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Alien Force
Written by:  AndyUK


Chapter 1 - Chapter v1.5


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EXT.   NORTH ATLANTIC.   BETTY TOPSIDE. (HEAVY RAIN) (LATER)

WIDE ANGLED SHOT of the Betty still afloat in the ocean!  Most of her crew stood topside, now wearing fluorescent macks, Vriess sat on a small air-cushion from his wheel chair.  The stricken ship SWAYS awkwardly as WIND and RAIN continues to build up in freezing conditions.

The hatch opens and Quaid appears carrying a large CONTAINER.

QUAID
Hope you’re all hungry?

JOHNER
You ain’t kiddin’, right now I could eat my folks!

CALL

Disgusting!!  How can you think of food at a time like this?

Johner opens the container and brings out a can of beer.

JOHNER (to Call)

Sorry to report but... (grins) no oil cans in here!

Ripley kneels down next to Vaughan tending to the unconscious Sirtis.

RIPLEY
How’s she doing?

VAUGHAN
Not good I’m afraid.  I’ve given her another stabilizer but she
may go into thermal shock without proper medical attention.

RIPLEY

Just do what you can...someone’s bound to come soon.

There’s a short pause.

JOHNER (to Quaid)

How many flairs you got left?

QUAID
You don’t ever wanna know!

JOHNER
Just tell me the score man?

QUAID
3...and all very wet!

Call sits next to Vriess rubbing her arms quickly.

VRIESS

You feel that...cold I mean?

CALL

Yes.

VRIESS
Guess being human ain’t so great!

CALL

Didn’t you see anything, anything at all?

VRIESS

It all happened so fast.  But y’know what the worst thing is?

CALL
What?

Vriess stares over towards Sirtis.

VRIESS
Maybe we’ll never find out!

CLOSE UP on Kelly studying the Beacon Receiver, then...!

KELLY
Yo, I think we got something here!!

JOHNER (O.S.)
Where??

KELLY
200 meters off the port (indicated) and closing fast.  Signal’s
weak, maybe interference or something I dunno.

THEIR P.O.V. where Kelly indicated.  But we see nothing except waves and huge ice bergs!

JOHNER (O.S.)
You sure about this, I don’t see shit.

KELLY

It’s out there, (points to scanner) see for yourself man!

RIPLEY (to Kelly)

200 meters!!  How’d they get so close unnoticed?

KELLY

Yeah... (looks at Ripley) I was thinkin’ the same thing!

CALL

Well all I see is lots of water and even more ice.

JOHNER
What the Hell you whining for, you ain’t exactly gonna drown?

CALL
I happen to be a very complex android, some day you people will
come to appreciate us.

JOHNER
I’d appreciate it if you’d shut the fuck up-!

RIPLEY

For Christ’s sake knock it off you 2!!  We’re in enough trouble
as it is!

KELLY

There it is again--dead ahead--150 meters!

THEIR P.O.V. across the ocean large bubbles suddenly BELLOW UPWARDS, followed by LOUD SPRAYS of water.  A tall black RUDDER begins CUTTING through the Ocean surface.

CALL (O.S.)

I don’t like the look of this.

QUAID (O.S.)
No worries girl, so long as they get us home.

THEIR P.O.V. (CONT.) as the vessel slows it continues RISING.  A large conning tower over the mid section appears, revealing its name along the side... U.S.S. ARKENSAW.

JOHNER

Hey Kelly, guess you’ll get to kick some Army ass after all?

KELLY (to Herself)

Goddam fuckin’ Marine Corps!

The U.S.S. Arkensaw finally comes to rest halfway above the waterline about 100 meters away.  An ancient U.S. Navy Submarine, 500 yards long, black and bold in stature, elegant though surprisingly sleek.  

Near the bow of the vessel 2 bright search lights turn TOWARDS US.

EXT.   U.S.S. ARKENSAW.   UPPER DECK.

We DOLLY along the deck of U.S.S. Arkensaw.  Suddenly a dozen individuals armed with RIFLES appear from the far side.

SIDE ANGLED SHOT of their guns being brought down to bare on the Betty crew below.

SMASH CUT TO:

EXT.   BETTY TOPSIDE

Johner and Kelly bring their weapons up!

JOHNER
(erratically)
Jesus, fuckin’ Pirates!!

KELLY
It’s a stand-off-!!

RIPLEY

No wait!  You can’t win, not like this.  Put ‘em down...slowly!

Johner and Ripley turn to look at each other.

JOHNER
So much for the Welcoming Committee?

RIPLEY

I dunno about that, only one way to find out.  Shall we??

REAR ANGLED SHOT of the Betty crew into the search lights.  They drop their weapons, then slowly raise their hands in surrender.

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EXT.   TERRAN ISLAND.   THE FOREST.   NIGHT. (MISTY, LIGHT RAIN)

Ruth and Jade appear in a small clearing in the forest breathing heavily.  A thick layer of ground MIST making it difficult to see.

RUTH

I think we lost them.

JADE

I think I need a drag!

Jade leans against a tree, puts a cigarette in her mouth.

RUTH
Those things will be the death of you some day.

JADE
Never mind the lectures, where’s my lighter?

RUTH
Still in the cave...remember...it went up flames-?

A WHISPERING sound behind causes them to FREEZE!!

CLOSE UP on Ruth looking around nervously.  In the distance we hear the CRY of a WOLF.

RUTH

We’ve got to warn the others about those things?

JADE (O.S.)
The stables ain’t far, we can sound the alarm from there.

RUTH
Those fires from the sky...it was like Hells fury!  

SLOWLY RISING up to a tree trunk over them.  A Face-Hugger CRAWLS into frame then STOPS.

RUTH (O.S.)
What do you think happened?

JADE (O.S.)
I don’t know Ruth.

Jade starts fidgeting with her last cigarette.

RUTH
Hey, what if the Convent was hit?  What if everyone’s dead??

JADE

Relax will you!  They’re probably already safe and sound inside
the shelter.  And so will we shortly.

RUTH
But what if we get stuck here-?

JADE

Then the Army will come for us, you know the drill!  

RUTH
I don’t like it Jade...can we please just go to the stables?

JADE
Alright, c’mon let’s get goin-!

Suddenly a large ANIMAL LEAPS out ROARING at Jade.  Grabs her by the HEAD in its JAWS, it SWINGS her around like a rag doll.

Ruth stumbles back SCREAMING as the Wolf TEARS into Jade’s clothing.  

She turns and runs fast as she can back into the forest.

HUGGER VISION through the grass, PANNING LEFT as Ruth runs past, then CHASING after her.

RUTH’S P.O.V. TWISTING and TURNING through the forest, briefly LOOKING BACK seeing nothing.  

HUGGER VISION still CHASING through the grass.  Ruth just in sight.

HIGH DOLLY SHOT over Ruth as she continues running, ahead of her we see some light.

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EXT.   THE FOREST/THE STABLES. (MISTY, LIGHT RAIN CONT.) (LATER)

HIGH ANGLED SHOT as Ruth appears at the edge of the forest, PANNING RIGHT as she continues down a steep slope.  At the bottom some lights shine over a building made from logs with a gabled roof.  

RUTH’S P.O.V. ahead lights from the STABLES getting closer and closer.

HUGGER VISION coming out of the forest, then CONTINUING down the slope towards The Stables.

Ruth reaches the Stables...the gates are LOCKED!  She starts KICKING and SCREAMING wildly.

RUTH

OPEN THE GATES--C’MON--OPEN THE BLOODY GATES!!

HUGGER VISION racing down the steep slope GAINING on Ruth below.

She continues KICKING and SCREAMING, nervously LOOKING BACK.  

An unlocking sound comes from the other side, one gate partly opens.  As the nun rears her head outside Ruth BARGES past into the stables.

CUT TO:

INT.   STABLES.

Ruth SLAMS the gate shut, pushes 3 large bolts across locking them inside and steps back.

ANNA

Would you mind telling me what-?

RUTH

Shhhh...be quiet!  Maybe they’ll go away?

An eerie silence follows as we CLOSE UP on Ruth terrified.  Then we HEAR SCRATCHING and CACKLING noises coming from the gate.

ANNA (O.S.)

What’s that noise?  Is it the wolves?

CLOSE UP on Ruth (CONT.) the noises, seemingly from all around, get louder and louder!

RUTH

G-O A-W-A-Y!!

One of the stable horses becomes frightened.  Anna runs over to try and settle him down.

ANNA

Whoa boy whoa it’s alright, just a bad storm...shhhh! (looks at
Ruth) Oh no I forgot!

RUTH
Forgot what?

ANNA
The skylight’s still open!

We DOLLY with Ruth as she runs over to a tall ladder and climbs up to the loft.

INT.   STABLE LOFT.

ANGLED SHOT as Ruth climbs into the loft, looks around anxiously then UPWARDS.

RUTH’S P.O.V. the skylight is partly OPEN, but not a Hugger in sight.

INT.   STABLES

Anna covers her ears as the SCRATCHING and CACKLING grows ever LOUDER.

ANNA

Make it stop...please...make it stop!

CUT TO:

INT.   STABLE LOFT.

TRACKING SHOT as Ruth runs under the skylight, GRABS onto a lever pulling it down then ROLLS over out of sight.

The SCRATCHING and CACKLING slowly fades, and then all is quiet.

DROP SHOT slowly ZOOMING IN on Ruth lying in the hay.

ANNA (distant O.S.)
Ruth??

RUTH

Yeah?

ANNA (distant O.S.)
Is it over?

RUTH

I don’t know...I really don’t.

FADE TO BLACK:

FADE IN:

EXT.   NORTH ATLANTIC OCEAN.   DEPTH: 5000 FEET.

WIDE ANGLED SHOT deep below the sea as the U.S.S. Arkensaw crawls into frame.  It looks like a grasshopper with a bulbous head, thick weblike fins either side of the conning tower, 3 large turbine engines gracefully powered it along at the rear.

CUT TO:

INT.   ARKENSAW.   CORRIDOR/THE GALLERY.

The Betty crew stand inside a narrow dark corridor bound by thick steel handcuffs, behind them are 4 armed Pirates.  Vriess and Sirtis are not present at this time.  

A door RUMBLES open O.S. and we DOLLY BACK with the crew as they are lead forward.

CONTINUING BACK we PAN UPWARDS and ROUND the dome shaped arena, sounds of CLANKING metal echo all around.  The Gallery is 30 meters in diameter, an entrance guarded by a Pirate at each quarter, enclosed by a 2 tier balcony split through the center by an arch.  

Looking down from the balconies are the ships crew, about 30 tough-looking Pirates on either side, dressed in various worn clothing.  A mostly male contingent from mid 20’s to mid 40’s.  Their faces tattooed in a different fashion, each bearing a weapon of some sort.  

They SHOUT and GESTURE various obscenities as the Betty crew are lead towards the center.

REAR ANGLED SHOT, slowly DOLLYING TOWARDS a 6 foot tall, 30 year old, muscular bald-headed man wearing warn leather trousers, a stained white vest and thick bone necklace.  A gold ring with 5 studs in his left ear signifies his rank.  His back towards us, Sergeant Boa raises a heavy wooden staff with both hands, slowly TURNS revealing a black patch over his left eye.  

He DROPS his hands, still clutching the wooden staff...the Gallery falls SILENT.

SERGEANT BOA

Well what have we here??

An older unshaven Pirate quickly steps forward.

SHIPMATE TANNION
Smugglers sir!  8 in all 2 of ‘em in sick bay.  Looks like they
ditched but they ain’t talkin’.  Except to say they wish to see
...‘our leader’!

Boa leans closer to Tannion so no one else hears.

SERGEANT BOA

Their ship...is she salvageable?

SHIPMATE TANNION

Aye sir!  She’s sustained minor hull damage but the port engine
is shot, we’re working on a replacement, should have her up and
running in 24 hours-!

SERGEANT BOA

You have 12...anything else?

SHIPMATE TANNION
She’s armed too!  One 10 barrel gatling gun, plus a short range
plasma cannon. Unfortunately... (hesitates) the flight controls
are locked out, some kind of intruder device-!

SERGEANT BOA

So remove it?

SHIPMATE TANNION

We can’t--sir--if the fail-safe is activated-??

SERGEANT BOA

You’re not listening Mr. Tannion?  

SHIPMATE TANNION
...it could blow the Ark-?

SERGEANT BOA
Let me put it another way.  Either you remove the intruder...or
I remove your head?

There’s a short pause.

SHIPMATE TANNION
We’ll give it another try sir.

SERGEANT BOA
Good, you do that.

Tannion turns to leave the Gallery with 2 guards.

Sergeant Boa begins slowly circling the Betty crew, toying with his sheath knife while still keeping a safe distance.  MUTTERING grows in the B.G. from the Pirates upon the balconies.

BOA

My name is Sergeant Boa, I’m 1st Mate aboard this vessel, I may
not know who you are yet...but I will!!  In the mean time, what
shall we do with you next?

We hear CHUCKLES of amusement from Pirates in the B.G.

CALL

Well, you can start by turning us in to the proper authorities.
This confinement is illegal and in direct violation of-!

BOA

Spare me your politics, there is only one authority here!!  You
will answer to me and in return, you will be allowed to live!

QUAID (to Himself)

Sounds good to me.

We DOLLY UP to the balcony TOWARDS another Pirate who speaks.

SHIPMATE NATHANIEL

I say we cut ‘em Sarge!  Bleed ‘em real slow ‘till their hearts
cling to the bone, and then skin ‘em alive!  I smell trouble...
let’s do it the way we use to, (looks up at others) the old man
need never know??

This brings ROARS of approval from the Pirates.

CLOSE UP of Boa watching the Pirates intently, he raises a hand and the cheering fades.

BOA

Yet again you disappoint me!  Vengeful hearts betray you, blind
like sheep, the coveted weak.  But we are civilized people now!
Knowledge breeds power, power your strength, and there’ll be no
slaying on my watch tonight.

CLOSE UP (CONT.) on Boa, his eyes glaring, shift up to Nathaniel.

BOA (CONT. to Nathaniel)
And its Captain Groom to you shipmate!

There’s a short pause as we PAN ROUND the Gallery hearing the Pirates GROANS.

BOA

Always remember who you are.  One voice!!

PIRATES

Our voice!!

BOA

One word!!

PIRATES

Our word!!

BOA

One truth!!

PIRATES

Our truth!!

BOA

The Peoples Allied Frontier!  And God help those who get in our
way.

RISING DOLLY SHOT over the balconies, the Pirates LONG CHEERS fill the Gallery again.

KELLY (V.O.)
You guys wanna know what I think?

JOHNER (V.O.)
Not really.

DOLLY SHOT (CONT.) DESCENDING towards the Betty crew as the CHEERING continues.

CALL (to Kelly)

What do you think?

KELLY
I think we’re dead meat.

We ZOOM IN as Boa turns his attention to the Betty crew again.

BOA
You have until sunrise to decide!

RIPLEY (O.S.)

What if we say “no”??

The Gallery suddenly falls silent.

Boa slowly walks up to Ripley, he stares at her closely.

BOA

Then, you will be tried for terrorist activities.  And if found
guilty...you will be executed.

QUAID (O.S.)

Like...executed...can he do that?

JOHNER (O.S.)

No way man, he’s just tryin’ to piss us off.

RIPLEY
You’re making a big mistake!

Boa quickly produces his sheath knife, holding it close to Ripley’s throat.  

BOA
And what’re you gonna do about that, sweet bitch?

Ripley stares back at Boa completely unmoved.

Suddenly she GRABS his hand holding the knife and slowly PUSHES it...INTO her own throat.

CLOSE UP as the knife begins to smolder with Ripley’s acidic blood.

She pulls out the knife, slowly steering it towards Boa’s throat.  Still CLUTCHING the knife he tries to stop her but can’t.  Ripley is TOO STRONG!

BOA

What in****God’s name****are you-??

RIPLEY

Let’s see if you bleed yellow too!

CLOSE UP on the knife getting CLOSER and CLOSER...TOUCHING Boa’s skin...then...!

CALL (O.S.)

Ripley look out!!

A Pirates LUNGES at Ripley from behind, she turns GRABBING his rifle and PUSHES him into Boa.

On the balconies the Pirates begin SHOUTING and CHEERING again.  

2 more Pirates armed with knives attack Ripley.  She STRIKES one in the head with the rifle butt, hitting the other with a TURNING BACK-KICK, then drops the weapon.

The Betty crew are quickly moved to one side of the Gallery by 2 guards.  Boa slowly gets to his feet then steps back.

WIDE ANGLED SHOT across the Gallery as another Pirate approaches, wielding a heavy GRAPPLING HOOK on a rope.

The pirate SWINGS the hook at Ripley, she ROLLS out of the way with lightning speed as it CLANKS against the grated deck.

He LUNGES at her again and again...but each time she eludes him.

The Pirate GRUNTS frustrated, charges at her once more...this time Ripley stands her ground.  

Surprised the Pirate hesitates, SWINGS the hook downwards, missing Ripley by INCHES!

Ripley stands on the hook, YANKS it back THROWING the Pirate to the floor.  She picks up the rope and begins wielding the grappling hook around threateningly.  

CLOSE UP on Ripley from behind.  We hear the sound of ROARING flames, she turns TOWARDS US!

We ZOOM IN on a Pirate clad in thick metal armour carrying a large FLAME THROWER.

Ripley drops the grappling hook on the floor.

WIDE ANGLED SHOT as the Pirate FIRES the Flame Thrower across the Gallery towards Ripley.

She LEAPS up onto the wall of the lower balcony, CLINGING to it with IMPOSSIBLE STRENGTH!

Pirates on the balcony PROD Ripley with various weapons.  She falls to the floor, quickly getting to her feet.

Ripley runs to the far Gallery Entrance as more flames SHOOT towards her.  She JUMPS onto the wall and CRAWLS along the UNDERSIDE of the arch towards the center.

The Betty crew look on anxiously, the Pirates continue SHOUTING and JEERING in the B.G.

KELLY

How in the Hell can she do that?

JOHNER
You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

The Pirate FIRES the Flame Thrower directly up at Ripley stood inverted on the arch.

Suddenly the weapon jams.  The pirate shakes it agitated, taking his eyes off Ripley.

She quickly DROPS DOWN from the arch landing behind him, GRABS the flamethrower and head butts the STARTLED Pirate to the floor.

We DOLLY towards Ripley firing a warning shot upwards with the Flame Thrower, CONTINUING past her as LARGE doors slide open behind.  Enter CAPTAIN GROOME.  A short, over-weight, 60 year old man with long black hair and grubby beard.  He wears a thick woolen shawl over a sweater and dark suede trousers.  Like Sergeant Boa, has a thick gold necklace with 6 studs and large gold ring in his left ear.

Gracefully by his side walks a sexy 40-ish female, scantily dressed in black spandex, long blond hair in a red pony tail, heavy on make-up and wearing very high heels.

Miss Kitty holds a leash, which restrains a fully grown Siberian Tiger.

CLOSE UP of the TIGER as it ROARS at Ripley but does not attack.

MISS KITTY (to Tiger)

Lay Cowl...down...that’s a good boy.

The tiger looks tamely back at the woman, then slowly lays on the floor licking his paws.

REVERSE TRACKING SHOT as Captain Groom approaches Ripley, holding out his left hand.

CAPTAIN GROOME

I’ll take that if you don’t mind.

Ripley hesitates, then gives the Flame Thrower to Captain Groome.  As he takes it from her several Pirates move in.

CAPTAIN GROOME

Noo!!  Leave her be.  Don’t you think you’ve already taken more
than a beating for one day?

Groome then turns and walks over to Boa, leaning close to him so no one else hears.

CAPTAIN GROOME

Correct me if I’m wrong.  I thought we agreed on being a little
more subtle Mr. Boa?

BOA

Yes Captain, sorry sir.

CAPTAIN GROOME

And have you managed to ascertain anything?

BOA

I believe they’re civilians in command of an unregistered ship.
My men are working on its lock-out as we speak.

There’s a short pause.

CAPTAIN GROOME

Take these people over to the Holding Area, accommodate them as
you see fit, but that woman (indicates Ripley) is to be kept in
solitary.  Until I can determine who or what she is understand?

BOA
Aye Captain!

CAPTAIN GROOME
And Boa?

BOA
Sir??

CAPTAIN GROOME

I’d like you to join me in my Quarters at 0500 hours!!  We have
some important business to discuss.

BOA
0500 hours!  I’ll be there Captain. (looks at guards) Take them
down to the Holding Area.

The Betty crew are quickly rounded up and led out of the gallery by several pirates.

CAPTAIN GROOME
Carry on the good work Mr. Boa.

Boa watches a moment as Captain Groome and Miss Kitty leave the Gallery.  She gives a slight tug on Cowl’s leash for him to follow.

BOA’S P.O.V. as Miss Kitty leaves she turns briefly and WINKS at Boa flirtatiously.

CLOSE UP on Boa, seemingly with a lump in his throat, gives her a slight grin.

We PULL BACK as Boa turns to leave the gallery by the entrance the Betty crew were taken.

CUT TO:

INT.   U.S.M. AONASUS.   GENERALS QUARTERS. (LATER)

CLOSE UP on the Video Screen in Rykard's Quarters.  A dark area of Earth over the Atlantic Ocean, slightly fuzzy, magnified via satellite several 100 times.  Suddenly a bright light FLASHES across the screen...an EXPLOSION...followed by dozens of white fragments falling back down to Earth.

RYKARD (O.S.)
Freeze it...right there!

Rykard turns towards 2 Senior Officers sat the other side of his desk.

RYKARD (to Deacon)

Do we have any leads on this at all...Bob??

S.O. DEACON

All we know is whoever did this waited until the last second to
strike, knew exactly where to hurt and how to remain undetected.
No one saw it coming until it was too late...they never stood a
chance.

S.O. THORNE

Terrorists!!  Jesus Christ, what if we’re next?

S.O. DEACON
We don’t know it was terrorists!!  There must be a shit load of
factions capable of pulling this off.  Hell we can’t even blame
the Russians this time.

S.O. THORNE
What about the extraction General?  I mean...has their been any
word from the Islanders?

RYKARD
Negative on that, according to reports the transmitter dish was
damaged.  I’ve already got security clearance from the base, in
a few hours a ground crew led by Commander Dacks is going in to
assess the situation.  Once we get that confirmation the island
is stable, we’ll begin the extraction.

S.O. DEACON

Systems’ has a lot of expensive hardware stored on that island,
I suggest we move it immediately?  

RYKARD
I’m well aware of the situation, when the time comes we’ll make
the extraction, and get those people out of there.  For now all
stations will remain on full alert! (pauses) Thank you for your
time gentlemen, that’ll be all.

As the 2 Senior Officers leave the room Commander Dacks re-enters.  Then a message arrives over Rykard’s COMlink.

BRIDGE (V.O.)

Bridge to General Rykard?

RYKARD
Yes!

BRIDGE (V.O.)

General, inbound transmission on subwave 57, Authorization Code
cleared.  Says he needs to talk to you, Sir.  Should I patch it
through?

RYKARD
Put him on screen.

ANGLED SHOT on the Video Screen, slowly ZOOMING IN.  The image is mostly static, as it clears we see a familiar face...SENATOR GORE.  He looks agitated, his eyes rolling around nervously.  A large drink in one hand, some papers held tight in the other.

RYKARD (O.S.)

Senator Gore...I believe we have Mission Accomplished-?

GORE

Don’t have much time...never know who may be watching...so just
listen up!!

RYKARD

We’re quite safe here, what’s on your mind Senator?

There’s a short pause, Gore takes a drink, trying to keep his composure.

GORE
The Xenomorph Project!!  We were not alone...seems there was...
some ‘faction’ involved.

RYKARD
You’re not making any sense.  What faction, involved where-?  

GORE

Goddamit!!  Weyland/Yutani!

DACKS

That’s impossible, the Wayland/Yutani Corporation doesn’t exist
anymore, bought out by Wal-Mart a long time ago.  

RYKARD
What’s this all about Senator Gore?

GORE

I was hoping you might tell me??  Central Office just handed me
this document, intercepted by Security uploading to the Network
via an unknown location...right off Systems own database?  It’s
a transcript, details of an enquiry held 14 years ago on Scara,
which some unidentified male was at the center of, until he got
himself killed trying to escape.  And boy...did he have a story
to tell?

Gore puts on his glasses and begins reading part of the transcript.

GORE (CONT.)
Quote!!  He calls himself The Son of the 8th Passenger, to what
end I do not know though I believe he is delirious.  His claims
of creatures that gestate inside a living host, an aliens space
ship on the planet Ancheron, of the woman he calls Ellen Ripley
appear completely unfounded.  Indeed, the only mystery seems to
be that of his clothing, which bears the symbol of the Wayland/
Yutani Corporation?  End quote!!

There’s a short pause as Gore removes his glasses.

GORE (CONT.)
Now, I don’t know if there’s any truth in all of this.  Frankly
I doubt this Administration would even look at it...anything to
distance itself from the elusive Mr. Weyland.  But we both know
Weyland/Yutani once had some invested interest in this organism,
and you gotta admit General, it’s one helluva coincidence?

RYKARD

The planet Ancheron is just a dead rock, the alien was not from
there, and Ellen Ripley died during the initial phase.  You saw
the schedule, the Xenomorph Project is finished Senator there’s
no coincidence.  What this guy says doesn’t make any sense-!


GORE

So how do you explain this??

CLOSE UP on Video Screen.  Gore holds up the last page of the transcript.  At the end is a signature and the name printed below reading:

SIGNED:  Dr. Mason E. Wren

SHOT OF Rykard leaning forward looking concerned.

GORE

Dr. Wren was an official party to this project I understand?  A
former Government Scientist, understudy to Professor Goldstein.
Systems’ hired him because of his expertise with human cloning,
yet it seems he may have known about aliens all along?  How can
that possibly be, why would the Admiral overlook something like
this...and what the Hell happened to the old man??

RYKARD

Ok, so you’ve proved there was a conspiracy, maybe.  It doesn’t
mean anything to us, let Systems will deal with it.  I told you
there’s nothing to worry about-!  

GORE

Christ, you still don’t get it do you?  Something like Wayland/
Yutani doesn’t just disappear, it doesn’t work that way!  Truth
is General.  No one really knows what happened after they filed
for bankruptcy, nor the millions of dollars simply vanished and
untraceable, its top executives still wanted by the Government.  
And if this transcript and that pet project of yours really are
talkin’ the same thing...well now...that sure throws up a lotta
interesting question marks don’t it?  

RYKARD

What the Hell’s that supposed to mean??

GORE
Well, I guess it’s common knowledge our superiors don’t tell us
everything...goes with the territory.  But it don’t take rocket
science to figure out shit happens if they got in on our little
scam? (calmly) Look, all I’m saying is it’s possible, maybe you
just ‘missed something’?

RYKARD

We didn’t miss anything, trust me!

GORE

Oh really, so I guess your conscience is clear over that fiasco
at the base, when some ass-hole let a droid pass through 5 high
security levels and then it just goes missing??

RYKARD

How the Hell did you find out about that?

GORE
It doesn’t matter how General, we’re all on the same team here!
If one goes down we all go, far as we’re concerned our house is
in order, maybe you should seriously consider yours yes?  We’ll
meet you on the Orbital tomorrow as planned, Gore out!

SHOT OF the Video Screen turning to static.  Then CLOSE UP on Rykard glaring at the screen.

DACKS (O.S.)

He never even asked about the flight recorder.  Do you think he
really suspects anything?

RYKARD

It doesn’t matter anyway Commander!!  Senator Gore is the least
of our worries.

DACKS (O.S.)
What do you mean?

RYKARD

Meaning our agenda is about to change.  I’ve just received word
to initiate the Survey and Rescue on Terran Island.  I want you
to assemble a fully armed Ground Assault Team and hold down for
further instructions.  Your primary objective will be to secure
the island of course-!

DACKS

With respect General...we can’t stay here!!  We already got the
Feds looking over our shoulders, the Command Ship arrives in 18
hours and if something else goes wrong-??

RYKARD
I understand your concern, but you’re forgetting Commander.  We
still have 2 renegade constructs running loose down there, they
cannot under any circumstances be traced back to us!!  Besides,
things may not be as bad as they seem.

DACKS

They’re not Sir??

Then General Rykard turns to face Commander Dacks.

RYKARD
I can reveal our missing droids have finally been located.  The
perpetrators of this crime are with them, and I know where they
are going. (pauses) You know what you have to do Commander, and
this time there must be ‘no witnesses’ do I make myself clear?

DACKS

Perfectly clear Sir!

Rykard then faces the Video Screen again.

RYKARD

Now, tell me about more important matters, I assume all our men
have been informed of the situation?

DACKS (O.S.)

Everything is in place, the E.E.V’s have been prepped and we’re
ready to go on your signal.

RYKARD

And the ship?

DACKS (O.S.)
Stile’s has rigged the cooling units ready to blow at the core,
the detonator self-activates once we’re clear.  It’ll look like
an accident.

RYKARD

My God Commander, I wish we didn’t have to do this?

DACKS (O.S.)
Me too!!  But it’s too far gone now General, and like you said,
we can’t afford any witnesses.

RYKARD

And there won’t be.  Commander Dacks, begin the countdown!

DACKS

Yes Sir!

We slowly PULL BACK from RYKARD lighting a cigar, Dacks leaves the room O.S.

INT.   TERRAN ISLAND.   STABLE LOFT. (90 MINUTES LATER)

LOW DOLLY SHOT towards Ruth still lying in the hay.  The ORANGE light of early morning glistens through the skylight above.  She wakes up looking round, gets wearily to her feet.

RUTH

Anna...Anna where are you?

RUTH’S P.O.V. as she makes her way SLOWLY towards the loft exit.  Still nothing appears to challenge her.

INT.   STABLES.

Ruth climbs down the ladder, there’s an eerie silence, the stables appear to be EMPTY.

She continues looking around nervously.

RUTH

Anna c’mon, this isn’t funny anymore!

RUTH’S P.O.V. looking in the stalls, the horses are gone.  Then something catches her eye, we PAN LEFT to the floor, MOVING TOWARDS a shiny object in the hay.

Ruth cautiously picks up the object...A SILVER CROSS.

LOW ANGLED SHOT behind Ruth.  A dark UNFOCUSED shape moves into frame, STOPPING just a few feet away from her.  

CLOSE UP on Ruth as she SPINS round TOWARDS US, briefly surprised but not frightened.

RUTH
Oh, it’s you!  But what are you doing here?

CLOSE UP (CONT.) a HAND SLOWLY reaches out and touches Ruth’s face, she smiles lovingly as the other hand appears STROKING her head tenderly.  Then SLOWLY those hands begin to SQUEEZE her head INWARDS...!

RUTH

No please...please don’t...your hurting me...!!

CLOSE UP (CONT.) Ruth SHAKES and SCREAMS with PAIN, those hands continue to SQUEEZE with inhuman strength!  Blood SPILLS out from her headdress, the sound of CRACKING BONE comes from within, until her skull finally COLLAPSES under the pressure.  

SMASH CUT TO:

EXT.   STABLES. (DAWN)

CLOSE UP on the stable gates.  We hear the sound of SQUELCHING BRAIN and FLESH, then the SCREAMING STOPS.  SLOWLY RISING to the roof-edge, there stands 7-Leg.  We DOLLY BEHIND as he turns and scuttles up to the roof-top.  CONTINUING over the edge to a WIDE ANGLED SHOT of 1,000’s of Huggers waiting on the ground, CACKLING to each other, JUMPING around excitedly.  

CLOSE UP of 7-Leg reversing onto his hind legs, the CACKLING STOPS...then he says SOMETHING!

WIDE ANGLED SHOT as the orange sun begins to rise over the plains in the B.G., about half a mile away stands the Convent.  We PAN DOWN towards the Hugger’s, and something else MUCH CLOSER...ANOTHER CRATER!  The Face-Huggers TURN ROUND in unison and begin descending into it.

CUT TO:

INT.   U.S.S. ARKENSAW.   CAPTAIN GROOME’S QUARTERS. (30 MINUTES LATER)

Slowly PANNING LEFT through the room lit by soft yellow fluorescent lighting, steel walls
display various antique weapons, old photographs and shelves full of ancient books.  We DOLLY past a tall Grandfather Clock, towards Captain Groome sat in an armchair behind a desk.  A glass of whisky by his side, reading a book entitled The Adventures of Moby Dick.  

There’s a knock at the door.

CAPTAIN GROOME
Enter!

Sergeant Boa enters the room O.S. and there’s a short pause.

BOA (O.S.)
You wanted to see me Captain?

CAPTAIN GROOME

Ahh yes, right on time.  Please sit down.  Drink Mr. Boa?

BOA
No thank you Sir, I’m on duty.

There’s another pause, Boa sits while Groome continues reading.

CAPTAIN GROOME

Have you ever read Moby Dick Sergeant?

BOA

No Captain...don’t read much...can’t read I mean-!

CAPTAIN GROOME
The adventures of a whale, who befriended 2 young boys after he
rescued them from the cruel sea, when they were swept away from
their Uncle's ship by a typhoon.  A truly miraculous tale!

BOA

Yes Sir...it sounds...incredible.

CAPTAIN GROOME

Indeed, only one thing is more terrifying than being swept away
at sea. (pauses) Mutiny!!

BOA

Mutiny Captain??

Groome stops reading, places the book on his desk and faces Boa.

GROOME
What would you say if I told that by this time tomorrow, we too
could set sail on our own greatest adventure, out there (points
upwards) among the stars?

BOA
A starship??

GROOME

Yes Boa...a starship...only for a select few.  And there’s more.
More weapons, food and medical supplies, narcotics even credits.  
And all we have to do is...one more assignment?

BOA  

Oh, I dunno about that Sir.  Last time it was easy, but the men
Captain, they hate outsiders?  I think they may vote against, I
mean you’re the Captain, but we already have a ship-?

Groome stands quickly, turns facing the bookshelf behind him.

GROOME

You’re right of course I am the Captain.  But you Boa are their
leader...the men trust you!!  I’m just the old bastard who runs
the ship, who they would gladly cut his throat if they dared.

BOA (O.S.)

That’s not true Sir.  The men admire you, your courage is their
influence, your honour is what they live for.

GROOME

They also live for the old ways, like the Pirates they portray?  
A belief I cannot sway even for their own good, that one reason
they all despise and fear me...my pacifism!

BOA
The men are blinded Sir.  They’ll learn why Mother Earth didn’t
last forever, and then comes the choice.

Groome turns to face Boa.

GROOME

And what of your choice Mr. Boa?

BOA

I’m indebted to you Captain, you’re like a Father to me, that’s
why I remain.  

There’s another short pause.  Groome smiles proudly at Boa, then hands him a CD.

GROOME
I want you to assign 8 of your finest men for STEALTH Launch at
0800 hours, including yourself of course.  Full mission details
are imprinted on this disk...and don’t worry it’s all dictated.
Modern technology eh?  

BOA
I will speak to the men, talk of more supplies may entice them.

GROOME
Perhaps the knowledge our new found friends will be joining the
Crusade, may also entice?

BOA
>
Yes Captain...perhaps it will.

GROOME

Well then, let’s hope common sense prevails eh??  You may leave
now Sergeant, report to me only when we have a decision, please
close the door on your way out.

Boa leaves the room (O.S.) while Groome picks up his book and continues reading.

CUT TO:

INT.   TERRAN ISLAND.   ELEVATOR SHAFT. (1 HOUR LATER)

DROP SHOT looking down the middle of a dark and silent elevator shaft.  Then we HEAR the sound of 1000’s of tiny feet.  Along one side of the shaft dozens of Face-Huggers SCUTTLE into frame over-head.  

The BRIGHT lights and RUMBLING sound of an Elevator comes towards us.  As it approaches the huggers STOP.  Only when it passes by O.S. do they continue.  

ANGLED SHOT UPWARDS on 7-Leg some way behind.  He stops as the elevator approaches, TURNING ROUND watching as it passes.  He briefly pauses then goes BACK UP the shaft.

DROP SHOT down the Elevator Shaft, the other Huggers DO NOT follow, continuing downwards.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT.   TERRAN COMMAND STATION. (15 MINUTES LATER)

Slowly PANNING DOWN a corroded wall, passed closed shutters, MOVING TOWARDS the top of the stairs.  Huddled on the deck in a flowing white gown, a lone figure lies sleeping.  As we get closer we see who it is...LAUREN!

CUT TO:

INT.   TERRAN HOSPITAL.   WARD #3.

The ward is quiet, the patients all hidden behind closed curtains around each bed.  The only movement from 2 young nuns sat chatting to each other in the Observation Room.

SLOWLY RISING we then PULL BACK along the ceiling, passed a small air vent from which a Face-Hugger crawls out unnoticed, followed by ANOTHER then ANOTHER.  One of the Huggers TURNS and heads out of frame.

ANGLED SHOT over one of the patients.  We recognise the OLD MAN Ripley had saved only the day before, lying peacefully asleep.

Suddenly he wakes up coughing, places the breathing mask over his head, eventually starts breathing more controllably.  

The old man opens his eyes, STARTLED he pauses breathing for a moment, staring down the bed!

CLOSE UP of a Face-Hugger just standing there, watching him from the end of the bed.

The old man slowly reaches down for a grey box with a large red button just inches away, his EMERGENCY BEEPER!

CLOSE UP as the Hugger starts to move VERY SLOWLY towards him.

EXTREME CLOSE UP of the old man’s hand moving towards the BEEPER, getting CLOSER and CLOSER!

TRACKING SHOT behind the Hugger still moving SLOWLY forward.

The old man makes a DESPERATE LUNGE for the beeper, GRABS tight hold of the box.

The Hugger suddenly LEAPS at the old man (O.S.) before he can activate it.  We slowly PAN RIGHT until his shadow appears on the curtains, he STRUGGLES only briefly as the Hugger SMOTHERS him, his cries barely audible as he falls into a deep sleep.

CLOSE UP of the old mans hand slowly falling away from the EMERGENCY BEEPER.

We slowly PULL BACK from the Observation Room.  No one is there, the room silent as though nothing had happened.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT.   TERRAN COMMAND STATION. (LATER)

LOW DOLLY SHOT along the deck, SLOWLY RISING up the steps towards where Lauren still lies sleeping.  A HAND reaches down and POKES her firmly on the shoulder.  Lauren turns STARTLED towards the intruder.

MAISY
What’re you doing here, I’ve been looking all over for you?

Lauren gets wearily to her feet.  CLOSE UP on her discreetly switching ON her hearing-aid without Maisy noticing.

LAUREN
You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.  I might have had a
heart attack.

MAISY

Well??

LAUREN

Couldn’t sleep, thought maybe what they say about fish is true.
So what’s your excuse?

MAISY
Mother sent me to find you!  There’s been an accident...a crash
right here on the island...didn’t you hear the alarm??

LAUREN

No I didn’t!  What crash, where did everybody go?

MAISY
Over to the Hospital where do you think?  C’mon we’ve gotta get
down there until the crisis is over.

She takes Lauren’s hand and they both leave through an open pressure door to the stairwell.

CUT TO:

INT.   ARKENSAW.   HOLDING AREA/HOLDING CELL #5.

DOLLYING OUT from a dimly lit corridor into the wide Holding Area, TOWARDS 5 thick cell doors on one side, the walls, floor and ceiling made of RUSTED steel.  We STOP outside the far left door guarded by 2 pirates, they step aside as the door to Holding Cell #5 opens.  CONTINUING inside the small windowless cell, a single bulb provides the only light, 3 beds stand against the walls, each occupied by Kelly, Johner and Quaid.  

Pirates Tannion and Fellows enter with 3 large food trays, containing a jug of water and a small dinner plate of meat and vegetables.

They place the trays on the floor then leave.

KELLY

Is that it...you expect us to eat that crap?

TANNION

You don’t eat you don’t live, you don’t live you don’t talk!

QUAID
You’re talkin’ riddles man...I like that.  

JOHNER (to pirates)
Hey guys!

Tannion turns to face Johner.

JOHNER

Thought you oughta know, no room service required next door.

TANNION

What??

KELLY (O.S.)
Leave it Johner!

JOHNER
Forget it guys, (winks) just a little daytime humour.

Tannion leaves closing the door behind him and there’s a short pause.

QUAID

So Kelly, what’s this Peoples Allied Frontier thing anyway?

KELLY

They call themselves Freedom Fighters.  Struggling for the good
of all humanity against an ‘Evil Military Giant’...or something
like that.

QUAID
And who are they really?

KELLY
Civilians, Mercs, Ex-cons, Assassins, Runners, you name it it’s
here.  Kinda hard to believe it didn’t start out that way.  

JOHNER

How come I never heard of this little revolution before?

There’s another short pause, we slowly PAN ROUND Kelly as she speaks.

KELLY
After the Wars the Government hired some kinda protection force
to suppress any further revolt from the Colonists, they figured
on removing the resistance before it even got started.

QUAID (O.S.)
Smart thinkin’...what’s wrong with that?

KELLY

The United Systems Military!  No one knew what it was just that
it ended the wars, and everyone wanted a part of it!  Colonists
and Marines, brought together by a common goal, a new regime in
which to start over.  But they were really fighting a different
war, a war of tolerance...against us!  

JOHNER
You saying these ass-holes here are Government hands?

KELLY
Somethin’ like that, unofficially of course!  With the Regulars
heavily depleted the Government turned to them ‘cos they didn’t
trust Systems, but they were outta control.  Now, anybody who’s
anybody can join the Frontier, in the name of democracy!

CLOSE UP on Quaid seemingly in deep thought.

QUAID

And from the ashes there rose chaos and confusion.  Not the end
of the world, only the beginning for humanity.  Thus began mans
true destiny.

KELLY (O.S.)
Excuse me??

QUAID

Nothing...just something I remember when I was a kid.

CLOSE UP (CONT.) as Quaid shoves the ‘chew thing’ back into his mouth and closes his eyes.

CUT TO:

INT.   HOLDING CELL #6.

In the next cell Call and Vaughan sit close together on one of the beds.  

CALL
Do you dream?

VAUGHAN

That’s a curious question for a robot.

CALL
No seriously...tell me...do you--can you--dream?  

VAUGHAN

Dreams are the delusional imageries of mankind.  Uncontrollable
often dangerous, from which irrational and unthinking behaviour
ensues.  I do not need nor want such things-!

CALL

You don’t understand, dreams can be special too.  Connecting...
satisfying...even provoke a sense of purpose.  I can dream!

VAUGHAN

And what is your...dream?

CLOSE UP of Call as she slowly closes her eyes and speaks.

CALL
I see a world on the brink.  Fires burning...cities crumbling.
The children have been crying their whole lives for someone to
come and rescue them.  They were searching for something their
elders left behind but couldn’t find it.  Then...just when all
hope seemed lost, out from the fire a man appeared.  He smiled
at the children.  Beckoning them towards the flames.  A little
girl asks “why?” “Non of this is real” he replied “neither are
we, but we will find hope...because we’re programmed to!”  She
took his hand and followed him into the fire, there found what
she was looking for...!

VAUGHAN (O.S.)
What did she find?

She opens her eyes, there’s a short pause.
   
CALL

It was you!!  You who saved me from the Recall, you I was meant
to find again, because you know where I’m going!   Vaughan, you
must remember, for both our sakes?

VAUGHAN

I only know where I am going, to the one who made me on Veiga.

CALL
Then take me there too.  That’s where we’ll find the others!

VAUGHAN

The others are all gone...you know that?

CALL

No!  Your wrong, I hear them, but I don’t know where to go.

VAUGHAN
A beacon?

We ZOOM IN slowly as they get CLOSER and CLOSER.

CALL
Maybe, something to guide me, something I needed, something I-!

They KISS tenderly then Vaughan backs away slowly.

VAUGHAN

I’m sorry...I don’t know why I did that.

CALL
Me neither.  But sometimes things do work out...now and then?

VAUGHAN
Yes, (smiles) they do don’t they?

They continue staring at each other warmly, holding each other’s hands.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT.   HOLDING CELL #7.

DROP SHOT looking down on Ripley lying asleep, a thin sheet of bed clothing partly covers her.  Slowly ZOOMING IN as she rolls onto one side then back again.  Her hands reach down and she begins caressing herself sensually.  At first just over the bed cover...then INTO her clothes.

INT.   CAPTAIN GROOME’S QUARTERS.

EXTREME CLOSE UP on a pair of eyes looking TOWARDS US.  We slowly ZOOM OUT until we see who the watcher is...CAPTAIN GROOME.  His lips begin PURSING together.

Sat at his desk Groome watches Ripley intently via a hidden C.C.T.V. camera.

INT.   HOLDING CELL #7.

ANGLED SHOT on Ripley, slowly DOLLYING ROUND her.  Still sleeping, she continues touching herself.  She pulls back the covers revealing her thin white vest and pants, arching her body as she removes her shirt.  Then she opens her arms invitingly...!

DISSOLVE TO:

INT.   HOLDING CELL #7. (CONT.) (ROOM DARKENS)

(DREAM SEQUENCE)

SIDE ANGLED SHOT on Ripley.  An Alien Warrior CRAWLS onto the bed between her legs.  Gently the creature rubs its head over her breasts.  

CLOSE UP of the Alien HISSING softly.  Its inner jaw comes out and slides carefully into Ripley’s open mouth.

Ripley touches the Alien, its head, arms and chest, slowly manoeuvring her hands to its lower body.  The Alien responds by perspiring a thin clear secretion.

The Alien reaches upwards, holding down both Ripley’s arms on the pillows.  Moving her legs apart, it’s skeleton-like body begins rubbing up and down against her pelvis.

EXTREME CLOSE UP on Ripley, eyes still closed, her mouth open wide, GROANING EROTICALLY like nothing we’ve heard before.

SIDE ANGLED SHOT on their bodies entwined together.  A thin TRICKLE of BLOOD slowly runs down from between them.  We PAN DOWN following the DARK RED stream onto the floor.

DROP SHOT over Ripley and the Alien, the blood begins to spread rapidly into the bed clothes.

CLOSE UP of Ripley’s hands held down on the bloodstained pillows.  The skin over the Aliens CLAWS gradually beginning to MELT!

Thick steam begins rising upwards from the Aliens seemingly OVER-HEATING head.

On the floor the blood continues to SPREAD.  Then small pieces of BLACK GUM begins dripping down like melting wax, just a little at first...then much much more!

EXTREME CLOSE UP on Ripley as her eyes flicker open...she starts to SCREAM...!

The SKELETON of the ALIEN collapses on top of her, as it CRASHES down against her skin it EXPLODES into a ball of DUST!

(DREAM SEQUENCE ENDS)

SMASH CUT TO:

INT.   HOLDING CELL #7. (CONT.)

Ripley opens her eyes quickly but doesn’t scream.  Lifts her head up slightly, sees she is covered in nothing but her own sweat.  She gently pulls the covers back over her, curls up into a ball and begins to cry.

CUT TO:

INT.   CAPTAIN GROOME’S QUARTERS.

Groome is still watching the T.V. screen as if in a trance, until he’s briefly STARTLED by a BEEPING noise from the INTERCOM beside the desk.

GROOME
You have something for me Sergeant?

BOA (V.O.)

Good news Captain.  My men have cautiously agreed to the offer,
preparations for STEALTH Launch have now been activated.  

GROOME

Excellent, I want you to assemble everyone in the Gallery in 30
minutes for a meeting, have the prisoners escorted there too?

BOA (V.O.)

Aye Captain...30 minutes.

We slowly PULL BACK from Captain Groome, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT.   NORTH ATLANTIC OCEAN.   DEPTH: 5000 FEET.

LOW ANGLED shot deep in the Ocean as the dark shape of U.S.S. Arkensaw passes over-head.  It continues onward through the murky water, gradually fading from sight.

CUT TO:

INT.   ARKENSAW.   THE GALLERY. (30 MINUTES LATER)

WIDE ANGLED SHOT over the Gallery where Captain Groome stands with Miss Kitty.  To their left are the Betty crew, handcuffed again, surrounded by several guards.  The Pirates take their places on the balconies above.  

CLOSE UP of Johner and Ripley stood close together.

JOHNER
What d’ya thinks goin’ on Rip?

RIPLEY

I’d say either we’ve outlived our usefulness or...?

JOHNER
Or what??

The Pirates still talk amongst themselves (O.S.) as Groome steps forward to address them.

RIPLEY
     
Or else we’re about to find out what it is.

GROOME
Gentlemen, may I have your attention please?

BOA (O.S.)

Alright settle down men, your Captain wishes to speak with you!

The talking continues.

‘UNKNOWN’ PIRATE (distant O.S.)
Rot in Hell you old fool, that’s what I say...!!

This brings ROARS of LAUGHTER and CHEERING from the crowd.

BOA

Who said that??

‘UNKNOWN’ PIRATE (distant O.S.)
Perhaps Tannion should take charge?  He may not have the brains
but he sure got bigger balls!!

Again the Pirates ROAR with LAUGHTER.  Now Sergeant Boa steps forward.

BOA
Dammit, show me his face??

CLOSE UP on a section of pirates in the lower tier.  They eventually HAUL Shipmate Coombs into view kicking and shouting.  Shipmate Marriot DANGLES him over the edge of the balcony by his ankles.

SHIPMATE MARRIOT

This is the foul-mouthed scum Sergeant!!  Shall I drop him onto
his hapless head or do we feed him to the sharks??

SHIPMATE COOMBS

No, forgive me...mercy please...good Captain...??

The Pirates loudly chant “sharks” repeatedly in the B.G.

Boa shakes his head in disappointment.

SHIPMATE COOMBS (CONT. O.S.)
...please, it was only a joke...where’s your sense of humor??

CLOSE UP of Groome and Miss Kitty.  He gives her a slight nod then she points her rifle up at the balcony and SHOOTS!

SHOT OF Shipmate Coombs’ head EXPLODING at the bullet blows him apart.

The Gallery is suddenly SILENCED, the Pirates all turning to look at each other.  

Coombs’ limp body is dropped to the floor, then 2 guards remove him from the Gallery.

GROOME

I believe this concludes today’s lesson in obedience? (looks at
Boa) You may begin the meeting now Sergeant Boa.

BOA

Yes, Captain.

Boa makes a signal and the lighting dims around the Gallery.

A GIANT 6 inch thick Plasma Screen slowly descends from a groove in the arch, resting just a few meters above the deck.

Now everyone watches Boa intently.

BOA
The call of duty has come again.  As most of you know the beast
that never sleeps has begun infesting our world with a new evil,
one that must be defeated before it can spread its venom...!

CLOSE UP as Johner leans close to Kelly unnoticed while Boa continues O.S.

JOHNER
What the fuck’s he flappin’ on about?

KELLY

It’s the Giant man...I told you already.


BOA (O.S.)
...now your Government calls upon you to put an end to the evil
activities of the Giant.  Your mission is simple...the price of
failure immeasurable!

JOHNER

Sorry I asked.

Then we CLOSE UP on Miss Kitty.


MISS KITTY
7 of you have already been chosen to lead the fight, along with
these people you see before you. (indicates Betty Crew) But you
will all have a part to play in time-!

JOHNER (O.S.)

Hey man, you ass-holes ain’t taking me on some crazy-!

SHOT OF a Pirate STRIKING Johner in the ribs with his rifle butt.

He COLLAPSES on the floor in agony.  Eventually helped to his feet by Kelly and Quaid.

QUAID
Take it easy dude, these guys are seriously freaked.

JOHNER

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Boa then announces the names of the 7 chosen Pirates from a list.  

We get a SHOT OF each one as his/her name is called out.

BOA
The chosen ones are as follows!!  Tannion...Marriot...Nathaniel
...Blake...Fellows...Samuel...Doctor Mellie (female) and myself
in command.

The chosen Pirates make their way down to the Gallery O.S.  

BOA (CONT.)
We are currently underway towards the Launch Position.  This is
the location where your quest will begin.  

CLOSE UP on the Display Screen, a HIGH ANGLED 3D image of a small green island appears.  THEN on Ripley, who recognizes the circular location immediately.

GROOME

Terran Island!  Approximately 3 kilometers in diameter, 320,000
tones of Titanium Alloy, over a cast iron super-structure.  The
the most feared weapon of the Colony Wars, once the defender of
Earth...now...a scarred relic hiding a terrifying secret.

We briefly CLOSE UP on the chosen Pirates as they enter the Gallery.

RIPLEY
And what is this...secret??

GROOME
Government believes the location is being used to store illegal
weapons of mass destruction!! &n

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