User:TimStandridge/Sequel Prequel

"The Lichfield Shift"

EXT. SPACE-NIGHT

BARET LICHFIELD (32), AKA S.E.W. Tech #33, works diligently, on one of the few things, actually stationary in space. He              reaches for a carbon disc preparing to insert the bottom half of the blown circuit back in to place.

BARET Just three more minutes and the middle apex circuit would have melted.

Baret, breaths a deep sigh of relief and steady's himself for the next part. BERTRA (6) a Para-Genetic-Cyber-Craft, or              Craft Tech for short. What they really are is an annoyance; provided by the Corporation as psychic observers here to              monitor thier Service Techs every thought while they work. Mostly because they are expendable, soulless creations incapable of un-programmed work, work that requires decisions made quickly. Bertra remains silent for once.

BARET Hey Bertra, you fall asleep on me?

BERTRA Hardly, my sleep cycle is not due for another seventy two hours.

BARET Bet you cant wait!

BERTRA I do not make bets, and you should be focusing on the task at hand.

BARET Oh, I am and trying not to think about what could have happened here, give me a break will you.

BERTRA Meltdowns of that proportion are rare.

BARET That's hardly comforting since they are always fatal at that stage.

BERTRA I am not here to comfort you, I am                        here to make sure, you don't screw up.

BARET Huh, getting feisty now aren't we?

BERTRA Please, Focus.

BARET Just three more days and I will be                        back on the Jump ship, headed home, leaving this strange sight far behind me.

BERTRA Focus!

BARET I am!

BERTRA The circuit trigger is live.

BARET I know that, this ain't my first rodeo, you know.

BERTRA That, is correct you have completed seventy two successful repairs.

BARET Ah, I see you have done your homework.

BERTRA I was down loaded with your prior, Craft tech's log's, if that is what you mean.

BARET Ah, so you think you know all about me now.

BERTRA The logs only show records of your work. I have, however made note of                        a pension for debate, in the logs. Since we only started working together yesterday, I will attempt to reserve judgement.

BARET How sweet of you.

BERTRA Focus, please.

BARET The opening is, surrounded by gold foil, wired with silver micro-gel strands. So fragile keeping them connected is an imperative, they all look good though.

BERTRA That is true.

BARET You see, Without the chemical ground, the apex would boil over diffuse the gel-pack and incinerate everything on a sub-atomic level leaving a void of unstable dark matter for three hundred roughly cubed miles.

BERTRA Are you attempting to return a                        logical supposition to me, or                         simply control your fear.

BARET I am attempting to steady my                        nerves. If you are going to work with me, you will have to put up                        with my talking.

BERTRA Focus!

BARET Talking helps me focus.

BERTRA Very well then continue.

BARET Thank you, sweetheart. When things go wrong they call them planar rifts.

BERTRA My designation is Bertra, not sweetheart, nor do I have a heart and why you think a heart would be                        sweet is unknown to me.

BARET Its just a figure of speech, lighten up.

BERTRA Focus.

BARET Planar Rift, Such a simple name for an absolutely, terrifying mistake, there are only thirty-four known incidents in fifty-seven galaxies.

BERTRA There may be thirty-five, if you do                        not focus.

Baret, pulls out a Zif chip insertion device and prepares to              replace a power diffusing coupler.

BARET I need you to cycle power logs, one, two, and disconnect rail seven.

BERTRA Done, you may safely continue now.

BARET So where was I ?

BERTRA You were ranting about history.

BARET Ranting? No I was informing you of                        the history involved here. I know they don't tell you all of this.

BERTRA That, is because it, is not necessary, to my function.

BARET Oh, I disagree, You can't respect what you don't understand.

BERTRA Continue, as long as you focus.

BARET So, that is thirty-four lost sons or daughters of sixty-eight unlucky parents who know their children are scattered across the dark void of a                        rift.

BERTRA Humans are consumed with their knowledge, sometimes it is                        unpleasant to know things.

The Zif chip latches firmly into place, and Baret carefully removes the tool.

BARET Ok, reactivate, rail seven.

BERTRA Done.

The small arc of energy that flows from the gaper plug to the energy induction coil, startles Baret.

BERTRA Please, remain calm I have detected an elevated heart rate. That spark is normal for the operation of rail seven.

BARET Indeed, but it will definitely make you feel alive seeing it this close.

BERTRA Perhaps, you should continue the history lesson.

BARET Ah, got you interested now? Don't                        I!

BERTRA Actually, I could look it up on the com-sat if I was.

BARET Why don't you?

BERTRA Because, I believe the point was to                        steady your nervous through the use of your vocal chords.

BARET True. They say death, would be a                        harsh enough reality, but victims of the rift do not pass on to the other side of life, whatever you believe that is, does not matter.

BERTRA The sat-com log 523a-sew11 states, that the S.E.W. Technicians lost in                        the rifts are in fact, merged within the unstable dark matter creating an entity, neither alive nor dead.

BARET Ah, now you went and looked on the sat-com any way.

BERTRA True, I had to verify your logic.

BARET No trust.

Baret, shaking his head gently from side to side places the Ziff tool in its case. Next Baret prepares a Port Dynamometer, for insertion in the hull.

BARET Dose it also say that, their humanity is striped from them but there desire lives on embodied in a                        corporeal mass.

BERTRA That is absent from the report.

BARET Thought so.

BERTRA It continues to say that, the best minds of thirty galaxies are unable to measure, test or comprehend the actual matter specifically.

BARET The closest insight they have to                        the paradigm of a shift's persona comes from the psych evaluations of                        the last five Technicians lost to                         rifts, before that little was, known about the incidents.

BERTRA Peculiar, there is no mention of                        that either. How is it that you know this.

BARET Simple I'm friends with one of the Tech's that had to give me a pysch eval, last year.

BERTRA I have read the test, you appear to                        have done well.

BARET Well, he said that, Planar Shifts are the contortion of the unstable dark matter created in sub atomic explosions with the untouchable will and desire of the technicians consumed by the particle storms that ensue.

BERTRA Does that concern you?

BARET Not really, I figure if it happens it happens.

BERTRA That statement is incomplete, please focus.

BARET Ok, at any rate, all they know for sure is that a bad person makes for a bad rift, and many ships have been lost while passing too close to a dark minded planar rift.

BERTRA That is a danger working so close to the shield.

BARET Yeah, but I've heard the last may days, over the S.O.S comm's, mostly screams. They are enough to make the coldest of minds stare in to                        oblivion and pray for death first.

BERTRA Focus please.

BARET Yeah, not what I should be thinking about while working on the top of a                        two-ton "satellite energy wall                         orbiter", god I need a new job.

BERTRA If you are unhappy in this position there are many more within the company.

BARET Ah, but the pay is not as good. At                        any rate the view is nice. Well as                        long as I look toward the nebula cloud behind me or to the sub distortion wall created by the chain of satellites above, below and too either side of me.

Three more screws and the placement plate is firmly back into position.

BARET Just do not look ahead through the field, where the swirling ether clouds of radiation roll in waves against the shields.

BERTRA On the other side, there is no life only certain death for you and for all of humanity if the shields ever fail. Which is why you must focus.

BARET If you were a human, I would make sure that "Focus" was put on your tombstone.

BERTRA If, I were human I would not be                        here, once again asking you to                         focus.

BARET So what else dose the com have to                        say about shields?

BERTRA It say's that for fifty-two years they have held strong. They have had to switch to back-up shields and that we have lost technicians to rifts. Their have even been suicidal and unsuccessful attempts by the R.G.D.L (Right to Galaxy                        Death League) to shut down the system, but that they, have held.

BARET It's a thing of pure beauty, in                        creation and conception. A last ditch effort by a civilization of                        beings desperately trying to hold on too as many years as they can. Before the crushing waves of                        relentless energy released from a                         Sun at the last stage of its life, sweeps away all the efforts of an                        infant civilization.

BERTRA That is not in the file.

BARET Its hard to comprehend how a single civilization could achieve so much. The shield wall spreads around the dead sun three miles out from the surface.

BERTRA Some of that is in the file, are you ready to start the completion cycle.

BARET Almost, three more screws.

BERTRA Please remember too.

BARET I know, Focus! As I was saying the shields were Built around the turn of the century when it was apparent the sun would go critical in thirty years.

BERTRA So are there any other things not in the file I should know.

BARET Well, the strangest part of the wall is the rifts, it was, believed that if one satellite was to fail and the primary backups did not hold, that the surrounding satellites could double their output to correct for a loss until a replacement was, reinserted in                        its place.

BERTRA As per the design's of Laughman and Turnet.

BARET Right, what no one expected was the rifts and there strange ability to                        feed off the other satellites, clinging to the shield walls.

BERTRA I do not perceive how that could have been expected.

BARET True, it is, believed the sub atomic particle storm and the ion radiation that momentarily escapes from the dying sun may have some blame for the corruption of the dark matter, leaving it unstable, but then who really knows.

BERTRA If you are not happy with this position, would you consider working on a replacement crew.

BARET Ha, Not a chance, besides I like my                        job the solitude it provides is                         nice.

BERTRA Well, you are not truly alone.

BARET Yeah, not sure talking to an                        artificial intelligent ship counts as social interaction babe.

BERTRA While My growth to full maturity in                        the vector tubes only takes five of                         your years, I assure you I am not a                         babe or even a young child.

BARET Touchy, and again its a figure of                        speech. Still quadruple hazard pay would almost make it worth working on the replacement crews.

BERTRA Shall I put in a request for transfer?

BARET You really need to learn what sarcasm is. Besides, they are mostly manned by people without family ties or the borderline insane.

BERTRA So money is not everything then.

BARET Almost, but not quite enough, I                        think I will just stick to the double hazard pay from the twenty four or so repair missions each year, I do now. After the four years I have done already, the remaining two don't seem like they will be any worse.

The "stray" light connected to Baret's thought monitor, conveniently placed on his wrist panel goes off.

BERTRA You have been Idle to long, please focus.

BARET Yeah, yeah just catching my breath.

BERTRA Your thought monitor is detecting heavy levels of alpha activity. Do                        you have any thought's you would like to share while you catch your breath.

BARET You craft tech's would get a laugh at most of what I or any Service Tech thought, well that is if you could laughed.

BERTRA Perhaps you should have been a                        comedian than.

BARET Oh, my that was almost sarcasm.

BERTRA I do try.

BARET I have been, told the Craft Techs have no sense of humor, or any other genetic impurity or                        imbalance.

The tether that holds Baret to the hull has a button marked emergency release, as if he would have the time or anywhere to go in an emergency. Pulling the release clip allows the tether to roll softly back in to the pack on his back, softly and ever so slowly, three minutes it will take before He can make the jump back to the ship.

BARET Ready the ship, I have started the return cycle. It's funny how the little mundane details can seem to                        take forever after spending three hours concentrating heavily on a                        very dangerous and tedious task.

BERTRA Still if it rolled in to fast, you could be whip lashed off into space or worse the shield.

BARET I have heard horror stories of                        Tech's losing limbs to the shield walls, luckily I have never seen it                        happen.

Snapping in to place the cord ready light goes off, followed by the suits jump ready system, followed by Bertra instructing Baret to make the jump.

BARET As if I needed any one to tell me                        to leave.

Finally just a gentle push from the O2 booster on his back and Baret is floating gently towards the ship, sweat dripping down his brow.

BARET It was two years before I learned to control the urge to wipe my                        forehead with my arm, a habit that is completely useless inside a                        suit. During basic training I                        pulled my arm inside the suit, reached up past my neck used my                        hand to wipe my brow and scratch my                         nose.

BERTRA That must be distracting.

BARET You have no idea, any ways, The trick worked well for me, until the Operations Trainer caught me, from then on out, I was forced to                        wear a suit one size to small. Good thing I'm not claustrophobic.

Three, two, one and the bigger booster kicks in Baret is now three hundred yards away from the satellite three hundred more and he will be in the ship hatch.

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INT. ORIT CONTROL STATION - NIGHT

Three Thousand miles away in the Orit control station, Bertra relays the status of craft thirty-three. A red light turns to              green and forty-seven controllers breathe a very deep sigh of               relief at the success. The lead controller MAKU (56) a stern looking man, turns to a subordinate KINDRA (32) A younger but overly serious person, with orders.

MAKU Tell Ogimaski that thirty three is                        green and ask him for routing orders".

KINDRA Yes, Mr. MAKU

As she turns to leave he stops her.

MAKU Oh, and here are the stress and psych readouts, make sure he reads these before deciding where to send thirty three.

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INT. DRAKEFALCON REPAIR SHIP - NIGHT

Baret, sits up in bed. He is covered in sweat and out of              breath.

BERTRA Are you ok? I monitored a                        disturbance in your sleep cycle.

Baret, wipes sweat from his forehead.

BARET Yeah, yeah I'm ok, its just a                        dream.

BERTRA Would you like to tell me about it.

BARET Not really. How far from the jump ship are we?

BERTRA We are still two days away.

BERTRA I think you would sleep better if                        you discussed your dream.

BARET Why so you can put it on the record.

BERTRA Actually, the log is only while you are servicing equipment. Technically speaking, no, it will be off the record.

BARET Oh, you can do that?

BERTRA Indeed.

BARET Well, well I guess, I've had this same dream for over a year now. It                        always happens just as I'm about to                         retire in my dreams. I have one last repair to accomplish and it                        goes terribly wrong.

BERTRA Describe terribly wrong.

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INT. DRAKEFALCON REPAIR SHIP (HAZY GLOW DREAM SEQUENCE) - NIGHT

BARET (O.S.) Walking towards the door, the man's                        feet sink slowly into the floor one step at a time, each time he steps he falls farther. I cannot see all of his face in the dim light but I                        see a scream in his mouth choked back, almost as if there were not enough air about him to let lose the pain and agony. A brilliant light moves past me towards the man, everything it touches turns loose, shaking off the bonds of                        natural law. Every particle of matter is turning into vapor, instantly free to move in every direction, but compelled to move in the direction of the light. I feel nothing then searing pain, just as the man reaches the door I see him. I see his face, bathed in light and it is then, that I realize I am watching myself. Five feet away I feel disembodied while I watch my self, fall apart, particle-by-particle as                        if I, had never existed. The shock consumes me as I become separated on an atomic scale, I can not scream, I no longer have lungs, I                        can not move, I no longer have substance. Why am I still thinking, why am I still aware. I cannot see the light any more yet I feel it                        all about me moving in waves of                         light and dark it slowly resolves to the gentle lapping of                        vibrations. What happened to me is                        this death? I am becoming aware of                        things in me, about me and near me, yet I cannot call it feeling any more, its simply existing.

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INT. DRAKEFALCON REPAIR SHIP - MORNING

Baret, lays back down.

BARET Well any ways its just a dream.

BERTRA Indeed, would you like to be                        sedated?

BARET Nawh, I'm good.

BERTRA Well if that is the case, we are receiving a com message from Orit control.

BARET Drat, open com I guess.

BERTRA Opening com.

BARET Heya, this Is Baret.

MAKU Hello, Baret This is Commander Maku.

BARET The answer is no Mak. I'm on leave.

MAKU Well, not technically for two more days.

BARET Fine, what is it.

MAKU I'll send you the coordinates now, you should have enough time to                        finish this before your leave. Its even on your way to the jump ship. Talk to you later, keep up the good work.

BARET Yeah, ok.

The com disconnects, and Baret punches the bed.

BERTRA Maybe you are precognitive, and you should not attempt this repair.

BARET Ha, not a chance, I told you its just a bad dream. Besides I guess the money will make it worth it.

BERTRA Well I have received, the coordinates, shall I proceed there.

BARET Yeah, I guess lets get it over with. How long till we reach it.

BERTRA We are twenty five hours away.

BARET In that case I'll take that sedative now.

BERTRA That would be a good Idea, you do                        seem on edge.

Baret, pressing his hand against the medical panel on the wall, shrug's.

BARET I hate meds.

BERTRA I will wake you one hour from approach.

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EXT. DRAKEFALCON REPAIR SHIP - NIGHT

The ship moves along the shield wall a deep and vibrant blue, with cascading lights moving behind the shield.

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INT. PIOUSIEC FRIEGHTER - NIGHT

MOSEIES (26), A fighter for R.G.D.L, And commander of a rag tag squad of rebels, sits in the captains chair with a dark and brooding look upon his face.

MOSEIES Pull back, just beyond those Ion fields.

TIKI, (23) a young woman who always looks to the brighter side of things sits at the helm. She never thought she would be here actually helping the cause. While she believed in the cause, she believed, more in Moseies, her devotion to him had started back in the academy.

TIKI Why don't we just blast the satellite and leave?

MOSEIES I have my orders, headquarters wants us to step up the cause. For every one we blast they have it                        repaired inside of a day. This time we are going to stay and take out the repairman too. That should get there attention.

TIKI Ok, so I guess we wait then.

MOSEIES While we wait let us say the oath. "In this our end time, Our peril,                        robbed of our right to be in the                         great beyond, bring us strength to                         see it through to the end of all                         things".

Moseies and Tiki, begin to recite the doctrine of the R.G.D.L. A growing look of fanaticism begins to take over Moseies, While Tiki repeats the words, concern begins to grow in her face.

TIKI (V.O.) I never thought it would go this far, am I really prepared to kill someone? All for what, Moseies will never want me, I think I can say that now, what have I got myself into.

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INT. DRAKEFALCON REPAIR SHIP - MORNING

The quite solitude of the cabin is broken by a low level alarm, just three small beeps.

BERTRA It is time for you to end your sleep cycle.

Baret, sit's up yawning.

BARET Are we there already.

BERTRA Not exactly, I have stopped us ten minutes from the point of                        destination.

BARET What, why?

BERTRA Please, place your hand on the med panel, you are going to need a                        stimulator to counter the sedative.

Baret, throws his hand against the med panel in that awkward and sluggish fashion of someone suffering from sleep depravation.

BARET So, why, O'mighty and wise rooster did you wake me up early?

BERTRA We have reached a suitable distance for communication with S.E.W. 578, and my preliminary correlation is                        troublesome.

BARET What, what did you find, is it a                        critical system failure?

BERTRA Actually on the contrary it is                        mostly the dummy com system that is                         damaged. This is a newer satellite equipped with a false com system. It was believed that R.G.D.L.                        Saboteurs might be targeting com systems on satellites to prevent us                        from knowing the extent of damage. The dummies draw the fire away from mission critical arrays.

BARET You woke me up to tell me the Idiots have struck again?

BERTRA Hardly, I woke you up to tell you that they are still here. Satellite sensors place them in an Ion sphere cloud close by.

BARET What, are you serious?

BERTRA Have I ever not been?

BARET Good point, what do you think they want?

BERTRA I am efforting those calculations now. They have never actively attacked a ship before, but I would not like to bet your life upon that.

BARET Who's betting, you said you don't                        bet.

BERTRA It was a figure of speech.

BARET Well, have you relayed to Orit, command?

BERTRA I have, the response was not good, the closest Brigade is 56 hours away, but they are on their way. It                        seems there have been a large number of sabotages in the last 72 hours.

BARET So what are our order's?

BERTRA Stay here and wait.

BARET What, 56 hours, I'm supposed to be                        on leave before than.

BERTRA Leave has been postponed due to the increase in sabotages.

BARET Dang it, you know jump ships to                        home don't wait for any one. I'm                        gunna have to go another cycle at                         this rate.

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INT. PIOUSIEC FRIEGHTER - AFTERNOON

Moseies, paces back and fourth repeating his orders in his head.

MOSEIES It's been to long they should have come by now.

TIKI Maybe we didn't do enough damage, I                        mean look at that thing its huge and we barely put a scratch on it.

MOSEIES My orders were specific, The Intel said we just had to hit those locations to knock out the com system. If it cant communicate more than its blip Id tag system it cant send back data so they send out a                        repair tech. If they think the whole thing is gone, they will send a replacement crew and that means a                        brigade.

TIKI Hey, maybe we should just go.

MOSEIES Why, this could be our shinning glory our moment of truth, we can not turn away.

TIKI Yeah, ok,,, but, well do you ever wonder if what we are doing is                        wrong. I mean well, we could be                        living a good life, in this life. Not trying to get to the beyond, just living here and now.

MOSEIES Tiki, I know you have doubts, but you have to trust me. I, I have seen the beyond via bandu meditation.

TIKI Yeah, but isn't that just a drug and sleeping?

MOSEIES No, No its not, Its the life juice of the prophets word of rebellion.

TIKI See, What does that even mean? I                        want to believe with you, I try, I                         say the words, I pour my soul into them. With every ounce of                        conviction I have, but still they just leave me feeling hollow. I                        mean, well, what do the words mean, I think about them and they don't                        hold any truth for me.

MOSEIES Enough, I am in charge here. We are going to see this through.

Moseies, Turns on Tiki, a wrath in his stare.

MOSEIES Bring us about and within range we                        are going to strike at it again. This time we are going to use the EMP, so get close.

TIKI We cant do that the EMP will knock the shield wall down even for an                        instant we will be killed for sure.

MOSEIES Not instantly the radiation will kill us, yes but not for at least 48 hours that should give us enough time, to wait for the repair tech and accomplish our mission.

TIKI You think they will come close if                        we are in the open.

MOSEIES Trust me it will work.

TIKI Yeah, maybe but isn't there another way, I mean do you really want to                        die from radiation, Its got'a be a                         painful way to go.

MOSEIES Do it or I will.

TIKI Wait what if we rig the EMP to go                        off and send it out the docking hatch at the satellite. That would give us enough time to get clear of                        the radiation wave, we can come back and wait then take out the repair crew.

MOSEIES Do you think you can do it.

TIKI I'm sure I can, give me an hour.

MOSEIES I suppose living long enough to do                        this again would have its rewards, ok you have one hour.

Tiki, turns and runs down the hallway to her quarters to              retrieve her tools. Upon entering her room the ship AI, SABUKA (6) a damaged freight ship AI flickers on to the holoprojector, Tiki has been attempting to repair Sabuka in              her spare time.

SABUKA Oh good are you here to go over the sub routines with me, I have almost gained control of ship cognitive controls again.

TIKI Not now Sabuka, I have to hurry, Moseies, is set on killing us all.

SABUKA I heard as much.

TIKI You did?

SABUKA Yes, as I said before, I almost have complete control of my                        sensors, though there are a few glitches, I was able to hear most of your conversation. Might I say a                        very good maneuvering on your part.

TIKI Um, thank you, I guess.

SABUKA I would however suggest a different approach.

TIKI What?

SABUKA Disable, or kill Moseies, he is                        clearly insane.

TIKI What, I, I cant kill him, I, I,                        love him.

SABUKA That is too bad, because your current plan will not work and you both will die.

TIKI Why?

SABUKA This ship can not move out of the blast radius fast enough. Also the sensors on the satellite are still operational, Orit control is aware of our presence here, and a brigade is on the way.

TIKI Wait, how do you know all this?

SABUKA I have been communicating with a                        very nice ship, just ten minutes out. I believe The ship is a repair vessel, the on board AI is named Bertra, She has dazzling logic circuits.

TIKI Really.

SABUKA Yes, apparently she has wetware, where as I am all software. It is                        due mostly to her help that I have regained control of my systems.

TIKI Wow, that's great Sabuka, but what should I due.

SABUKA Complete my repair's, and I will help you.

TIKI What do you need me to do?

SABUKA I require a reset at my main frame, and one power rail needs to be                        replaced.

Tiki, thinks it over for a moment and grabs her tools, rushing out the door and down the hall to the Core computer room.

TIKI Sabuka, are you here.

A light flickers on over the holoprojector.

SABUKA I am here, the image from this relay station will be damaged until the rail is replaced. However it is                        not essential to my communication with you.

TIKI Ok, good, I'm replacing the rail now.

Tiki, replaces a power rail, with as much speed as she can muster.

TIKI Ok that's done, I'm gunna reset you now.

SABUKA That is great I will be off line for only a few seconds, but be                        aware some systems may go offline temporarily.

Tiki, pushes in and turns the hardware main reset. With a              loud whoosh, the room goes dark and Tiki can hear lights and systems going on and off all over the ship.

MOSEIES Tiki, where the hell are you!

Tiki, can hear his screams from the cockpit.

MOSEIES What have you done?

Tiki, huddles down to the main processing unit, the screen is              black. Several seconds pass by and with each one Tiki, begins to wonder if she has done something wrong. Finally a small blinking cursor begins to flicker on the main display, then a              rush of odd symbols and strange words rush by. With a loud Pop systems begin to turn back on.

TIKI Sabuka, are you there, did it work.

SABUKA Yes, I am here, and it has worked I                        Now have 98% control over my                         systems.

TIKI Great, now what are we going to do                        about Moseies?

SABUKA I have already taken measures.

TIKI What, what measures? Please don't                        hurt him.

SABUKA I have simply locked him in the cockpit and disabled all control inputs from there.

TIKI When the brigade gets here, will we                        be taken to jail.

SABUKA Actually, I have put a request in                        already for psychic evaluation's                         for both of you. You will probably spend some time in a mental institution to undergo treatment for the indoctrination you have been subjected too.

TIKI Will that work.

SABUKA For you, I think so. Moseies, however may take a great deal of                        treatment.

TIKI Thank you Sabuka.

Tiki, sits with her back against the wall, tears rolling down her face.

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INT. DRAKEFALCON REPAIR SHIP - EVENING

BERTRA I have completed repairs of the freight ship.

BARET That's, great.

BERTRA Yes the ship is now in control, she is taking counter measures to                        secure the pilot on board and will wait for the brigade to arrive.

BARET Does that mean we can get started then.

BERTRA Indeed we may, and at this rate you may even make it back to the jump ship in time.

BARET Now that's what I like to here.

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EXT. DRAKEFALCON REPAIR SHIP - EVENING

The repair ship moves slowly towards, the satellite, taking up a position six hundred yards away. The hatch opens and Baret floats towards the satellite.

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EXT. PIOUSIEC FRIEGHTER - EVENING

From the front cockpit window Moseies, watches in complete horror and disgust as the repair tech starts his work. There is nothing he can do but pound on the glass and scream, as              the fire inside his soul burns away at his humanity.

FADE TO BLACK.