder and speaks quieter than before.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Ford, how bad will the amnesia be?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: Hard to tell. He may have lost all cognitive memory. I’d be careful, he could easily snap my neck. Maybe you should –</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: I can handle this, Ford.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Soult puts his hand on the soldier’s shoulder. The SPARTAN is bending down slightly, disoriented.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">SPARTAN-117: L-l . . . Linda . . . F-fred . . .</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Linda?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The seven-foot tall soldier grabs Soult by the throat, raising him off his feet and into the air. Soult gags in pain.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">SPARTAN-117: I want to see . . . Fred . . . Linda . . . Where . . . is she?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Soult drops to the floor, gasping for breath after the soldier drops him.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: Soult, I –uh- don’t have updates on where they are. He’s suffering from amnesia, and I think it would be best we don’t tell him anything. Let him figure it out.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Soult spits out his words as he is grabbed by the throat.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: . . . Right.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"> </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>John drops the man and Soult falls to his knees before getting to his feet, slightly unsteady.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Well, <em>sir, </em>please come with me. Let’s get that energy shield of yours charged.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Soult and the soldier move towards a double-pronged door-like apparatus, and as the warrior stands inside it, it begins to spin rapidly. We see from his viewpoint again. Soult turns his head slightly to the window behind him which has Ford behind.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Ford, I don’t think we have much time –</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>An explosion is heard, and from the window, we can see a hole has been blown straight through the wall to Ford’s right inside his room. A massive creature steps inside.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: Agh! Get . . . away from me!</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Slowly, the soldier’s viewpoint shifts to white. All noise fades.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;"><strong>SC12</strong></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The noise becomes the cries of laughter, a child playing. The area is bright and innocent, like the child we are following. He swings on a tire in the middle of an autumn forest.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Child: Daddy! Look!</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The father watches the child swing all by himself, impressed by his strength. He pushes him and they both laugh gleefully. We cut to later. The child and the father are standing in the loft of a house and a telescope points out the window.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Father: Do you see that?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Child: See what?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The father picks up his child and helps him look through the scope.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Father: There, past Jericho and Eridanus. Do you see that really dim star?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Child: Yeah . . . I think.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Father: That . . . is Earth.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Child: Really?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Father: Of course. That is where your Mum and I came from, before we went here.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Child: Why is it so far away?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Father: Well, Earth is our home. Your home. Space is big and scary, full of villains and monsters. </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Child: Oh . . .</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Father: It’s the crown jewel of the Human Empire, that’s where every single man, woman or <strong>child </strong>came from, we all share the same family. </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Child: Do I come from Earth?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Father: In a way, yes. </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The Father leans closer.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Father: And here’s a little secret. Earth is where we are going, after I come back from my trip. </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Child: Daddy, are you sure? I'm really excited!</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Father: Of course. The trip will be fun; don't be scared. We'll be with you all the way.</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The child goes to the bed. His father goes to his side.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Father: Good night, John.</p> <p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;">SC13</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>The next thing we see is a boy running in the woods. It is the middle of autumn and the trees are littered with blood-red colours and sickly yellow. Screaming and crying. Back on the Pillar of Autumn, the Chief raises his head and looks through to Ford through the glass. </em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Ford! Christ, help him! </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>John grabs the pistol out of Soult's pocket and shoots through the glass, causing it to shatter into a million pieces. He runs through the window and tackles the attacker to the ground. Whilst not seeing the conflict Soult gets Ford up to his feet.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: That was exciting for you. </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: You should have used your womanizing skills, you'd have that Elite swooning after you. </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><i>Soult activates the door out of the chamber by putting his palm on a scanning machine. </i></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: You're shaking. </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Soult: Am I?</p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>Soult puts on a smile. John stabs the intruder with his knife and it stops hassling. He rushes upstairs.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;">Ford: Wrong way. </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"><em>John quickly goes down the stairs and through the now-open door. Explosions rattle the ship.</em></p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"> </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"> </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"> </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"> </p> <p style="color:rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;text-align:center;"> </p>
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