Series E (winning track) - - Blackmane System - - Confed base under siege, and the Confed war effort still on the defensive . . .
FLIGHT DECK - FLINT, COBRA -> E1FDKFL
NOTE TO ORIGIN: This scene follows directly on the heels of scene(s) in the previous series, in “real time.” The standard “warping out” may be out place.
Scene A50
FLINT’S STANDING NEAR HER SHIP, SHAKEN UP AND WIPING A FEW TEARS FROM HER EYES.
IF Mission D3 success (Blair saved Flint):
FLINT
You might have died out there, chasing after me.
BLAIR
(beat)
I might have.
FLINT
I guess the Captain ordered you - -
BLAIR
No
(beat)
That was my call to make.
FLINT
Well, I guess I should be impressed.
(beat)
I’m sorry, I’m not very good at saying thank you.
BLAIR
You’re welcome.
FLINT
I want you to understand - - IF Mission D3 failure OR Mission D3 not flown (Cobra saved Flint):
COBRA HAS HER ARM AROUND FLINT’S SHOULDERS.
COBRA
You sure you’re okay?
FLINT
Yeah. I’m sorry you had to come
after me . . . *
COBRA
Forget it. Sometimes I feel the same way. I’d like to kill every one of those Kilrathis my own self. Take care of yourself girl.
COBRA WALKS AWAY. FLINT LOOKS AT BLAIR.
BLAIR
(beat)
Cobra’s a helluva fighter . . .
FLINT
(beat)
She risked too much.
BLAIR NODS IN AGREEMENT.
BLAIR
We don’t fly suicide missions. We fight this war to live, not to die.
-> (beat)
You’ve got to fly with your head, Flint. Not your heart.
FLINT
You’ve never done that, sir? Fly with your heart?
BLAIR
The day I do that, I expect a stiff dressing-down, mister. That’s an order.
FLINT LOOKS DOWN, TRYING TO HIDE HER FEELINGS OF SHAME.
FLINT
Sir? My father didn’t read his children bedtime stories. He read to us from the regs manuals. I know there are certain actions necessary . . .
Flint’s morale UP:
BLAIR
Book regs are not war regs. If this were peacetime I’d ground you faster than a tachyon, but now that’s and indulgence we can’t afford.
(beat)
But don’t make one of us come after you again.
FLINT
That, sir, would be an indulgence . . . Flint’s morale DOWN:
BLAIR
If every pilot pursues a private war, the Kilrathi triumph. Until further notice, you’re grounded.
HOLD ON FLINT . . . HER EYES DEAD.