Very rough drafty. What do you think?
Fade In:Roswell, Fort Aeschylus, Meeting Room.
Cut To-REEVES, seated on a black leather chair, flipping through a folder.
Cut and Focus on-The photos and documents he is flipping through-images from a gun camera showing it firing on a small ship with it’s gun. Then a strange cylinder object, old but powerful in appearance.
Pan-Over the table that he seats, showing the eagle emblazoned on the table and the other three men seated on three opposite corners-His counterpart Faluke seated across from him.
REEVES:
Well, we won’t get anything done looking through folders will we?
FALUKE:
For once, we agree.
STAR LORD VAN DYKE:
Reeves, where is your courier?
REEVES:
He should be on his way
Cut to-Drake sleeping on a couch, drink in hand as he lays about. A droid, it’s black body propelled by a single wheel.
SC-0055:
Mister Drake, your appointment is about-
DRAKE:
Two hours.
SC-0055:
Yes, Mister Drake.
A doorbell rings, SC-0055 goes to the door.
SC-0055:
Mister DRAKE , Miss VICTORIA is at the door.
Camera cuts to DRAKE adjusting his suit, looking at himself in the mirror, camera stays on enough for some of DRAKE’S scars (small but noticeable) to be apparent. He goes to open the door, VICTORIA pushes past him and begins searching around his apartment. DRAKE just stares at her, still holding the door
DRAKE:
Somethin wrong Vic?
VICTORIA ignores him, now rummaging through DRAKE’s stuff. DRAKE lets go of the door, letting it close before coughing. VICTORIA shots up straight, turns and draws a pistol aimed at DRAKE. He begins to reach for his own, but is shot in the shoulder. VICTORIA moves towards him, pistol now aimed at his head, and her once human face changing into something more alien….a Ragon female. She begins to depress the trigger, and the screen goes black. DRAKE lays down in a black void, his shoulder wound gone.
JROVA
Rise, my child.
DRAKE stumbles up, a astral figure of pure energy floating ahead of him. The figure takes a human form, through still ambiguous in gender, race and any other features.
DRAKE
Who...who are you?
JROVA
I am the wind, I am the earth, I am you, I am everything.
DRAKE looks confused.
JROVA
You are Drake, whose mind is held together by fragile wood and future remains uncertain.
JROVA moves closer, seemingly floating
JROVA
And you shall live.
DRAKE awakes, his apartment burning and his wound healed. A charred corpse lays wear VICTORIA once stood, and SC-0055 lies destroyed next to the door.
Fade In:Roswell, Fort Aeschylus, Meeting Room.
Cut To-REEVES, seated on a black leather chair, flipping through a folder.
Cut and Focus on-The photos and documents he is flipping through-images from a gun camera showing it firing on a small ship with it’s gun. Then a strange cylinder object, old but powerful in appearance.
Pan-Over the table that he seats, showing the eagle emblazoned on the table and the other three men seated on three opposite corners-His counterpart Faluke seated across from him.
REEVES:
Well, we won’t get anything done looking through folders will we?
FALUKE:
For once, we agree.
STAR LORD VAN DYKE:
Reeves, where is your courier?
REEVES:
He should be on his way
Cut to-Drake sleeping on a couch, drink in hand as he lays about. A droid, it’s black body propelled by a single wheel.
SC-0055:
Mister Drake, your appointment is about-
DRAKE:
Two hours.
SC-0055:
Yes, Mister Drake.
A doorbell rings, SC-0055 goes to the door.
SC-0055:
Mister DRAKE , Miss VICTORIA is at the door.
Camera cuts to DRAKE adjusting his suit, looking at himself in the mirror, camera stays on enough for some of DRAKE’S scars (small but noticeable) to be apparent. He goes to open the door, VICTORIA pushes past him and begins searching around his apartment. DRAKE just stares at her, still holding the door
DRAKE:
Somethin wrong Vic?
VICTORIA ignores him, now rummaging through DRAKE’s stuff. DRAKE lets go of the door, letting it close before coughing. VICTORIA shots up straight, turns and draws a pistol aimed at DRAKE. He begins to reach for his own, but is shot in the shoulder. VICTORIA moves towards him, pistol now aimed at his head, and her once human face changing into something more alien….a Ragon female. She begins to depress the trigger, and the screen goes black. DRAKE lays down in a black void, his shoulder wound gone.
JROVA
Rise, my child.
DRAKE stumbles up, a astral figure of pure energy floating ahead of him. The figure takes a human form, through still ambiguous in gender, race and any other features.
DRAKE
Who...who are you?
JROVA
I am the wind, I am the earth, I am you, I am everything.
DRAKE looks confused.
JROVA
You are Drake, whose mind is held together by fragile wood and future remains uncertain.
JROVA moves closer, seemingly floating
JROVA
And you shall live.
DRAKE awakes, his apartment burning and his wound healed. A charred corpse lays wear VICTORIA once stood, and SC-0055 lies destroyed next to the door.
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