Wing Commander Movie Script Third Draft
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Rewrite by Chris Roberts
2nd draft by Larry Wilson
3rd draft by Mike Finch
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2 INT. ASTEROID WORLDLET CITY BEACH. 2
From above, the beach looks like it could be part of a small sea -side city a ten acre expanse of sand and palm trees bordered by crystal blue water.
Waves lazily lap onto the beach. Off -duty SAILORS laugh and shove each other as they walk bare footed in the sand. By a park bench, a WOMAN rubs oil onto her SAILOR BOYFRIEND's back. A SECOND GROUP OF SAILORS AND THEIR GIRLFRIENDS, all dressed in shorts and tops with tropical designs, play a game of Ultimate Frisbee further up the beach. A TALL SAILOR throws "long "...
We follow his TEAMMATE as he makes an impossibly high jump to catch the frisbee, revealing...
The skyline of a twenty- seventh century city, nestled against the far wall of this hollowed out island in space. Higher up, huge fusion powered sunlamps the source of our artificial sunlight are imbedded in the rough -hewn granite "roof ", surrounding an enormous porthole.
SUPERIMPOSE: VEGA SECTOR FLEET HEADQUARTERS TERRAN CONFEDERATION: ASTEROID WORLD "PEGASUS." MARCH 15TH. EARTH YEAR 2654. 0900 HOURS, ZULU TIME. LOCATION: ULYSSES CORRIDOR. 700 LIGHT YEARS FROM EARTH.
The view through the porthole reveals the blackness of interstellar space with a few faint stars.
RESUME BEACH: The Teammate falls back to "earth ", clutching the frisbee triumphantly, but the Tall Sailor isn't watching. He continues to gaze upward at something overhead...
HIS POV through giant porthole: A strange constellation of luminous dots has now appeared in the black oval: not stars...something else.
RESUME BEACH: Air raid sirens begin to wail from the towers of the city. The Sailor Boyfriend, alarmed, jumps up, grabbing his girlfriend.
She, too looks up through the porthole. We follow her gaze as we seem to rise up to meet the luminous dots that are growing bigger and brighter by the second, resolving into SEVERAL MISSILES streaking towards us...
The missiles strike the porthole and a huge explosion briefly blinds us, washing over the reinforced plexiglass and blocking our view of the stars. Several sailors lose their footing as the ground shakes violently. Everyone seems frozen, looking up and for a moment it seems as the porthole survived the impact, but...
CLOSE ON PORTHOLE: Small spider line cracks start spreading over the surface of the porthole. They multiply with frightening speed, then...the plexiglass SHATTERS OUTWARDS, sucking the atmosphere from the worldlet...
RESUME BEACH: Everything not bolted down is sucked upwards. The Sailor Boyfriend, hanging onto the park bench, tries desperately to hold onto his girlfriend. His grip gives and she's sucked up towards the cold void, her scream muted by the ear shattering howl of wind... We too, are caught up in the rush of escaping air and are pulled upwards, through the porthole revealing...
9 EXT. ASTEROID WORLDLET
Explosions rock the surface of the asteroid world, which is covered with a lattice work of towers, gun emplacements, antennae and docks. Two monstrously large ion engines are imbedded in the "rear" of this mobile naval base.
Confederation capital ships Destroyers, Cruisers, two Battle ships -are caught helplessly in their berths as missiles and laser fire rain down on them from STRANGE, ALIEN FIGHTER CRAFT their shapes almost suggesting a TALON or a CLAW.
Cold space erupts with streams of tachyion fire as the desperate CONFED ships and asteroid based gun batteries return fire.
It's a futile effort. For every attacking ship that is destroyed, another takes it's place. What few Confed fighters the worldlet can launch are instantly destroyed. The destruction is awesome, all- encompassing. This is what Pearl Harbor must have been like seven hundred years ago.
An alien bomber pulls up from it's attack run, banks hard, tears past us under full power.
CAMERA pulls back and into the Pegasus station's Command and Control Bridge /NAVCOM Control room.
9A INT. PEGASUS COMMAND AND CONTROL /NAVCOM CONTROL ROOM 9A
Hewn out of solid rock, this is the nerve center of the Pegasus station.
Radar, communications, weapons, and security officers man their stations, bark out orders to subordinates, relay orders and issue on the spot situation reports. Over the communications links, we hear fighters engaging the enemy, disappearing in screams and static;
capital ship commanders desperately ordering their mooring cut, calling for full power and more aerial support. Mayday calls, prayers, expletives fill the airways.
I count one nine zero bogies inbound. Vector three seven four, attack formation.
Shields are not responding.
Station shudders as a CONFED capital ship explodes, tears apart. Great pieces of fiery metal spin through space, smash into the station, hurtle into space.
The Iowa's gone. And the Kobi.
ADMIRAL BILL WILSON, grey haired, mid fifties, thick around the middle, enters the room, a CONFED Marine trailing.
Forty Kilrathi capital ships coming to bear, Admiral. They are powering weapons.
How did they get past our patrols?
Alarms sound. SECURITY OFFICER reacts.
We have a station breach. Levels seven, eleven, and thirteen. Kilrathi Marines.
WILSON looks at a bank of black and white security monitors.
9B SECURITY MONITORS 9B
We catch glimpses of massive, armored forms moving through shadow enshrouded corridors. Their faces obscured by rebreathers and great flowing plumes, they cut through CONFED security teams, move efficiently and inexorably forward.
A figure steps into view.
FIGURE'S so close his features are distorted. But one thing's for sure: He's human. HE pulls back and we see him clearly: he's dressed in a Confederation uniform, Commander's insignia on his shoulders.
A SILVER CROSS hangs from his neck. It could be a traditional crucifix, except that it ends in a dagger point and is inscribed with astrological signs. Butt of his weapon comes down on the camera and monitor turns to fuzz.
SECURITY OFFICER (CONT'D)
They're headed for Command and Control. WILSON reacts, turns towards a massive computer system sitting behind a glass partition. At its center is a small black box with NAVCOM stenciled on it.
Destroy the NAVCOM A.I. Now!
COMPUTER OFFICER bangs on a keyboard, smashes a glass case to reveal a red handle, pushes it forward. Nothing happens. HE pushes handle a second time. Again, nothing. Off of Wilson's look, COMPUTER OFFICER just shakes his head.
Command codes have been overwritten.
WILSON grabs the Marine's weapon, drops the slide back, lines the weapon, fires on the NAVCOM. Uranium depleted rounds, bounce off the glass. Clip empty, he tries to break the glass with the butt. Stock shatters.
Concussion outside. Heads swing to the massive reinforced doors leading to the center. They're distorting, bending in.
Prepare a drone. Get me a coded channel.
COMMUNICATIONS TECH bangs at a keyboard, nods to Wilson who turns towards a video monitor:
WILSON (cont' d)
This is Admiral Bill Wilson, Pegasus station commanding officer. Forty Kilrath capital ships are closing. Station has been breached. They want the NAVCOM. Repeat, they want
Concussion tears into the room as the exterior doors are blown off their hinges in a wall of toxic smoke.
Wilson's head snaps to the doors. He can just see the outline of an armored figure stepping through. CLOSE ON his eyes. He's a dead man, but there's no fear, just resignation.
He depresses a button by the video monitor.
9C EXT. PEGASUS STATION 9C
A single drone launches from the burning station, fires retro rockets, speeds away towards a distant swirling mass of dying suns called the Charbydis Quasar some forty hours away.
As the drone speeds back, it passes in front of the Kilrathi battle group. CAMERA stays on the ominous alien armada.
9D INT. CONCORDIA BRIDGE 9D
CLOSE ON a video monitor. On it, we see a playback of Wilson on the Pegasus station. Image shakes as he speaks:
This is Admiral Bill Wilson, Pegasus station commanding officer. Forty Kilrath capital ships are closing. Station has been breached. They want the NAVCOM. Repeat, they want
Concussion and Wilson spins, puts his back to the monitor....transmission ends in fuzz.
CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal Admiral TOLWYN standing on the pristine bridge of the massive battle ship, COMMODORE RICHARD BELLEGARDE behind him.
SUPERIMPOSE: CONCORDIA BATTLE GROUP, MARCH 15TH, 2100 ZULU TIME. 42 HOURS FROM EARTH
The Pegasus NAVCOM? My God, if they have it
If they have it, Richard, they have the coordinates to breach the Charbydis Quasar and jump into Earth space in under forty hours.
TOLWYN turns towards an open area.
Tactical. Give me the Vega and Sol sectors.
A holographic projection of Vega and Sol sectors materializes in front of him. Pegasus, a small blue dot is near the center. Around it are dozens of star systems peppered with red and blue dots, indicating the position of the CONFED and Kilrathi fleets.
Behind Pegasus, we see the Ulysses Corridor funneling towards the massive Charbydis Quasar.
A hundred yellow lines avenues through space- time-- emanate from it, lead into Sol sector. One, thicker than the rest, leads directly to a solar system with nine planets.
TOLWYN walks inside the hologram. As he nears the solar system, a single blue planet, Earth, enlarges, floats there, spinning slowly.
What is the fleet's position?
We're spread all over the sector. The earliest our advance elements could reach Sol is forty -two hours. And that is piecemeal and taking risks with the jumps, sir.
..Damn, two hours and Earth could be a distant memory. Signal all ships to mark our course and make full speed for Earth....I need to know what the Kilrathi are up to, Richard. I need eyes and ears, and I need intelligence. Do we have any ships left in Vega?
BELLEGARDE checks the situational display on his monitor:
Just one, sir. The Tiger Claw. But she is out of communications range, and a drone will take two days to reach her.
TOLWYN checks the display, motions to a small red dot in Sol Sector.
BELLEGARDE bangs on the keyboard, reads:
The Diligent, sir. A requisitioned merchantman captained by one James Taggart. She's currently in route to the Tiger Claw with two replacement pilots: a Todd Marshall and a Christopher Blair.
Blair ?...Open a secure channel to the Diligent. I need to speak to her Captain and this
(Peering at the readout)
1st Lieutenant Blair.
9E EXT. EARTH'S SOLAR SYSTEM 9E
The Diligent, a merchantman, speeds by Jupiter. Behind it, spinning slowly, we can clearly see Earth.
26 INT. DILIGENT TINY CABIN 26
BLAIR, mid twenties, straight out of the academy, is sprawled out on the tiny bunk, no shirt. He's fingering a silver cross that hangs around his neck. On closer examination, we see that it is inscribed with astrological symbols and ends in a dagger point. It's a PILGRIM CROSS.
A VERY SMALL MAN, about sixteen inches tall, appears to sit on a shelf just above his head, watching. This is, in fact, a HOLOGRAM projected by Blair's portable personal computer (PPC), MERLIN.
I don't like it. A requisitioned merchantman? I know the war's going badly, but this...
this is beneath us.
It's what we've been waiting for.
Have you taken a good look around this so called space craft? It should be hauling garbage, not making jumps through warp holes.
Did I program you-to be this pessimistic?
It isn't pessimism. It's called being a realist....Lt. Marshall's approaching the hatch.
The hatch opens, revealing TODD `MANIAC' MARSHALL. Maniac is Blair's age and a fellow pilot, but the resemblance ends there. Where Blair seems closed -off and brooding, Maniac's an open book big -boned and with a slightly crazed gleam in his eye.
Up and at `em, Blair. Captain wants you on the bridge. Top priority.
He glances up at Merlin, who now sits immobile, but with eyes that seem to follow you around the room, like a creepy optical illusion.
What's with your evil twin?
Weird, man...Do you ever think about the fact that you created his personality algorithm?
Have you been putting on weight Lt. Marshall? My sensors seem to indicate...
Blair shuts Merlin down, starts to put on his shirt. Maniac notices the cross.
I thought you weren't going to wear it anymore.
I changed my mind.
Maniac doesn't press it.
We'd beter get on up there.
Blair follows Maniac out, hastily buttoning his shirt.
26A INT. BRIDGE DILIGENT 26A
A grim, ruggedly handsome man of indeterminate age, looking more like a pirate than a merchant, is charting the Diligent's course on a holographic grid model, projected between the pilot's and copilot's stations. This is James Taggart, better know as PALADIN.
BLAIR arrives, ducking through a small hatch -way. Followed by MANIAC.
PALADIN looks up from the navigation station. Blair realizing his cross is still partially visible, tucks it away. Paladin notices but doesn't say anything.
I don't know who you know, Lieutenant, but we just received a CONFED code one secure communication. For you.
BLAIR sits at the comm screen, keys a code.
Blair, Christopher, Lieutenant.
...Screen powers up and ADMIRAL TOLWYN appears on the screen. Reflexively, Blair straightens up.
Do you know who I am, Lieutenant?
Yes sir, Admiral.
Good. You are currently outbound for Vega sector and the Tiger Claw. I need you to hand deliver an encrypted communications chip to her captain. Message is incoming.
Why not send it by drone to the Pegasus, sir? It would be quicker
The Pegasus is gone, son. It was destroyed by a Kilrathi battle group twelve and a half hours ago. See that Captain Sansky gets that chip. And good luck.
Admiral. Why me?
Let's just say I spent some time with your father, in the Pilgrim Wars You have something to prove. Tolwyn out.
Recorder spits a small circular chip out. BLAIR takes it and the monitor turns to fuzz.
26B INT. CONCORDIA BRIDGE 26B
TOLWYN steps back from the monitor. BELLEGARDE stands behind him.
You don't approve, Richard?
BELLEGARDE Of using Taggart? No, sir, I do not. You just ordered him to his death, and there was no fear in his eyes, no doubt. I don't trust him.
Paladin spent five years in a Kilrathi prisoner of war camp. He's the only human to have ever escaped. He's not afraid of dying. He's afraid of living. He's afraid of memories. But if there's any man alive who can pull this off, it's him.
26C INT. DILIGENT'S BRIDGE 26C
PALADIN bangs coordinates into a navigational computer as MANIAC sits idle in the co- pilot's seat. BLAIR looks up from the comm screen.
Things just got a little more interesting, people. We have to get to the Tiger Claw sooner than expected.
PALADIN ignores the question.
Set a course for beacon 147, one quarter impulse.
147's off limit's sir. There's 100,000 kilometer quarantine around it.
You have your orders.
MANIAC shrugs, leans over to the controls, bangs the course in, hits the engage button with his foot.
As PALADIN moves away, we see a black tattoo on his fore arm. It's in a strange, jagged script: Kilrathi.
26D EXT. DILIGENT SOLAR SYSTEM 26D
Craft streaks by Mercury. Ahead of it, far in the distance, we can just make out a flashing buoy. Behind the buoy, space seems to distort, shimmer ever so slightly.
10 EXT. KILRATHI BATTLE GROUP 10
A ship, a Snakeir, enters the frame. Thing's huge, ominous, deadly.
SUPERIMPOSE: KILRATHI BATTLE GROUP. ULYSSES CORRIDOR, VEGA SECTOR. 40 HOURS FROM THE CHARBYDIS QUASAR.
11 INT. SNAKEIR BRIDGE ADMIRAL'S FLAGSHIP 11
The interior of the huge space vessel is nearly obscured by a thick, almost viscous green fog: the nutrient atmosphere for the Kilrathi officers and crew. They are a biped, two armed race of beings nearly eight feet tall. But their features are obscured by the thick mist. Only their eyes, gleaming yellow, seem to penetrate the dense atmosphere. There is something vaguely cat -like about their silhouettes as they move lithely about the bridge. It's almost as though they can see clearly...which they can. Their vision is in the infrared spectrum.
A Kilrathi, the ship's CAPTAIN, approaches the battle group commander, a Kilrathi ADMIRAL.
12 CAPTAIN'S POV, INFRARED BAND: 12
Through his eyes, the fog disappears as he comes up behind the shadowy figure peering out into space through a thick window
The CAPTAIN, head bowed, speaks in a low hiss -the Kilrathi language -which we read in subtitles.
The Ulysses Corridor is clear. As you predicted, the door to Earth is open.
ADMIRAL turns. It's face is scarred, distorted, one eye missing. His plumes, indicative of rank, clan, and battles fought and won, flow over massive shoulders. Small smile creeps over his visage, exposes yellowed canines.
Human voice cuts through his reverie:
And you have your prize.
ADMIRAL turns, looks at the Confederation Traitor, still in uniform, standing on the bridge.
TRAITOR (CONT' D )
The NAVCOM A.I. has been reconfigured to your jump drives.
ADMIRAL's one good eye dilates, seems to flash. His voice is tinny and slightly delayed as its filtered through the a translation device.
You have betrayed your race on a scale here to for unimaginable, Pilgrim. Yet you show no remorse. You baffle me.
They are not my race. My race left them five hundred years ago. My conscience is clear. Now, I have lived up to my part of our agreement. Live up to yours. Destroy Earth.
ADMIRAL looks long and hard at the Traitor.
34 INT. DILIGENT PALADIN'S QUARTERS 34
Paladin's door is open. Blair appears Paladin is studying An ancient star chart.
Come in, Blair.
Blair steps into the quarters, Spartan at best. A cold meal is scattered over the old star charts.
We're holding steady on the beacon. Maniac has the helm.
He sees the old star charts.
These must be antiques.
They were made by the first explorers in the sector. Pilgrims. Sometimes they noted things that were missed in later surveys. They're antiques...
(with a smile)
Twenty years at near light speed.
PALADIN Close to a hundred and sixty in Earth years. Give or take a couple.
Paladin starts folding the star charts.
I couldn't help noticing the tattoo on your arm.
A small smile crosses Paladin's face; the type you use to conceal painful memories.
And I couldn't help noticing the Pilgrim cross you hide under your vest.
We all have pasts and secrets, Mr. Blair. I have two lifetimes worth; and two wars: Pilgrim and Kilrathi. Shouldn't we keep them where they belong: in shadow.
I have nothing to hide, Captain. And I know who I am.
PALADIN studies Blair, seems to like what he sees.
I believe you do, Lieutenant. May I see it?
BLAIR pulls his cross off, hands it to Paladin. There's something in Paladin's eyes as he takes it, something almost reverential. He runs his fingers over it, depresses a plate and a seven inch blade telescopes from the cross. As Paladin runs his finger over the blade:
I've always had a strange sympathy for the Pilgrims.
(That easy smile again.)
I can remember when they were at the forefront of space exploration, carrying our torch into the stars. Their loss is ours.
PALADIN retracts the blade, hands the cross back to Blair, looks at him as the younger man slips the cross around his neck.
Too long out here and anybody would loose their humanity.
Just then, the ship lurches with a sudden surge of acceleration.
And Paladin flies out of the cabin.
36 INT. BRIDGE DILIGENT
Paladin storms onto the bridge, followed by Blair.
Maniac vacates the captain's chair. Paladin studies the instruments.
Did you change course?
No, just boosted the power. Why dog it when we can be at that beacon in an hour?
It's not a beacon. It's a gravity well!
BLAIR and MANIAC react as PALADIN punches the navigation computer. Heads up display materializes. A flat grid appears. It begins to fold inward, creating a strange, swirling elliptical spike in the concave surface. This galvanizes both Blair and Maniac. Merlin self activates and begins pacing.
I told you this ship wasn't up the job. In point of fact, my sensors indicate that there are a number of structural flaws that
What the hell is that?
Merlin. My personal portable computer.
Tell it to shut up or I'll jettison it.
Merlin freezes, mute.
Paladin uses a telescopic lens to bring up a dim object on the screen, a blurred image of spinning space, generating a powerful magnetic field! Asteroids and space junk caught in its pull are sucked down, as though into a whirlpool, and disappear.
Paladin begins firing reverse thrusters, throwing the two younger men forward as he slowly alters course.
One cubic inch of that well exerts more gravitational force than the sun!
PALADIN bangs on the navigational computer, inputs coordinates.
PALADIN (cont' d)
Come on! If our entry vector isn't just right, we're not going to make the jump.
What happens if we miss?
The Diligent's skin begins to GROAN and CREAK. A sensor screams out.
Are we past it's gravitational PNR yet?
Paladin feverishly throws switches, makes adjustments, totally concentrated on the task. The spinning gravity well appears closer.
No. She's reaching out for us. Hear that?
The GROANS increase, as the thrusters fight to change course. On the screen the neutron star appears larger and more ominous.
Meet Scylla, bane to sailors, and monster of myth.
What's a Scylla?
Ulysses sailed between the whirlpool Charbydis and the island monster, Scylla. She snatched six of his men and ate them.
This one will eat more than that. Hold on.
Paladin flips a switch, and a bank of thrusters throws the ship sideways.
The Diligent yaws for a few moments, as every seam groans. Maniac and Blair are thrown to the deck. Merlin's holographic image VIBRATES until it's a blur. The ships' afterburners scream.
PALADIN bangs on the navigational computers, keeps putting in coordinates Diligent seems to steady, line up. On the heads up display, we see a digital glide path.
PALADIN sits at the pilot's chair, steers the Diligent along the glide path. Outside, we see space shimmer, distort, bend.
What the hell is this thing?
This "thing" is a distortion in space time. Pilgrims were the first to successfully chart it.
So why is it quarantined?
Because it's unstable.
(Mouthing to Blair:)
And we're going to jump it?
(to the screen)
Broken your grip, old girl. Better luck, next time.
Suddenly, a sensor screams out, and the heads up display disappears.
Navigational computers just went off line.
It's the magnetic fields. Blair, take the helm!
I've never made a jump before.
Now would be a good time to learn.
And Paladin's gone.
BLAIR'S POV: The swirling vortex of the gravity well approaches fast.
36A INT. DILGENT NAV COMPUTER 36A
PALADIN works desperately on the navigation computer, pulls a panel off, considers the intricate wiring, starts pulling chips, rewiring the thing.
36B INT. DILIGENT BRIDGE 36B
Gravity well's right there. Digital countdown reads 9, 8,7...
Ah, Mr. Taggart.
PALADIN'S still digging away at the computer.
Five seconds to jump.
So if you don't get the computer back on line, we're going to like be pulled into that singularity's event horizon one molecule at a time.
You want to live forever?
(Mutters to self:)
I'd like to make it through to tomorrow.
PALADIN shoves the last chip into place.
MERLIN appears again.
As I was saying, this antiquated vessel is riddled with structural flaws. In my opinion it cannot survive the jump Navigation system comes to life. Suddenly, on a computer screen, the heads up display and trajectory appear. BLAIR looks at it, doesn't move.
Plot your course, Mr. Blair!
BLAIR snaps out of it, pulls the cross from his vest, squeezed it for luck. He bangs in the coordinates, steers the Diligent on the plotted course. MANIAC starts to scream a crazy, joyous scream.
-in fact, I would calculate our chances of survival as twenty -seven point two percent. I implore you...
36C EXT. DILIGENT 36C
Tiny ship enters the gravity well, veers sharply left, follows the plotted course. It starts to shudder as it pushes against the barrier of time space.
36D INT. DILIGENT 36D
The nature and content of the environment changes. Stars, planets everything disappears. And then everything seems to freeze: PALADIN moving towards the bridge, MANIAC holding on, screaming at the top of his lungs, BLAIR at the flight controls, MERLIN pointing at the approaching singularity.
36E EXT. SPACE - THE DILIGENT 36E
A flash of light and the Diligent appears. There's no sign of the our solar system or the gravity well, only new and unfamiliar stars and distant planets.
36F INT. DILIGENT 36F
BLAIR, PALADIN, a still screaming MANIAC are jolted by the entry. MERLIN picks up where he left off.
...stop this madness. That man is quite probably insane. He will kill us all
(Realizing where he is.)
BLAIR looks around. They're alive. PALADIN takes the captain's helm.
Congratulations, Mr. Blair, you just negotiated a gravity well.
MANIAC, face flush with the rush of the jump, turns to Blair, impressed.
Not bad for the second best pilot at the Academy.
PALADIN turns to Maniac.
Next time you fail to follow my orders, I'll jettison you with the rest of the garbage. Plot a course for the Tiger Claw, Mr. Blair.
PALADIN exits the bridge, a pissed off MANIAC staring after him.
37 EXT. SPACE VEGA SECTOR, ENYO SYSTEM 37
Two Confederation Rapier fighters streak across the blackness toward a distant fleck, reflecting light from a distant sun.
The fleck resolves itself into the Diligent.
39 INT. DILIGENT BRIDGE
Blair is at the con. Paladin has been summoned to the bridge. Maniac joins them.
Fighters from the Tiger Claw. They've queried us.
Send the countersign.
Blair punches a button. A coded burst crackles over the intercom. Followed by another burst.
Identification acknowledged. They'll escort us in.
40 EXT. DILIGENT AND RAPIERS 40
The two star fighters bracket the larger merchantman. The three craft now head for another distant fleck half illuminated in the distance. The Tiger Claw.
41 EXT. TIGER CLAW 41
SUPERIMPOSE: UNITED CONFEDERATION SHIP TIGER CLAW ON PATROL IN VEGA SECTOR, ENYO SYSTEM.
The three craft slowly approach the carrier class capital ship. The huge flight deck doors open, catching the Diligent and the fighters in a broad beam of yellow light. The Diligent fires its boosters and eases into the flight deck. The huge doors close. The Rapiers bank sharply in unison and veer away to continue their patrol.
42 INT. FLIGHT DECK TIGER CLAW 42
Marine guards scan the identity badges and examine the orders of the two new lieutenants, MOS, then step back and salute. Paladin's ID is also electronically scanned. The three walk towards the elevators, passing the flight deck.
The flight deck is busy, as repair crews struggle to patch combat damage from the last engagement we get the sense that the Tiger Claw has seen a lot of action.
Well, gentlemen, don't think I haven't enjoyed your company.
So what about the tattoo?
You know what it is?
It's a Kilrathi marker. You were a prisoner of war.
That's right. I was on the Iason when they took her.
The Iason. That was the first ship to have contact with the Kilrathi. There weren't any survivors.
There was one.
Elevator doors open. PALADIN steps in.
Why don't you have it removed?
Let's just say, it helps me not forget.
Not forget what?
Why I fight.
Doors start to close.
So what exactly do the Kilrathi look like?
(directly to Blair)
Doors close. BLAIR and MANIAC look at one another start to walk the huge deck, check out the Rapiers arranged in a neat row along the side of the flight deck. Like the Tiger Claw, the Rapiers have obviously seen a lot of combat.
The same for a group of larger Broadsword medium bombers that occupy another part of the deck. Maniac and Blair tote their kit bags among the star craft.
I don't see the X.O.
He spots a beautiful blond, in grease covered overalls, working on a Broadsword.
Maybe she can help.
He moves off and engages the blond in conversation, MOS. Blair shakes his head, ducks under the Broadswords belly and continues on. He stops and admires a BATTLE WORN Rapier, its cockpit open, allowing himself to daydream. He finds A CLIPBOARD that shows the Rapier's mission status. He scans it for a moment, then, a kid -like gleam in his eye, climbs into the cockpit.
He gets the feel of the controls...
Then, he's distracted by a feminine voice behind him.
DEVERAUX (O . S . )
You've got two Dralthis on your tail one above, one below. What do you do?
He looks down at his inquisitor. JEANETTE (ANGEL) DEVERAUX is brunette, looks about thirty -two, her hair up, wearing an oil- stained disposable plasticine coveralls a socket wrench in one hand, and a small x -ray scanner in the other.
She has a streak of carbon lubricant across an otherwise unblemished and beautiful face.
Simple... I go vertical and inverted, do a 180 at full power, apply breaks and drop behind them
Wrong...The Dralthis are too fast particularly in a climb. They'll put a missile up your ass. You're dead...
OK, I'm dead. Who are you?
Deveraux ignores the question. She puts her tools away. DEVERAUX
Reverse the situation. You're locked on a Dralthi. It's taking evasive action in an asteroid belt...
She starts removing the disposable coveralls.
If I'm locked on, there's no such thing as evasive
Wrong again. It's one of the Kilrathis' favorite ploys. Lure a chump like you into asteroid belt, hide fighters behind rocks the size of your swelled head, and pounce -a Kilrathi gang- bang and you're dead again.
Blair's getting pissed.
Who the hell are you?
Deveraux steps out of the coveralls, folding them to the size of a washcloth. She's in uniform, wearing her LIEUTENANT COMMANDER'S INSIGNIA.
Lt. Commander Deveraux. Your Wing Commander. Now, if you want to play fighter pilot, find a virtual fun zone. Meanwhile, step down from Lt. Commander Chen's Rapier.
Flustered, Blair climbs down from the Rapier.
What's your name?
Lt. Blair, Ma'am....
Fresh from the Academy. A nugget. MANIAC has wandered over. He enjoys the show.
That's right. I apologize, Ma'am. The mission sheet said the Rapier was unassigned.
See those burn marks?
The Rapier is scorched along its fuselage. The scorch marks partially obscure the 26 KILRATHI KILLS chalked up on the fuselage.
Lt. Commander Chen Bossman- -was ambushed by a pack of Salthis. He died three days ago in sick bay. He had 26 kills...Goddamned near a record...He was my Wing Commander.
Deveraux takes the clipboard from him.
See, fighters are at a premium. So we patched it up, mopped up the blood, and got it back out on the flight line. But until it's officially reassigned, it still belongs to Bossman. Understand?
What are you doing on the flight deck, anyway?
Looking for the X.O., Ma'am.
Deveraux nods towards a A TALL OFFICER, COMMANDER PAUL GERALD, at the far end of the flight deck.
You found him.
Deveraux turns on her heels and strides off.
44 INT. TIGER CLAW BRIDGE 44
CAPTAIN SANSKY, the Tiger Claw's commanding officer, stands at the tactical radar board, plots fighter security flights with the Radar officer. Fifty and balding, there's an avuncular quality to the man offset by battle weary eyes.
BLAIR, GERALD trailing, walks up to Sansky, snaps to attention, salutes.
Lieutenant j.g. Christopher Blair, reporting for duty, sir.
At ease, Lieutenant. Commander Gerald tells me you have something for me.
BLAIR holds out the mini -disc. An encrypted communication from Admiral Tolwyn.
(Squinting at disk)
Why didn't the Admiral send a drone via Pegasus?
Sir, Pegasus was attacked by a Kilrathi battle group seventeen hours ago.
Communications, I want this disc decrypted ASAP.
How did it happen, son?
I wouldn't know, sir. Perhaps the disc?
Of course. You have your quarters assignment?
Then I suggest you stow your gear and familiarize yourself with the ship. BLAIR salutes, start to turn.
You wouldn't be related to Arnold Blair, would you?
BLAIR steels himself. He lives in fear of this question.
My father, sir.
He married a Pilgrim woman, didn't he?
Yes sir. They live on Earth.
Sansky is interested, observes Blair closely.
Glad to see it worked out. These mixed marriages seldom do. Pilgrims don't think like us.
If you say so, sir.
I'm sure the lieutenant's heredity will have no bearing on his performance, Mister Gerald.
No sir. I'm sure it won't.
That's all, Lieutenant.
Blair can barely contain his anger as he turns and leaves the bridge. GERALD watches after him.
You don't trust him?
Computer: what are the odds that a Kilrathi battle group could infiltrate Confederation space undetected and destroy Pegasus station?
TIGER CLAW'S artificial intelligence computer responds:
One chance in one point two one million. To the twenty -fifth power.
No, sir, I do not.
45A INT. TIGER CLAW CORRIDOR 45A
BLAIR, still fuming from Gerald's dig, walks the corridor with MANIAC.
It never changes.
So Gerald's another tight -ass X.O.. So what? We are about to meet our fellow pilots. The men and women we are going to fight with, perhaps die with, and perhaps...
Don't worry, I won't let the fact that I'm pissed off keep you from getting laid.
Maniac throws an arm around Blair's shoulder.
That's my friend.
They open the hatch to the Pilot's Mess.
45B INT. PILOTS MESS. CONTINUOUS. 45B
Blair and Maniac enter. MESS is an apt adjective for these cramped quarters. Defaced propaganda posters, and pin -ups, male and female, line the walls.
PILOTS are spread out all over the mess all is banter and bullshit.
TWO PILOTS play chess on a beat up old board the anachronism of the game surprising. One of them is POLANSKI, a male pilot with a long scar running down his face. The other is FORBES -- female: brains, beauty, and a warrior's soul.
All of the pilots look up, when Blair and Maniac enter, then go back to whatever they were doing without saying a word typical hazing shit. Maniac will have none of it.
Lieutenant Todd `Maniac' Marshall, and my close personal friend, Lt. Christopher Blair.
And my other close personal friend...
Maniac produces a bottle of SCOTCH from beneath his jacket good scotch. It seems to be a real rarity and gets everyone's attention. HUNTER, a male pilot, looks towards Forbes as if she's the unofficial leader of this bunch.
We're on stand down. One won't hurt.
It may even help.
The pilots flock around.
46 INT. CHART ROOM TIGER CLAW
On a monitor, we see Admiral Tolwyn standing in Pegasus Command and Control. Behind him, the battle rages.
Jay, I'm going to have to be brief. The Kilrathi took Pegasus. They may have her NAVCOM A.I.. By the time this communication reaches you, they will be twenty -three hours from the Charbydis jump point and Earth. CONFED capital ships are headed home now. The Concordia battle group will be able to make it in twenty -five hours. I'm ordering the Tiger Claw to the Charbydis Quasar. You are to use any means necessary to gather information as to the Kilrathi whereabouts, capacity, and plan of attack. I need intelligence, old friend. Use Taggart. He knows this space better than any man alive he can get you to Charbydis quickly and he knows the Kilrathi. Tolwyn out.
CAMERA pulls back to reveal SANSKY and GERALD, watching.
I don't like it.
No one asked your opinion, Paul.
Sir, the disk came to us on the Diligent, entrusted to a Pilgrim half breed.
Sansky ponders this, nods.
Send for Paladin.
45B INT. PILOTS MESS. A SHORT WHILE LATER. 45B
The scotch has loosened things up considerably, and Blair and Maniac seemed to have been welcomed into the fold. MANIAC kibitzes the chess game.
FORBES looks up at him damn if he isn't right. SHE moves. Polanski groans. She looks Maniac straight in the eye.
HE smiles a big, charming smile. SHE gets up, heads towards Blair and the bottle.
BLAIR is talking to another bunch of pilots. HUNTER, a rugged Aussie, sits silent, sips his Scotch.
First day on, not ten minutes into my tour, and I've got Commander Deveraux busting my balls.
FORBES reaches for the bottle, pours, looks Blair up and down.
Looks like your balls are pretty intact to me.
BLAIR smiles, glances at Maniac. This may be the first time in history he's doing better than Maniac, and Maniac doesn't like it one bit.
BLAIR I tell you, she was squeezing. FORBES shakes her head.
Let me tell you a little something about Lt. Commander Deveraux. If Angel was really pissed....Well, make a fist.
In there. Those would be your balls. Pilots laugh as MANIAC, smiling his big smile at Blair, pries Blair's fingers open.
Testicle free, Lieutenant
(Looking at Forbes.)
However, some of us are still fully functional.
FORBES shakes her head, can't help but smile.
So tell me, Blair, what did you do to incur our fine commander's wrath?
I was just checking out Lt. Commander Chen's fighter.
Nature and quality of the environment changes. Smiles, save Blair's and Maniac's disappear. Some pilots look away.
Lt. Commander Chen. Bossman.
Bossman? Anybody here know a Bossman?
Lots of "No "s and "Never heard of him."
Something I'm missing here?
HUNTER downs his Scotch, puts the glass down.
KNIGHT, big, black, friendly face, tries to intervene.
Leave it alone, Blair.
Leave what alone?
KNIGHT shakes his head.
You're asking after a man who never existed, nugget.
He was your Wing Commander.
HUNTER'S up in the instant, pushes Blair hard in the chest, gets right in Blair's face.
He's dead! He's dead because he wasn't good enough. Now, I suggest you change the subject.
MANIAC steps up behind Hunter.
You have a problem with my friend... Hunter.
Yeah, I do.
Then you have a problem with me.
HUNTER turns to face Maniac, smiles.
You gentlemen don't stand down, you're going to have a problem with me.
All heads turn to ANGEL DEVERAUX.
And I promise, you'll loose. All three of you.
HUNTER looks at Angel, nods, sits back down. SHE looks at Blair.
No problem...ma'am. I was just leaving.
BLAIR exits. Entertainment over, the talk resumes.
49A INT. CORRIDOR TIGER CLAW
BLAIR walks down the corridor, pissed.
Hey. Lieutenant. Ten -hut!
BLAIR stops, his back to Angel.
DEVERAUX (CONT' D )
You have any idea of the situation you're in, Blair?
I'm a fighter pilot on a capital ship in a war zone, ma'am.
No. You're a pawn. A small piece of a very big game. And you don't know the rules.
You're right, I don't know the rules to that game.
Then I suggest you stow the attitude, and listen up. This is a war. In war's people die. Friends die. As fighter pilots, we are asked to push the envelope every day.
Listen. Air is very fine up here, Lieutenant. Make a wrong move, and you're dead. As it is, the odds are against us. What we cannot afford is uncertainty, self pity or doubt. We let the deaths of friends and comrades affect us, we're dead, and our wing men are dead. That I will not allow. Out here, when someone's gone, they never existed. Period.
Too cold for me.
Get used to it. That's all.
SHE walks away. MERLIN appears by Blair's shoulder:
That went well.
BLAIR looks at the hologram.
50A INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 50A
SANSKY looks at a holographic projection of the Charbydis Quasar sector. On it, we see forty red dots heading for the Quasar. Behind the quasar, a single yellow line leads to a floating Earth. GERALD stands behind him, looks at Paladin.
I know who you are, Paladin, but I'm afraid I don't know you. Yet you come to me with classified orders from Admiral Tolwyn.
And you don't trust me, Blair, or the disc.
SANSKY turns to face Paladin.
SANSKY nods to the hologram.
This tactical schematic outlines a nightmare, Mr. Taggart. It tells me that the Kilrathi may have a NAVCOM, and with it, the capacity to jump into Earth space. Based on that nightmare, it orders me to take radical action that, if it and you are a lie, could compromise this ship and its crew. Both of which are unacceptable. Before I put my command in harms way, I must be certain that you and the orders you bear are legitimate. So I ask you, Mr. Taggart, what proof do you have that this is authentic?
PALADIN reaches into his vest, slowly pulls a ring from his pocket, tosses it to Sansky. SANSKY catches it, reacts.
CLOSE ON: Tolwyn's ring held in Sansky's cupped hand. Inscription on it reads: "Annapolis Naval Academy, 1997." Slowly, Sansky's hand closes around the ring.
How did you get this?
Tolwyn gave it to me eight months ago. He thought it might be useful if I ever had to convince a Captain to follow his orders.
(ponders, a difficult decision)
...Con, plot a course for the Charbydis Quasar, full speed.
Sir, nearest jump point to Charbydis is four days hard travel from our current location.
There's a class two pulsar eleven hours from here. We can jump there.
Not on the charts, sir. NAVCOM does not have those coordinates.
PALADIN looks'at Sansky.
I have the coordinates.
No one's jumped a pulsar for forty years. And even then, they were Pilgrims.
...I don't believe we have a great deal of choice, Mr. Gerald.
Plot your course.
PALADIN nods, heads for the navigation station.
Sir, that ring means nothing
That ring has been in Tolwyn's family for sixteen generations. Any man who carries it has the Admiral's full confidence. And we have our orders. Prepare for the jump.
51A INT. BLAIR'S QUARTERS TIGER CLAW 51A
Dark. Door opens and the lights snap on. BLAIR, asleep, sits up. He's shirtless, and we can see the Pilgrim's cross hanging from his neck.
HE squints at MANIAC, in flight gear, standing in the room.
Rise and shine, half breed.
What time is it?
Time to fly, my little friend. At least for me. I pulled security... with one very, very hot Lt. Rosie Forbes.
I'll say. She asked for me.
BLAIR shakes his head, lies back down.
MANIAC (cont' d)
Buddy, a word of advice.
Do I have a choice?
No. Loosen up. Those people out there want to be your friends. Give them the chance.
(Fingers the cross.)
I'll be one of the crew until they see this.
So take it off....Shit, you even know what it means?
Little bit my mother told me. But all the Pilgrim history's classified. I don't know if anybody really knows what the Pilgrims stood for any more. Wish I did.
They lost the war, Chris. Winners write the history books and make the rules. Do yourself a favor and take it off. All it does is cause trouble. And out here, you need as many people watching your back as you can get. I won't always be there.
Sure you will. You're going to live forever.
MANIAC shakes his head.
...Why do I bother.
MANIAC leans forward, knocks Blair's fist with his, heads out.
I'll check in when I land. Door closes behind Maniac.
CLOSE ON BLAIR, thinking.
MERLIN's hologram appears on the counter across the room.
The Pilgrims. What can you tell me about them?
Very little, I'm afraid. Confederation executive order 37495 decreed that "all history and references to the Pilgrim movement be eradicated
-from all databanks, computer systems, and hard copy texts. Said order also decreed that the transference of material pertaining to said sect and or movement, either oral or written, be strictly prohibited under penalty of death." I know the order. Do you have anything?
Just that in 2572, for reasons unknown to me, a sect of Pilgrims attempted to break off from Earth and the Confederation. The result was a forty year war. Casualties on both sides were in the hundreds of millions. In 2612 Confederation forces won a decisive victory at Charbydis Quasar. The result was the almost complete eradication of Pilgrim influence. Interestingly, as of that point, data indicates that not a single new Quasar has been charted. I'm afraid that that's all I have. Sorry.
MERLIN looks genuinely sad by his lack of information.
BLAIR pops out of bed.
You did good. Thanks.
MERLIN brightens and BLAIR'S up, pulls on pants and a shirt, heads for the door.
Where are you going?
To talk to someone who may know a little about the Pilgrims.
Lieutenant, I must caution you against bringing up the subject. It is officially forbidden....
52A INT. PALADIN'S QUARTERS TIGER CLAW 52A
PALADIN stands at big windows, looks out at the vastness of space. Buzzer rings.
Door opens and BLAIR enters.
We need to talk.
You said you fought in the Pilgrim wars.
Then you know why they happened, and who the Pilgrims were.
PALADIN turns to Blair, interested.
Why do you want to know?
All my life I've taken shit about being a Pilgrim. And I've never known why. Now I want to know. Who and what am I?
...You are who you choose to be, Blair. The combination of a thousand decisions and moral stands. What you are is one of the last descendants of a dying race.
Talk to me.
It's not that simple. That information is classified. So let me ask you a question: would you die for it?
...In a heartbeat.
Good. Pilgrims were descendants of the first human space explorers. For 500 years they defied the odds: they survived. As time passed, they developed the capacity to unerringly navigate the stars. They embraced space -they called it the Void -and she rewarded them with the gift of a flawless sense of direction. No matter where they were, they could always find their way home. No computers, Blair, no compasses, no charts. They just knew. Then, in a small number, about one in a million, a change started to occur.
What kind of change?
A biological development. One that allowed a small number of Pilgrim offspring -all off- worlders -to negotiate singularities. Somehow, they learned to feel the magnetic fields created by black holes and quasars. They learned to navigate not just the stars, but space-time itself.
They were like a NAVCOM A.I..
No. The NAVCOM A.I. is like them. It's a mathematical model of the psyche of a Pilgrim mind. The billions of calculations a second it makes to lead us through a black hole or quasar are a computer recreation of the mind of a single Pilgrim. Do you understand what I'm saying?
I think so. Why did the war start?
PALADIN turns back to the window. It's as though he's recalling painful memories.
...The Void gave the Pilgrim's a gift. But it wasn't free. You spend enough time out here, alone, you start to loose your humanity. As this small group of Pilgrims continued to develop, they began to loose touch with their heritage, with their humanity. They saw themselves as superior to man, and in their arrogance, they chose to abandon all things human to follow what they called their destiny. Some say they believed they were gods, others, that they were angels. They tried to break off from the Confederation. They lost.
...You believe that they were gods?
PALADIN turns back to Blair.
No. But I do believe they were touched by God. And like it or not, you've got some of that inside of you. The cross you hide under your tunic is a manifestation of a faith you don't understand, and the affirmation of a capacity you may or may not possess. Wear it proudly, boy, and hope.
That you have the gift. I have a feeling we may all need it before this is done. We have to get to the bridge. We'll be jumping soon.
BLAIR watches Paladin exit. Out the window, we see two patrolling Rapiers streak by in the distance. They're framed by a brilliant, swirling Quasar.
66 INT. RAPIER COCKPIT FORBES 66
We are talking statistical facts here, nugget. Women can outfly and outshoot men.
67 INT. RAPIER COCKPIT MANIAC 67
Shooting their mouths off, maybe...
We do better at multitasking, we can keep track of four enemy fighters, and we don't suffer from the unfortunate male characteristic of ball sweat...
Yeah? Well can you do this?
(to Flight Boss)
This is Delta Two. Permission to land?
FLIGHT BOSS (O.S.)
Delta Two, you are cleared to land.
68 EXT. TIGER CLAW 68
Maniac fires the afterburners on his Rapier, banks hard, pulls into line with the opening flight deck doors.
Ooo! That must of been at least three g's...
Then Maniac rolls his craft UPSIDE DOWN and guns the throttle...
69 INT. FLIGHT CONTROL TIGER CLAW 69
Delta Two, you're coming in too hot. Abort. I repeat, abort!...Delta Two? Do you copy? Shit!
70 INT. FLIGHT DECK TIGER CLAW 70
An alarm barks out. Yellow clad deck personnel scramble to get out of the way of the oncoming Rapier. Which is still upside down.
Delta Two. YOU ARE INVERTED!
As Maniac's ship rockets through the hanger bay doors
71 MANIACS COCKPIT
MANIAC jerks stick right.
72 FLIGHT DECK
And the Rapier flips over and touches down!
Not any more.
The Rapier fires it's reverse thrusters and brakes. The Rapier pulls to a halt just feet in front of a fuel truck and DECKMASTER PETERSON who was desperately trying to get the truck's driver to get his vehicle out of the Rapier's path.
I'm going to have your wings, Lieutenant! Just wait until your wing leader...DELTA ONE!
And Forbes' Rapier is coming in UPSIDE DOWN TOO!
Now what were you saying?
Forbes' Rapier does A 540 DEGREE ROLL, righting itself at the last possible moment and touching down.
FORBES (CONT' D )
Now, that's how you do it!
Maniac is already out of his cockpit. He walks up to Forbes' ship. The Deck crew keeps their distance still traumatized by Maniac's and Forbes' antics. Forbes' cockpit pops open.
They look at each other, sharing the adrenaline buzz. Then, they start giggling like a couple of high school kids who just played a game of chicken. Then...
She's looking past Maniac at DEVERAUX who stands on the flight deck, rigid and fuming.
74 INT. DEVERAUX'S QUARTERS. 74
Deveraux, still upset, paces. The door buzzer sounds. She opens it, and there's Forbes.
You don't want to be here right now.
Forbes, smiling, waves Maniac's bottle of Scotch.
Single Malt...Just for you, sir.
Trying to bribe me?
I think I better do something.
You're Goddamned right. It was all I could do to keep the Flight Boss from bringing you up on charges. Rosie, what the hell were you thinking?
I wasn't thinking. That's the point. Maniac...
Lt. Marshall needed his morning adrenaline rush. And I was right there with him. I admit it.
I hope it felt really good.
She pours Deveraux's drink, puts it in her hand.
FORBES ( ) (CONT'D)
Better than sex...
She makes Deveraux take a healthy swig, waits for Deveraux's to savor the scotch, then...
You remember sex?
Don't start. You're walking a very thin line.
It will never happen again. I swear Commander.
DEVERAUX drinks. Forbes, forgiven, relaxes.
I've noticed you've been giving special attention to Blair...
That's just your imagination.
He's pretty damned cute, Angel.
(Waves her glass.)
You're the seductress, not me. Just shut up and pour.
What are you waiting for, honey? End of the war? The victory parade? Do you have any idea how dead we could be by then?
Forbes pours her a meager drink, and with a lift of the eyebrows Deveraux gestures for her to fill the glass.
75 INT. CHART ROOM TIGER CLAW 75
CLOSE ON: Thousands of numbers scrolling across the screen.
CAMERA pulls back and we see a huge holographic chart. A single blip, the Tiger Claw, flashes red on the curved grid. In front of the Tiger Claw is a mathematical representation of the pulsar, a pulsating, constantly moving series of circles. Unlike a black hole (a discrete singularity) or Quasar (potentially thousands of discrete singularities), the pulsar is a discrete singularity with an infinite number of constantly changing permutations, each one capable of transporting a vessel to another part of the galaxy. Problem is, most are dead ends. With an emphasis on dead.
Slowly, the grid begins to deform as an icicle shaped spike pulls and distorts the grid. The icicle transforms into a stalagmite, with a thick, wide hole at its neck. The flashing red point is poised in front of this huge gap in the grid.
CAMERA pulls back to reveal SANSKY and DEVERAUX watching the hologram as PALADIN inputs final calculations into the NAVCOM.
I've never seen anything like this.
PALADIN points to the tip of the stalagmite. His hands trace the trajectory across the wide gap in the quadrant.
The Ulysses Corridor...four days of hard travel using three known jump points. By using this warp in the space time continuum, we will be there in...
(Glances at a big digital clock.)
...less than three minutes.
HE glances at the console, pushes a final button.
If your calculations are correct.
CAMERA pans to GERALD who's just entered the chart room
NAVCOM and the finest minds in the Confederation couldn't plot this jump. What makes you so sure your right?
Because they're Pilgrim coordinates, Mr. Gerald.
GERALD reacts. BLAIR enters. GERALD, already angry, turns to him.
Why aren't you at your station, Lieutenant?
PALADIN cuts Blair off.
I asked Lieutenant Blair to be here.
PALADIN ignores the question. To Sansky:
We'll have a lovely view from the bridge.
PALADIN leaves the chart room. Blair stares at the gigantic spike in the holographic grid. After the others have filed out, MERLIN appears, worried.
If the entry trajectory is wrong, we'll be trapped in a moment outside of time and space...that is until the ship plummets into the pulsar and we become an infinitely small part of a special singularity. My guess is there's a fifty seven point one percent chance that we're doomed.
CLOSE ON BLAIR as he looks at the grid, at the coordinates, at the fast scrolling read outs.
The coordinates are right.
BLAIR exits. MERLIN, interested, watches him go, disappears.
76 INT. PILOTS MESS 76
All of the pilots except Blair and Deveraux are gathered by the large portholes, staring out at the gigantic pulsar ahead of them, murmuring in awe.
This thing is eating suns for breakfast. What the hell are we doing, here?
You know what we're not doing?
The ultimate rush!
Most of the pilots stare at Maniac like he's nuts. Forbes just grins.
77 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 77
Sansky, Gerald, Deveraux, Blair and Paladin are on the bridge along with the various officers and noncoms. THEIR POV through bridge windows: The pulsar fills the windows, its huge black maw sucking suns and planets into its infinitely dense invisible core.
Suddenly, an alarm sounds. The NAVCOM A.I. voice speaks calmly.
Attention! Attention. Course error. Adjust course immediately!
Ignore that! Helm, hold steady as she goes.
Captain, the ship is headed into the PNR zone of an uncharted class two pulsar. One minute before gravitational pull is one hundred per cent.
What about it, Paladin?
The readings are wrong. You're A.I.'s sensors are not calibrated to the pulsar. They've already been warped by the gravitational field.
I must insist we change course immediately....Initiating A.I. override.
There is a slight jerk as some course change appears to have been made. PALADIN leaps for the helm.
(Throwing a switch.)
Manual override! Now... Disregard your artificial intelligence or we're all dead!
Captain, I believe you should reconsider.
...Steady as she goes, helm.
Aye, aye, sir.
The alarm continues to sound throughout the ship!
79 INT. TIGER CLAW - VARIOUS STATIONS MONTAGE: 79
The alarm has men and women sweating and tense. Sansky's voice the
This is the Captain. Brace for jump point interphase. Fifteen seconds to jump point.
80 FLIGHT DECK /HANGAR BAY 80
Two members of the arming crew, Specialists JONES and OLIVIA lock down a rack of missiles.
In two Rapiers, KNIGHT and SPIRIT, strap into their seats, power engines.
81 TORPEDO ROOM -- 81
Spaceman RODRIGUEZ, 2nd class, a young Latino crosses himself.
The Flight Boss drains his coffee and straps himself in.
83 PILOTS MESS 83
Most of the pilots are holding onto their tables or fastening the seat -belts on their chairs. Except for Forbes and Maniac.
84 ENGINE ROOM 84
Engineer DAVIES grabs onto a hand -hold and looks at his crew mates as various parts of the ship all begin to VIBRATE, slowly at first, then more and more violently, throwing any loose objects around.
85 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 85
The vibrations grow worse, as people grab onto anything, eyes glued on the windows.
BLAIR AND DEVERAUX are thrown together. This startles both of them, then they deliberately grab for a bulkhead.
The ship's trying to tear itself free of the space time fabric.
The vibration grows in pitch, until the sound is almost deafening. Almost on impulse, Deveraux's hand reaches out toward Blair's elbow, as if to have one last physical contact with another human. But it never reaches it!
FREEZE FRAME: The Tiger Claw enters the gap in the space time continuum. All motion and sound on the bridge stop. Nothing moves, either human or inanimate. Time has ceased, as well as any sense of motion or vibration. All is silent.
88 INT. TIGER CLAW VARIOUS STATIONS MONTAGE 88
Throughout the ship, men are women are caught, Pompeii like, with expressions of fear or bewilderment... A LONG TRAVELING SHOT past all these crew members. Then...
89 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 89
With a terrible shudder, life on the bridge resumes, alarms wail. Officers and crew are tossed about. DEVERAUX AND BLAIR: Angel's hand continues forward, touching Blair's elbow. He turns to look at her, just as they are both SLAMMED AGAINST THE BULKHEAD. They fall to their knees. The shuddering is intense. It feels like the ship is coming apart.
But Blair reaches for Deveraux's face and tilts her chin up. Her forehead is bleeding from a scalp laceration.
You all right?
She is dizzy, but nods. Then Blair turns to glance out the windows.
Where are we?
THROUGH THE BRIDGE WINDOWS: There is no sign of the awesome pulsar, now. The blackness of space, peppered with stars.... A Jovian planet looms in the distance.
We're through the jump point. We made it.
RESUME BRIDGE: Even as the others stare out, the vibrations decrease, then disappear. The alarm ceases.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Ulysses Corridor.
Through the big windows, we see KNIGHT and SPIRIT launch, bank hard, accelerate away on afterburners.
Shields up. Mr. Obutu, stealth mode, please.
OBUTU hits a switch and the bridge controls power down. Red tactical lights kick on.
Going to stealth. Seven percent electronic emissions, zero communications.
Scanners picking up strong electromagnetic signature at 111 mark 43. An asteroid field. I'd say she's a Kilrathi, sir.
BLAIR has fetched a first aid kit, and is using a small laser pen to seal Deveraux's scalp wound.
BLAIR tries to check her scalp. As if annoyed by this enforced intimacy with Blair, DEVERAUX pulls away.
It's all right.
It's still bleeding. If I
It's all right.
Lt. Commander, prepare a recon. I want to know what's out there.
SHE heads out, Blair trailing.
And Deveraux, I don't want them to know we're here. Not yet.
94 INT. TIGER CLAW VARIOUS STATIONS MONTAGE 94
As officers, pilots and crew listen to the intercom. SANSKY (V.O.)
This is the Captain. As most of you have guessed, we just made one hell of a jump.
Rodriguez kisses his St. Christopher...
Actually we've just taken a little short cut into the Ulysses Corridor... If you don't already know, that's where the Pegasus Naval Base was attacked and destroyed. The main Kilrathi battle fleet is in the Quadrant and headed for the Charbydis Quasar. In eleven hours, it will be in position to jump into Earth space. Our mission is to find the Kilrathi, asses their capacities and plan of action, and if necessary, stop them.
Maniac and Forbes look at each other. Action!
We're the only Confed ship in the sector, people. We can count on no help and no rescue. We can only count on each other. That is all.
94A EXT. CONCORDIA BATTLE GROUP DEEP SPACE 94A
The Concordia, bracketed by other CONFED ships, races through space.
SUPERIMPOSE: CONCORDIA BATTLE GROUP, MARCH 17TH, 0400 ZULU TIME. 12 HOURS FROM EARTH.
94B INT. CONCORDIA BRIDGE 94B
TOLWYN looks out the window at fast moving space. BELLEGARDE approaches from behind.
Message from Earth Command, sir. Their defenses are on line but
But they don't believe they can withstand a Kilrathi battle group without the support of the fleet.
No sir. But they will fight. And if they are over run, they will resist.
How? The Kilrathi don't take prisoners, they lay waste to worlds. They conquer all. All in the name of their god, Sivar. And if there is any race impudent enough to stand up to them... Do you know any prayer's Richard?
Then I suggest you pray for the souls of the men and women and children who are going to die if the Tiger Claw fails. Eleven billion of them.
(Turns to face Bellegarde.)
We're running at 110 percent. We've already lost three ships. Two at jump points, one's reactor core melted down.
Run at 120.
94C INT. FLIGHT DECK TIGER CLAW 94C
BLAIR and DEVERAUX, in full flight suits, helmets in hand, walk together down the flight line. In front of them, a fully armed Rapier rises from the hanger bay, joins another.
Any standard operating procedure I should know about?
There is no SOP out here, Blair. The Kilrathi have seen to that. And there's only one rule.
Don't get killed?
Don't get me killed.
As walks towards her Rapier, we see the markings on the side of the fighter: twenty -six kills.
Twenty -six. Jesus.
That puts me ahead of the law of averages, Lieutenant. Well ahead. The curve'll catch up to me sooner or later.
SHE motions to the Rapier next to hers.
Your bird, Blair. Treat her well. She was Chen's. Mount up. We're on the clock, and it's time to rock.
94D INT. DEEP SPACE CHARBYDIS SECTOR 94D
Two pin points of light pass by a deserted planet, the light from a nearby brown dwarf star throws it into half light, half shadow they resolve into the two Rapiers. The Rapiers head for an asteroid field circling the brown dwarf.
As the Rapiers approach the asteroid field, we see, scattered amidst the rocks and ice, pieces of metal.
94E INT. RAPIER COCKPIT BLAIR 94E
Blair scans his "heads up" display. On it, we see a digitized tactical schematic of the environment. Hanging around his neck, OUTSIDE of his flight suit, is his Pilgrim cross. HE reacts to an odd shaped object spinning towards him.
BLAIR'S POV: A big, twisted and burned piece of metal spins by him. Painted on the side is "CONFEDERATION STATION PEGASUS."
94F INT. RAPIER COCKPIT BLAIR
Stunned, he watches the piece of metal spin by.
94H INT. RAPIER COCKPIT DEVERAUX 94H
Shaking her head.
Concussion must have blown pieces of the station all over the sector.
Her tactical display chirps. On her radar, we see a blip, another, then they disappear.
Pipe down. I'm getting something....
Suddenly, six blips appear on her radar. They're headed for the Rapiers.
Radio silence. And get into the asteroids, now. Low power.
103 EXT. ASTEROID BELT & BROWN DWARF WIDE SHOT 103
At the edge of the asteroid field and far below, a brown dwarf star glows dimly. A large Kilrathi Communications Ship is cruising up from the surface of the brown dwarf toward the asteroid belt. The two Rapiers, engines off, are shielded behind two large asteroids, a few hundred yards apart.
104 INT. BLAIR'S COCKPIT 104
Blair is sweating, now, scanning his instruments.
My scanners are blind, Merlin. Talk to me.
MERLIN'S voice only:
Crosstalk between a large Kilrathi vessel and the brown dwarf down there. Can't decipher the code.
They know we're here?
Possibly. From the sophistication of the equipment on board, I'd say the vessel is a Command and Communications module.
So what is it commanding?
At least six other ships down near the brown dwarf are communicating with it....Interesting. I'm getting an Ultra Low Frequency signal. The Rapier's scanners aren't equipped to receive or detect it.
But you are?
Yes, and don't be so sarcastic. It's a primitive pulse technology, ultra low frequency. Very slow, but it carries over extreme distances. Sort of like tom toms. Pilgrims used it in the war.
Got a direction?
It appears to be coming from quadrant thirty.
That's near the Tiger Claw? What's it saying?
The code isn't in my vocabulary. They're scanning the rocks.
We can almost feel the pulse of energy passing over Blair as the Kilrathi ship scans the rocks.
105 EXT. KILRATHI COMMUNICATIONS SHIP 105
The ship draws closer to the asteroid ring, its exterior antennae revolving, seeking... The ship fires its retros, and hovers near a group of large asteroids...
WE PULL BACK To REVEAL Angel's Rapier only a few ship length's away, hidden behind the asteroid.
105A INT. DEVERAUX'S COCKPIT 105A
Angel can almost smell them out there. She reaches up and switches off everything in the cockpit she can -an attempt to reduce any electronic "noise" that could be detected by sensitive scanners.
(To herself, a whisper.)
Go on. Nothing in this mouse hole. Beat it.
107 INT. BLAIR'S COCKPIT 107
Blair, too, has shut down much of his equipment, and sits in the dark behind a big rock. Tension is palpable.
What do they see, Merlin?
I'm not sure. Switch on your thermal scanner.
On Blair's heads up display: Not much...except a bright red corona coming from behind an asteroid.
They've spotted Angel's heat corona behind the asteroid.
Two more Kilrathi closing fast. Got to be fighters.
Blair switches on his radio and his other electronic gear.
Angel! They've spotted us! Two more bogies, coming in hot, six o'clock!
107A INT. ANGEL'S COCKPIT 107A
DEVERAUX switches everything back on, fear lessening. Excited now.
Can't spot them, Blair. Call it. Blair touches his cross for good luck...
Jack in the Box. On three. One... two... three!
110 EXT. ASTEROID RING 110
Two Kilrathi Dralthi fighters are closing in fast, bracketing the ComCon ship...
The two Confed Rapiers suddenly spring into view above the asteroids and instantly unleash two missiles... The missiles streak dead ahead and catch the two Kilrathi fighters before they can blink. ONE EXPLODES. The wreckage of the other one SPIRALS INTO THE ASTEROID ANGEL WAS BEHIND.
Blair and Angel fire two more missiles at the ConCom ship, but invisible deflector shields explode both of them safely away from the ship.
The big one's shielded. I've got two more bogies coming up from the brown dwarf. Engaging.
Negative! I count fourteen unfriendlies inbound. Looks like two destroyers. We are out of here!
The two Rapiers turn, kick in their afterburners and disappear in a streak of light.
110A EXT. SNAKEIR SOMEWHERE IN THE ULYSSES CORRIDOR 110A
The great battle ship, surrounded by several smaller escorts are in orbit around a planet The stars in the background look unfamiliar.
SUPERIMPOSE: KILRATHI BATTLE FLEET: SOMEWHERE IN THE ULYSSES CORRIDOR. 10 HOURS FROM THE CHARBYDIS QUASAR.
110B INT. SNAKEIR BRIDGE 110B
The Kilrathi Admiral is on bended knee in front of a multiarmed fearsome beast -like Effigy The Kilrathi War God Sivar. Around the idol are the banners of the Admiral's clan A testimony to their fallen and future glory.
The Kilrathi Captain approaches and waits respectfully. The Admiral raises his head.
Sir, our lead ships have engaged a Confederation reconnaissance flight in sector 7.
Do we have a fix on the Tiger Claw signal?
The Admiral stands and looks into the shadows beyond his command chair.
(English: delayed translation)
Your friend is dedicated.
The TRAITOR steps forward.
He's a Pilgrim. Order the fleet to destroy the Tiger Claw.
The existence of that ship is a threat to the success of this mission, and an affront to the memories of forty million Pilgrims.
That ship is insignificant. The hate of your race blinds you to that, Pilgrim. All things pass. Let it go.
I told you, they are not my race. Through forty years of war, they destroyed my race and laid waste to mfr. worlds. And you are wrong, old man. Most things pass: love, passion, anger, life. But one is eternal: hate.
111 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 111
BLAIR and DEVERAUX stand "at ease" before Gerald and Sansky. Paladin stands in the background.
You knew what the orders were. No contact with the enemy. Now you've compromised the mission, and the very existence of this ship.
Lt. Blair had no choice, sir.
Didn't he? How sure are you that the Kilrathi really had you targeted, Jeanette? Given the Lieutenant's background, are you really that certain?
It's well documented that Pilgrims have been responsible for much of the Confed's compromised communications, Mr. Blair...
DEVERAUX turns to Blair. The look on her face says volumes.
What's he saying? A Pilgrim?
Before Blair can answer, Sansky cuts in.
This is sterile conjecture. The Kilrathi are aware that Rapiers don't fly around in deep space without a carrier close by. They know we're here.
Tell me about this "communication" you claim to have heard.
(Eyes on Gerald:)
It was a ULF signal emanating from the vicinity of the Tiger Claw, sir.
(To the Tiger Claw A.I.)
What about it, CONCOM? Were any communications sent from this ship?
Negative, Captain. There were no transmissions sent by the Tiger Claw.
SANSKY turns to Blair.
Thank you Lieutenant. That is all.
Sir, I --
BLAIR nods, exits.
You assessment, Mr. Gerald?
That ComCon's running point for the battle group. Their fleet won't be far behind. They know we're here, so I say we send them a message: pain. It's the only thing they understand.
That would be a mistake. Without her fighters, the Tiger Claw's vulnerable.
You're a civilian scout, Mr. Taggart, not a naval officer. Tactical operations are our concern, not yours.
There's a great deal more at stake here than you seem to understand, Commander. SANSKY holds up a hand.
The X.O. is right. These are desperate times and they require desperate measures. Destroying that ConCom and its escorts will slow the Kilrathi. To that end, I will risk the Tiger Claw. Deveraux will lead a strike force. You will accompany her.
Con, plot a course for the rings of planet four fifteen.
112 INT. DEVERAUX'S QUARTERS 112
ANGEL, in her flight suit, is alone, spending a quiet moment before the upcoming battle.
The door buzzer sounds. She hits the pause button. The hologram freezes in place. Deveraux groans and gets off the bunk, assuming it's Forbes.
Then her door slides open. Blair stands there in his flight suit, looking grim. For once, she is caught completely off guard.
Commander, I need to talk to you. He pushes past her, not waiting to be invited in.
You just don't barge into my
He tosses his Pilgrim's cross at her. She catches it.
That answer your question? I'm half Pilgrim. In Gerald's mind, I started selling out the Tiger Claw the moment I stepped on board. And judging from the look on your face, you think he's right.
Sit down, Lieutenant.
He angrily parks himself on her bunk. She turns the cross over in her hands.
Do you know why they call me Angel?
BLAIR gives a quick, curt shake of his head.
I grew up in an orphanage. Every night I'd wake up crying, asking for my parents. The sisters told me they were angles. So I just kept calling out for them, hoping that they were there, watching over me. But they weren't. They were just dead. They were killed by Pilgrims.
You were at the Peron massacre.
I was in the house. I heard the screams. I saw the blood. And I felt the pure, cold hate of those Pilgrims towards my family because they were judged different. I swore to myself then that I would never hate or judge without reason. So I don't hate you for what you are, Blair. But I will judge you for who you are. Who the hell are you?
...I'm a Confederation officer on a capital ship in a war zone, Ma'am. And I'm a pawn. But pawns can take kings.
I believe you're starting to understand the rules of the game, Lieutenant. See you on deck. BLAIR nods, gets up, starts to exit.
And Blair. Gerald's a clown.
112A INT. MANIAC'S AND BLAIR'S QUARTERS TIGER CLAW 112A
Maniac and Forbes are cozied up together. The bravado of both of them seems to be lost to something else a connection, understanding and maybe a little trepidation.
Do you know what the odds are that we're going to live through this mission?
She kisses him deeply.
Umm. Very slim.
Maniac starts to unzip the front of Forbes one -piece suit.
You know that's why we do the crazy shit we do.
Maniac keeps working on her zipper.
There's nothing crazy about this...
Not this, smart ass. I'm talking about pushing the envelope, riding the razors edge. We're so afraid of dying, we keep trying to prove we're invincible.
Maniac leans back, looking at Forbes.
I always tried to tell myself that I just didn't care. But I don't know...
Their eyes hold for a long beat. Suddenly, an alarm rings out. FORBES rolls over.
Shit. This war's really starting to piss me off.
112B EXT. TIGER CLAW FLIGHT DECK 112B
DEVERAUX steps on to the flight line, looks out over the line of pilots scurrying around fighters with flight crews.
Alright, people, listen up. We have a ConCom with escorts. That means two, possibly three destroyers, fighters, and support ships. Primary target is the ConCom. Everything else is gravy. Let's make them bleed. Mount up!
Hunter's Rapier is next to Blair's. DEVERAUX approaches.
Blair, take Hunter's wing.
Ma'am, I'd just as soon you assign me another wing man.
DEVERAUX turns to Hunter, hard.
You have some problem I should be aware of, Hunter?
(Looking at Blair:)
Yes, ma'am, I do. I don't fly with Pilgrims.
DEVERAUX looks at the big Aussie, disghust evident.
...Blair, you'll fly my wing.
SHE walks away, leaves Blair and Hunter staring at one another
You put me or my shipmates in danger, half breed, I'll kill you.
113 EXT. ASTEROID RING BROWN DWARF 113
Like Indians sneaking up on the settlers, the wing of Rapiers, accompanied by two Broadsword picks its bombers, quietly way through the debris of the asteroid rings around the brown dwarf. We can hear the pilot's radio chatter.
Picking up any Com traffic, Baker seven?
They're observing radio silence, except for short range frequencies.
Or they aren't here any more.
Baker Two, three and four... Anything?
BLAIR (O. S . )
De nada, chief.
114 INT. MANIAC'S COCKPIT 114
Maniac is watching a cluster of blips on his HUD.
All right you losers, listen up. I've got three confirmed targets at five o'clock, bugging the brown dwarf.
Confirm that. Middle one's got a massive electromagnetic signature.
It's the ConCom. Deploy for attack.
115 INT. COCKPIT BROADSWORD BOMBER - PALADIN 115
Scanning his equipment. Something's wrong.
That's no ConCom.
(Into his mic:)
116 INT. VARIOUS COCKPITS 116
Deveraux is incensed.
Baker seven, you have no authority over this mission of its personnel. You will obey my orders.
Negative, Baker One. These are battle group supply ships. They were left behind and out of harms way. The Tiger Claw is at risk. We have to get back.
You are a civilian scout
Commander, I am not a civilian.
I hold the rank of Commodore in Confederation Naval Intelligence, reporting directly to Admiral Tolwyn. Aboard the other Rapiers, there is astonishment.
Yeah, right. And I'm Admiral Nelson.
My security verification code is Charlie Six Alpha Zebra Niner....Try it, Commander. Now.
There is a tense moment aboard every fighter in the wing. Finally, Deveraux gives, punches the numbers into her computer. Her screen blinks for a moment Then a message flashes on it; "Commodore James Taggart, Fourth Fleet Security access granted ".
Listen to me, Angel. If I'm wrong, you'll have missed out on taking a couple of freighters. If I'm right, the Tiger Claw could already be under attack.
The Claw is already in that radiation belt, boss. They couldn't radio for us if they wanted to.
All the weight is on Deveraux...
117 EXT. TIGER CLAW NEAR JOVIAN PLANET 117
The Tiger Claw makes its way amidst giant asteroids. Three moons orbit the huge gaseous planet in the background.
118 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 118
OBUTU is the Officer of the Watch as the Tiger Claw cruises between a small moon orbiting the huge Jovian planet in the background. A thick series of rings glow dimly ahead of the ship. Rapiers glint as they maneuver while escorting the carrier through the "pass" between the two barren moons. Panicked voice cuts over the intercom:
Bogies inbound. I say again-
I'm hit! I'm hit! Mayday!
Gerald bursts onto the bridge.
Who's breaking radio silence?
(turning from screen)
I read multiple targets inbound!
Obutu turns to look out the huge windows. GERALD follows his gaze.
THEIR POV: Dozens of small glinting dots, and three larger ones, appear from behind the moon.
Battle stations! Launch all fighters!
Battle stations! Battle stations!
The bridge light switches to an EERIE RED GLOW, as the alarm sounds.
120 INT. FLIGHT DECK 120
Pilots and crew sprint across the deck toward their planes as the huge flight doors open and the force field curtain activates.
Battle stations! Launch all fighters!
121 EXT. BETWEEN JOVIAN PLANET MOONS 121
The Confederation Rapiers fiercely engage the oncoming Kilrathi fighters. The sky is soon full of individual dogfights. The RADIO CHATTER of the various pilots as they engage choke the airwaves. A Rapier is hit, and spirals past, on fire. A Krant fighter disintegrates.
122 EXT. TIGER CLAW 122
Rapiers leap from the decks into space and streak toward the distant battle. A Broadsword bomber blasts through the air lock curtain into space.
123 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW
Sansky arrives, out of breath.
All fighters launched, sir.
All shields are engaged.
Torpedo room! Prepare all tubes!
124 INT TORPEDO ROOM TIGER CLAW 124
Rodriguez loads and locks a torpedo...
125 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 125
All tubes ready to fire.
I count three dozen Kilrathi starfighters, two destroyers, and one battle ship, sir!
That damned Paladin was right.
Maybe he knew something we didn't.
Brace for impact!
126 EXT. TIGER CLAW 126
TWO LARGE, STRANGELY CONFIGURED TORPEDOES streak through the blackness and EXPLODE against the invisible force shield with an awesome burst of energy.
127 INT. HANGAR BAY 127
The shock wave from the explosions rock the ship, sending men and heavy equipment flying and rolling across the deck.
129 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 129
Impacts on the force shield directly in front of them continue to send shock waves through the Tiger Claw.
Give me a target, Mr. Falk!
Target acquisition imminent....We have a lock!
Fire tubes one and two!
Officers and crew watch as two white traces from the rocket propelled torpedoes streak toward the distant dots.
130 EXT. KILRATHI DESTROYER 130
The torpedoes SLAM INTO the weak shields of the destroyer and EXPLODE. The shock wave breaks the destroyer in half, spewing a huge gas bubble and debris into apace. WIDER: The Battle ship moves up, parallel with the second Kilrathi destroyer, launches torpedoes.
132 EXT. TIGER CLAW
The huge torpedoes slam into the force shield, explode!
133 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW
The shaking and shock waves causes widespread damage on the bridge.
The force shield is suffering a forty per cent failure. Battery room reports a fire. Torpedo room reporting damage. Unable to fire.
Sansky picks himself up off the deck. What now?
134 EXT. TIGER CLAW 134
Kilrathi fighters Dralthi and Krants are now just outside the shield, battling Rapiers.
135 INT. BRIDGE - TIGER CLAW 135
The Radar man peers at his screen.
THE RADAR SCREEN: A dozen more points of light now appear on the far edge of the screen, dead ahead.
I'm getting a dozen more targets, behind the battle ship.
They're bringing in reinforcements.
We should be flattered.
Torpedo room report.
137 INT. TORPEDO ROOM TIGER CLAW 137
Amid smoke and general chaos, Rodriguez grabs the com.
Tubes three and four damaged. autoloaders not operational.
SANSKY looks out the big windows, silent, yet not afraid. There's a certain preternatural calmness to him that one might even equate with relief.
Captain! I'm getting a coded friend or foe acknowledge from the new starfighters! They're ours, sir!
It's Deveraux's wing!
139 EXT. BETWEEN MOONS 139
In attack formation, the Confederation wing of Rapiers and two Broadswords comes in behind the dreadnought and destroyer.
140 INT. DEVERAUX'S COCKPIT 140
A half dozen targets present themselves on her heads up display.
All right boys and girls. All Rapiers except Maniac and Blair, engage those Dralthi.
FORBES (O. S . )
See you later, fresh bait.
Watch your ass, Rosie.
141 EXT. BETWEEN MOONS 141
The Rapiers peel off two by two and engage the oncoming Dralthi fighters. The sky is alive with spiraling missiles and laser fire as the starfighters begin their deadly dance.
Broadswords, follow me in. Maniac, Blair. Cover us!
The two BROADSWORD two fighter bombers head for the larger Kilrathi ships.
142 INT. BROADSWORD COCKPIT 142
Paladin grimly adjusts his course, and throws open several switches.
Roger that. Beginning bomb run.
143 EXT. DREADNOUGHT AND DESTROYER 143
The Kilrathi ships launch a barrage of torpedoes, which streak toward the damaged Tiger Claw.
144 INT. TIGER CLAW VARIOUS STATIONS 144
The torpedoes slam into the shield and send shockwaves throughout the ship, causing major destruction. Then, below decks, a TORPEDO PENETRATES, and EXPLODES. ENGINE ROOM: Men and equipment are ENGULFED IN A FIRE BALL. Engineer Davies is sucked out into the void!
146 EXT. TIGER CLAW 146
There is a gaping hole in the side of the ship. Gas, fire and debris spew out, surrounding the ship in a miasmic cloud. The ship begins to yaw and roll.
147 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 147
Several crewmen are injured on the bridge. Sansky is badly wounded and his head is covered with blood. Gerald stoops to help him.
The hull has been breached at level three. Steering loss, eighty percent.
Sir! Sir. Medic to the bridge!
What's Deveraux doing?
148 EXT. BROADSWORDS & THREE RAPIERS 148
The Broadswords are on a bombing run. Deveraux's Rapier leads them in...
Four Kilrathi fighters Salthi move to intercept.
Devereaux shoots one out of the sky with a missile! Blair gets another with his lasers...
Hey! Save some for me...
Maniac shoots a Salthis' wing off. It spirals into the last Kilrathi fighter, both go up in a fireball!
Buy one, get one free!
Cannon fire starts reaching up towards the fighters.
It's getting hot. It's up to the bombers let's get back out there.
The Rapiers veer off. The Broadswords continue on their bomb run.
Thanks for the escort
Steady on course. Wait for them to launch a torpedo. They'll lower their shield just before.
The sky fills with laser blasts and tachyion cannon fire. The Broadswords countermeasures computer automatically activates a variety of weapons, fireballs, tiny electronically filled missiles, etc. STILL, THE BROADSWORDS ARE TAKING HITS.
149 INT. BROADSWORD COCKPIT KNIGHT 149
As the target looms closer, the wall of anti starcraft fire terrifies him.
They're throwing up too much flack!
The Broadsword is rocked.
Almost there. Steady.
But there is another blast and Knight DISAPPEARS IN A FIREBALL!
150 EXT. NEAR DESTROYER AND DREADNOUGHT. 150
As Knight's Broadsword disintegrates, Paladin veers away from the fireball.
151 INT. DEVERAUX'S COCKPIT 151
Deveraux is engaged with two Krant, weaves hard right, left, pulling six g loops. She fires two missiles. Behind her, one of the Krant explodes.
152 EXT. RAPIERS AND KRANT 152
The second Krant is firing more accurately at Deveraux. Then Blair appears from underneath, and rips the Krant to shreds with tachyion cannon fire. He blasts through the debris.
What took you so long?
Got stuck in traffic.
153 INT. BLAIR'S COCKPIT
Blair is scanning the sky.
No visual contact. Son -of -a -bitch booked!
The battle ship's preparing to launch.
Torpedo tubes opening.
154 EXT. DREADNOUGHT 154
The huge vessels forward tubes do indeed dilate open.
They'll have to lower their shield.
The dreadnought passes close to the broken hull of the first destroyer...
Only then does Paladin's Broadsword appear, practically clinging to the wreckage.
155 INT. PALADIN' COCKPIT 155
Paladin, looking very grim, hastily reactivates his electronics, and moves in behind the battle ship.
Baker leader, get your fighter clear of the pulse wave!
Roger that. Maniac, Blair. Break contact! Return to ship!
156 EXT. BETWEEN TWO MOONS 156
The Three Rapiers veer off sharply, kick in afterburners, and streak toward the Tiger Claw...
The Broadsword, practically on top of the battle ship ignites its own after burners, and LAUNCHES A TORPEDO... Then it rockets toward the nearest moon, laser and cannon fire following it.
Torpedo impacts the battle ship. Everything disappears in an INTENSE WHITE LIGHT. Seconds pass, the light dims, and a huge explosion breaks the battle ship in two. Instantly, a shockwave starts to spread out, hits the destroyer. The destroyer is knocked on its side and collides with the bow half of the much larger Battle ship. A fire starts amidships, then the destroyer's ammunition begins to cook off. IT EXPLODES AND BURNS.
157 EXT. PALADIN'S BROADSWORD 157
Shockwave gains on the bomber, catches it!
158 INT. PALADIN'S COCKPIT 158
The pulse wave hits, and all electronics fry and go dead. Paladin begins to spin as if he were in a dryer. His hand reaches the manual eject controls, and jerks the handle.
159 EXT. PALADIN'S BROADSWORD 159
The ejection pod tumbles free of the Broadsword. It slowly rotates away from the stricken bomber, which grows smaller and smaller. Then it impacts on the surface of the airless moon in a cloud of ancient dust.
160 INT. PALADIN'S POD 160
The cockpit section of the Broadsword, encased in the pod, rotates down toward the surface of the meteor pocked moon. Paladin's head has a gash, and blood streams into his eyes.
Well, it was fun while it lasted.
He tries to reactivate his electronics and fire the boosters, but nothing works. The white surface of the moon draws nearer. Then he accepts it, grins, remembers a few lines from his school days....
(murmurs; half smile)
"...My mind misgives some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels...."
A SUDDEN, BRUTAL JERK steadies the pod and stops its rotation. Paladin is astonished. He looks down at the moon, then blinks up at the underbelly of Blair's Rapier, and the faint illumination of a tractor beam. BLAIR PEERS down at him, salutes.
161 EXT. NEAR TIGER CLAW 161
The remaining Kilrathi fighters break off their engagements and high tail it back toward the far side of the twin moons.
162 EXT. MANIAC & FORBES RAPIERS 162
Forbes, let's have some fun.
I thought you'd never ask.
Maniac and Forbes gun their two Rapiers after the fleeing ships. Then...
Baker One to all Baker pilots. Return to the ship. Repeat, return to the ship!
The night's still young. One last dance won't hurt...
163 EXT. FLEEING KILRATHI FIGHTERS 163
Suddenly two Dralthi veer around and head back, on a collision course.
164 INT. FORBES COCKPIT 164
Forbes sees the oncoming Dralthi...
They're trying to ram! I guess they're not in a dancing mood. Spoilsports!
...and opens fire with everything she's got. The Dralthi disintegrates right in front of her.
MANIAC'S POV: The second Dralthi coming straight at him...
Watch this Rosie.
And Maniac guns his Rapier right at the Dralthi...
Shoot him...MANIAC, OPEN FIRE!
But Maniac continues on a collision course. Forbes brings her Rapier in behind Maniac, trying to get a shot on the Dralthi...
Shoot him, or I will!
It's all in the timing...
The Dralthi and Maniac's fighter are within seconds of colliding...
When Maniac ROLLS his fighter sideways, pulls his nose up and lets loose a volley of cannon fire into the Dralthi's cockpit! The Dralthi critically hit, JUST MISSES Maniac's ship and spirals out of control right into...
166 EXT. FORBES'S RAPIER 166
Maniac realizes, but it's too late!
Rosie, shit! PULL UP!
But Forbes can't react quick enough The Dralthi strikes the side of her ship, amid a shower of sparks.
167 EXT. FORBES & MANIAC'S RAPIERS 167
Maniac comes alongside Forbes heavily damaged fighter. One entire side has been nearly shorn away. One engine remains. Still Forbes, injured, is holding her steady. Maniac eases his Rapier in until he can look into her cockpit.
Rosie. Can you hold her?
I could fly this thing and cook you breakfast.
But the Rapier wobbles and veers dangerously.
168 INT. FORBES & MANIAC'S COCKPITS
Forbes steadies her craft.
Hey, quit showing off.
Eject. I'll tractor you in.
You'd love that, wouldn't you? The ejection system is fried.
Just stay with me, Rosie. We'll do it together.
The two Rapiers are, in fact, coming in on the open doors to the Tiger Claw's flight deck.
169 FORBES POV - THE TIGER CLAW 169
Forbes fighter continues to shutter and yaw. She fights it and lines up on the flight deck, a yellow beam of light leading the way.
Jeez, the ship looks worse than I do after a three day shore pass.
170 INT. MANIAC'S COCKPIT
He glances over at Forbes cockpit, only yards away.
Baker three and four to Con. We're coming in. Clear away everything that isn't bolted down.
Roger that, Baker three and four. Clear to land.
We're coming in too hot.
Sorry, but my brakes are in the shop.
Line it up. That's it.
Piece of cake. Just like before.
Except that you're right side up.
I knew something was wrong!
Through the canopy, Maniac can see the doors widening like a giant mouth. They're moving too fast. He glances over. Forbes Rapier is shuttering and yawing.
Okay... Easy. Just ease it in.
Forbes is fighting the controls with all her might.
(tension in her voice)
I love it when you talk dirty.
Pull up! Pull up!
172 INT. FLIGHT DECK TIGER CLAW 172
The two Rapiers appear in the door. Maniac's Rapier manages to land, but Forbes catches a wing and FLIPS ONTO ITS BACK, slides to a stop outside the air lock force field.
Maniac's craft nearly crashes before he can stop. He pops the canopy and leaps out, running toward the crash. BLAIR runs after him. In the background we can see Blair's Rapier and Paladin, being tended by a Medic.
She's outside the air lock! You go through the force field and you're jello!
(Out of control)
Get me a suit! Get me a suit!
He runs toward the force field, staring through it at the wreckage of Forbes Rapier.
173 EXT. TIGER CLAW 173
A dozen Rapiers are still hovering outside the flight deck doors in formation.
174 INT. DEVERAUX'S COCKPIT 174
Deveraux looks out through her canopy, sees the wreckage of Forbes' Rapier.
Forbes? Rosie? Can you hear me? Rosie? Answer. Just key your mike, if you can. Come on girl. Just one little click.
174A INT. FORBES COCKPIT. 174A
She mortally wounded and knows it. She won't break radio silence and risk the rest of her comrades in a vain attempt to save her. She ignores Deveraux's pleas.
174B INT. DEVERAUX'S COCKPIT 174B
None of the other pilots breaks the long silence. Until...
I've got approximately ninety seconds of fuel left, Commander.
Ditto, for me.
Deveraux studies the wreckage. Could anyone have survived? Finally....
Baker Leader to Con. Push that wreckage off the deck!
Deveraux can't take her eyes off the wreckage.
175 INT. FLIGHT DECK 175
An AUTOMATED BULLDOZER -LIKE VEHICLE with a big blade in front, built expressly for this purpose, trundles toward the air lock curtain and the Rapier wreckage. The noise makes Maniac turn.
Hey...? What are you doing? Hey!
Maniac runs past the heavy vehicle and looks up at the Con Tower windows, in the wall above him. He can see the grim faced Flight Boss there. He begins waving his arms.
Hey! You can't do this! You can't do this. Stop! Stop! Please!
The bulldozer goes through the force field. Maniac runs after it. Last second, BLAIR tackles him!
There's nothing you can do!
Get off me you Pilgrim son -of -a- bitch! He hits Blair hard in the mouth. Blood spurts, and Blair's grip on Maniac breaks. Maniac runs towards the bulldozer. But Blair manages to wrestle him to the ground.
Are you going to kill yourself too? Held by Blair, Maniac watches in silent horror as the bulldozer PUSHES THE RAPIER WRECKAGE OFF THE DECK.
177 INT. DEVERAUX'S COCKPIT 177
HER POV: The wreckage of Forbes' Rapier tumbling away. The cockpit has been cracked. It's surface reflects light into Deveraux's eyes once, then it floats clear of her line of sight. A moment passes. Then....
Baker Leader to Con. Request permission to land.
178 INT. FLIGHT DECK 178
The waiting Rapiers land. Deveraux's Rapier is the last one in...
179 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 179
Sansky is nowhere to be seen. The remaining officers look haggard and exhausted. Gerald is looking at a panel of scanners.
180 ON SCANNER SCREEN
A deep crater, half in shadow.
There. Put her down there!
181 EXT. TIGER CLAW MOON SURFACE
The big, crippled ship eases into black shadow of the crater, until only its lights are visible. Then, it kills its lights, becomes nearly invisible.
A moment later, A LARGE DRONE, first seen from its fiery exhaust, hoves into view, gets its bearings and streaks into space. It has several strange antennae and domes on its hull.
182 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 182
The bridge is in near darkness, except for the moonglow and the monitors. Deveraux and Paladin arrive on the bridge. They look at each other where is Sansky?
Decoy away, Commander. She has a bigger electronic signature than the Concordia. I think she'll fool them, sir.
I hope you're right. Secure all active scanners. Passive systems only.
Gerald turns his attention to the bank of visual scanners. Everyone else also stops what they are doing...
High above them, they can see a series of bright dots in formation.
There. The Kilrathi battle group.
No one speaks, transfixed by the image on the little screen. The seconds feel more like years. Then...
They've missed us. They're following the decoy.
There is a moment of wild cheering. But Paladin hears something.
This startles everyone into silence. Then they hear it... the steady beep- beeping of a radar detector.
PALADIN (CONT' D )
A destroyer...hunting for us.
The passive radar detector increases in frequency.
They've spotted us!
No. We're in a dense radiation belt. Gamma rays are clouding their screens. If they don't see us... they won't find us.
This is cold comfort as the steady beeping of the radar detector grows more insistent.
183 EXT. ABOVE MOON KILRATHI DESTROYER 183
The Destroyer LAUNCHES A MISSILE into a crater. A mushroom cloud rises from the surface of the moon.
184 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 184
The ship vibrates as a seismic tremor passes under it.
They're nuking every crater. Methodical bastards.
The pinging sounds come closer and closer together.
185 EXT. ABOVE THE CRATER 185
The Kilrathi destroyer launches another missile. It streaks into the far side of the crater, the half in sunlight. The Destroyer moves on, a mushroom cloud rising behind it.
186 INT. VARIOUS STATIONS TIGER CLAW 186
The ship is rocked by a POWERFUL SHOCK WAVE.
HANGER BAY: Men and equipment are thrown about. Olivia and Jones are CRUSHED as a damaged Rapier tears free of it's moorings! Fire erupts.
TORPEDO ROOM: The shock CRACKS OPEN A TUBE, sucking the atmosphere out of the room. Men are LIFTED INTO THE AIR and pulled screaming into the fractured tube. Others try to reach the far hatchway. Spaceman RODRIGUEZ punches the emergency button. The hatch door slides shut, trapping Rodriguez and the remaining men inside. RODRIGUEZ'S face appears in the porthole.
REVERSE ANGLE: On the faces of the crewmen safe on the other aide of the door, as they watch Rodriguez die horribly inside.
190 INT. FLIGHT DECK 190
Blair picks himself off the deck, reacts to a sudden whistling sound....Then others hear it, look around, fear evident.
What's that sound?
The doors are failing!
The outer bay doors begin to groan and warp slightly. Light objects nearby fly up and stick to a crack in the seal between the doors.
(shouting to his crew)
Grab anything that will seal it! Now!
MANIAC squats at the edge of the flight deck, watches with a blank expression as plots and crewmen race into action.
BLAIR is running for the crack when he sees a composite wing of a Rapier next to a damaged fighter that was being repaired.
Someone help me!
The wing is too heavy for Blair alone. Peterson hurries over to help. It can barely be lifted by both of them. The whistling grows more ominous. Debris is flying around the flight deck, being sucked toward the crack in the doors
Come on. We can do it.
They haul the wing close to the doors. The suction from the crack is so strong that the only thing keeping Blair and Peterson anchored to the floor is the weight of the wing.
MANIAC sees BLAIR trip over a piece of debris on the deck. He stumbles, losing his grip on the wing. HE'S sucked towards the crack -a dead man -until he manages to grab on to a hook bolted to the deck. The other pilots and crew members hang back, not willing to risk their lives to save Blair.
MANIAC stands. BLAIR clings to the hook but his grip is slipping. The crew members watch, frozen in inaction, HUNTER prominent. He's not going to risk his neck for a Pilgrim.
You sons of bitches just going to watch him die?
Maniac grabs a cable that was ripped loose from it's moorings, wraps it around his waist.
He tosses the loop of cable over to the other pilots and starts towards Blair.
THE CRACK splits open even wider and the increased suction pulls Maniac off his feet. He flies towards the crack, then the cable PULLS TIGHT. It stops him from being sucked through, but cinches so tightly around his waist that it seems to almost cut him in two.
He swallows a scream, clutches the cable with one hand, and like a rock climber skipping across a cliff face, makes his way to Blair.
BLAIR releases his grip on the hook and clings to Maniac.
(screaming at the crew)
Crew members pull Maniac and Blair away from the crack. Meanwhile Peterson and several other crew members have HOISTED THE RAPIER WING UPRIGHT. Anchoring themselves to the deck, they release it the tremendous force of the vacuum outside SUCKS the heavy metal wing up against the crack LIKE IT WERE A LEGO TOY. The shrieking howl becomes a slight tea kettle.
A REPAIR CREW arrives in a cart carrying two large metal bottles. They blast around the wing with a thick, viscous containment foam that hardens instantly into a solid mass, seals the leak.
BLAIR AND MANIAC huddle together for a moment, and BLAIR helps Maniac un -cinch the cable from around his waist. As the cable falls away, we see A RING OF BLOOD around Maniac's waist, where the cable has cut into him.
Space age liposuction, huh Pilgrim?
He falls to his knees, nearly passing out. Blair supports him.
Let's get you to sick bay, buddy.
He struggles to lift Maniac.
I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean it. killed her. I pushed it too far.
And he passes out.
197 EXT. TIGER CLAW MOON CRATER
The stricken ship bleeds air and debris into the void.
198 INT. SANSKY'S QUARTERS TIGER CLAW
Sansky is propped up, very weak. IV tubes are sticking out of his arm. A grim GERALD stands over him.
Sir, they have known our every move before we make it. And all since Paladin...Commodore Taggart, Marshall, and Blair have come aboard. Then the ULF signals. There is a traitor on board the Tiger Claw
Make your point, Mr. Gerald.
GERALD and SANSKY look at the door, see PALADIN standing there.
The boy's a Pilgrim.
And in your eyes, that makes him guilty of treason?
...Yes, sir, it does.
(Shakes his head, disgusted.)
Lt. Blair risked his life to save mine today. He's as good they get. And I've fought with the best. He can fly on my wing any mission, any time. Now I urge you to get over that damned war, Commander. We have another to fight.
(Spits the word out.)
Commodore. Sir. With all due respect to your apparent rank. You are a Naval Intelligence officer. You don't know a damned thing about space combat, strategy, or war.
I knew enough not to send Deveraux's wing on a wild goose chase while the Tiger Claw was attacked.
And if we had been destroyed, you would have been safely out of harms way.
None of this matters now. What does, is our survival and our mission.... Welcome aboard, Commodore. Do you have any orders for me?
Sir, this is your ship. I offer you every assistance in the current crisis. SANSKY looks at Paladin, nods.
As matters stand we need all the help we can get.
SANSKY (cont' d)
The ship has suffered massive damage, and we have almost no operational fighters left.
The Kilrathi will be at the jump point in three hours and we still don't know their capabilities or plan of attack.
(Touching the bulkhead)
I think this old lady's got a little fight left in her yet.
...Engineering took a direct hit. Our fuel cells are ninety percent gone We don't have enough power to keep up with the air pumps, let alone get under way. Barring a miracle, we've failed.
Failure is not an option, Commander. And if it's a miracle we need, I suggest we find a way to make one. Understood?
198A EXT. KILRATHI BATTLE GROUP 198A
The massive ships head through space, the Charbydis Quasar a distant swirl of color.
SUPERIMPOSE: KILRATHI BATTLE GROUP. 2 HOURS FROM THE CHARBYDIS JUMP POINT.
198B INT. SNAKEIR BRIDGE 198B
Admiral looks out the windows at the distant Charbydis Quasar. TRAITOR stands behind him.
You should have sent more ships. The Tiger Claw is alive, and still a threat.
ADMIRAL looks at the traitor, contempt and hate evident
Go to the ConCom. Prepare the jump coordinates and transmit them to the fleet.
199 INT. TIGER CLAW FLIGHT DECK 199
The deck looks better. Each surviving pilot heads up his own maintenance team, trying to refurbish the remaining Rapiers.
Other crewmen try to repair the sprung door seals in the background as Blair comes out on the deck, sees Deveraux hunched under her own fighter. He approaches her.
Commander. Can I talk to you?
DEVERAUX emerges from under her plane. She still looks shaken from Forbes' death, but she can't let go of her stiffness towards Blair.
Sure, I've got a minute.
Can we stop the bullshit, please.
DEVERAUX'S shocked to hear Blair talk so bluntly.
I just came to tell you I'm sorry about Forbes.
(Shakes his head.)
It's a shitty game, Angel. And you know it. You don't just forget the people you loved. They deserve more than that. Rosie deserves more than that....It was a stupid way for her to die.
...What do you want, Blair?
I'm all out.
Turns back to the Rapier.
Maniac loved her.
He blames himself for what happened. You don't talk to him, he's going to do something stupid. He's going to get dead.
I'll think about it.
...If there's anything -.
BLAIR turns to go.
201 EXT. TIGER CLAW LATER 201
Work crews in space suits continue to repair the hull. Then, a sound is superimposed, the STEADY BEEP BEEPING of a locator beacon.
202 INT. GERALD'S OFFICE TIGER CLAW 202
Small and cramped, Gerald sits at his desk reviewing damage reports. Several holos of Gerald at the Naval Academy sit on his desk. He picks one up, reflecting. Intercom buzzes and Obutu's voice comes over the channel:
Sir. You better come to the bridge. We have trouble. Kilrathi ship!
On my way.
Gerald drops the holo -pic, exits fast....
CLOSE ON HOLO -PIC: A younger Gerald stands proudly next to his fellow graduating class...and standing right next to him is the Traitor.
204 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 204
PALADIN is already there, wearing a space suit, minus helmet. GERALD AND DEVERAUX arrive. They hear the telltale sound of an incoming ship.
What is she? Another destroyer?
It doesn't matter. We can't take another round of bombardment.
We'll go down fighting the air lock isn't functioning, but we managed to get the flight deck doors operational. We have four Rapiers ready to go.
We'll do better than that, Deveraux. That ship up there is going to save our ass.
205 INT. MANIAC'S QUARTERS 205
Klaxon bells announce the upcoming mission but Maniac, bandage wrapped around his bare chest, seems oblivious. HE just lies there. Door open with a hiss.
What the hell are you doing, Lieutenant? Get off your sorry ass and suit up!
I need my best pilots out there.
SHE strides away, but her act of forgiveness has worked. MANIAC grabs his flight suit, his expression half way between that crazed smile of his and tears.
206 INT. FIGHT DECK. 206
The Diligent, and two Rapiers are being readied for a launch. A squad of Marines marches into the Diligent in space suits. GERALD, in a space -suit, is among them.
207 INT. DILIGENT HATCH 207
PALADIN and BLAIR are supervising the boarding from inside the Diligent's hatch. They are not happy to see Gerald marching up the gangplank.
I think you're on the wrong ship, Commander.
I still have a responsibility to this crew, Commodore. And, excuse my bluntness, but if you think I'm going to let my men be flown into combat by a rogue and a half -breed you are sadly mistaken.
With that GERALD pushes past them. PALADIN looks at Blair. With a wink:
I believe I'm starting to genuinely like that man.
209 EXT. ABOVE MOON ASTEROID BELT 209
The Diligent lurks behind an asteroid, its form folded into its ragged ridge line A shadow passes over her, and a large Kilrathi ship -the ConCom ship seen earlierpasses directly over her. Two Dralthi escorting.
210 INT. BRIDGE DILIGENT 210
GERALD, PALADIN, DEVERAUX and BLAIR, all in full space suits, listen to the searching radar signal. Behind them, we see THE MARINES checking equipment dropping clips into weapons.
THEIR POV, through the Diligent windows: The ConCom ship.
That's no destroyer.
It's the Communication ship we came up against.
They'll spot our heat corona, soon.
They won't have the chance. Blair, man the ion gun.
(pushes radio button)
211 EXT. ASTEROID FIELD 211
The two Rapiers streak from behind meteorites and engage the Dralthi. The Kilrathi ComCon ship begins to veer away, but as it passes the asteroid, the Diligent leaves its cover and heads for it. Maniac's Rapier DESTROYS THE FIRST DRALTHI.
MANIAC (O. S . )
The second Rapier is engaged in a winding, twisting dogfight. Maniac veers his fighter to engage the second Kilrathi.
TWO MORE DRALTHI suddenly appear from around the moon, on full afterburner.
215 INT. DILIGENT BLAIR'S GUN POSITION 215
From his dome, he can see the Dralthi coming right at them!
Two more Bogies at six o'clock!
Blair opens fire at one of the attackers, who return fire, then veers off.
216 INT. BRIDGE DILIGENT 216
Paladin is piloting the Diligent up toward the larger Kilrathi ship.
Marines, to your stations!
217 INT. BAY DILIGENT 217
The Marines, in pressure suits, lock and load their weapons, gather around the bay door.
PALADIN (O . S . )
As soon as you get in, go straight for the bridge. We've got to get control of that ship before they scuttle her.
218 INT. DILIGENT BLAIR'S GUN 218
A second Dralthi makes its attack run, cannons blazing. Blair tracks him and blasts him to fragments.
219 EXT. KILRATHI COMMUNICATIONS SHIP 219
The Diligent is alongside, inching closer to the upper deck. The Diligent's docking umbilical extends...
220 INT. BRIDGE DILIGENT 220
They can't use missiles, now. We're too close.
THEIR POV, through the window: A Dralthi fighter appears, heads straight for them.
He's going to ram us!
222 INT. DRALTHI COCKPIT 222
The Kilrathi, in an opaque space helmet, streaks in, the image of the Diligent reflected on his face plate.
222A INT. COCKPIT MANIAC
Maniac depresses his joystick.
Heads up, asshole!
222B INT. DRALTHI COCKPIT
The Kilrathi turns his head, sees Maniac's Rapier bearing down on him. HE can clearly see Maniac giving him the finger.
222C EXT. NEAR KILRATHI COMCON SHIP 222C
Maniac's Rapier collides with the Dralthi cockpit, SHEERING IT OFF NEATLY. The Dralthi spins wildly out of control and crashes into the Communications ship!
222D INT. COCKPIT - MANIAC 222D
Maniac's damaged Rapier shakes, rattle and rolls.
That's for you, Rosie.
227 EXT. KILRATHI COMCON SHIP 227
The Diligent's umbilical latches onto the Kilrathi ship.
228 INT. CORRIDOR KILRATHI SHIP 228
A section of wall glows white hot, exploding inwards! Revealing the Diligent's airlock which depressurizes and opens. Spacesuited Confed Marines come towards us in a surreal zero-g grace, and leading the charge...Deveraux!
229 INT. DILIGENT BLAIR'S GUNNERY STATION 229
BLAIR can hear radio crosstalk and sounds of battle as he scans his radar screen. MERLIN'S voice comes out of nowhere.
I'm picking up some strange electromagnetic emissions from the Kilrathi ship.
They're Pilgrim. The same ULF frequency I picked up earlier. This gets Blair's attention.
Deck two, aft section. The bridge.
BLAIR looks at the radar, considers, pulls out his Pilgrim cross, kisses it, places it on the outside of his suit. He attaches his helmet and grabs a weapon. As he exits the Diligent, he can see PALADIN and GERALD in the cockpit, their backs to him.
230 INT. CORRIDOR KILRATHI SHIP 230
Blair comes through the hole, weapon ready, swings into the corridor, and right into a Kilrathi! It's dead, floating gruesomely in the airless corridor.
I believe there's another way. To the right.
BLAIR, looks left, can just make out the signs of battle, weighs his options, goes right.
Inside of the Kilrathi ship is alien, hard, grotesque. Sharp angles and exposed tubes give it almost a predatory feel, like the lair of some jungle animal. He comes to an airlock. Hitting the pressure plate he steps inside. The green fog -like atmosphere that the Kilrathi breathe makes it difficult to see, makes the alien architecture creepy, gruesome. Blair switches his suit to thermal imaging.
BLAIR'S POV (THROUGH THERMAL IMAGER): Similar to normal vision except that forms are more defined, details less so. Anything "hot" is enhanced.
230A INT. CORRIDOR KILRATHI SHIP 230A
MARINES push forward hard towards a heavily defended hatch way. Air is alive with laser fire, the stink of cordite, and the oppressive feeling of death. Bodies, both Kilrathi and human, litter the deck. A Marine's hit, and DEVERAUX pulls him out of the line of fire.
234 INT. BRIDGE KILRATHI SHIP 234
Two Kilrathi warriors stand at the door, weapons ready. Behind them, a KILRATHI OFFICER prowls nervously, watches a bank of monitors which show the battle raging in the ship's corridors. He keys a code into the main console and glances at the big, RED BUTTON set in the center of the console.
233 INT. BRIDGE DILIGENT 233
Blair! Blair? Answer your station...
No answer. Gerald turns, looks down the long corridor to the gunnery station. Empty. To Paladin:
You should have never brought that half breed on this mission. His orders were to stay on this ship. Stay here. I'll find him.
GERALD locks his helmet in position, cocks his gun and heads for the air-lock Paladin looks worried.
233A INT. UNFAMILIAR CORRIDOR KILRATHI SHIP 233A
BLAIR's head appears from a lower deck. Cautious, he pans the area, climbs up to the deck. In Front of him is a hatchway. HE looks through the small window.
HIS POV: The Bridge. THE KILRATHI OFFICER'S fixated on the monitor. Slowly, he turns to an effigy of the god, Sivar, kneels before it. Then HE stands, walks towards the red button, hand raised.
BLAIR drops an explosive round into the grenade launcher section of his weapon, lines it on the door.
233B INT. BRIDGE KILRATHI SHIP 233B
The KILRATHI OFFICER utters a ritual phrase in Kilrathi. Subtitle's read: "I am honored to die for the glory of Kilrah, the Emperor, and the Empire."
Three Kilrathi react as the door's blown off its hinges! Thing spins into the room in an explosion of smoke steel. KILRATHI OFFICER recovers, brings a clawed hand down on the self- destruct button. He's blown back by a laser blast as BLAIR, weapon lined and firing, rolls in.
KILRATHI WARRIORS return fire! BLAIR has to dive away as the wall behind him is torn up. HE ends up on the other side of console.
WARRIORS close on him, weapons firing, slugs tearing into the console, ripping it to pieces.
BLAIR'S POV: Massive, armored feet closing on his position from both sides, flanking him.
Last second, he rolls under the console, pops up, fires point blank into the back of a Warrior's head. Blast spatters tissue and crimson fluid on the wall.
BLAIR snaps around, tries to line his weapon on the second Kilrathi. Too late. Thing's right there. An armored fist knocks Blair's weapon away. Backhand sends him spinning back. HE lands hard on the floor. WARRIOR looms over him, picks him up by his vest, lifts him off the floor, holds him up.
Four inch serrated claws appear in the thing's right hand. It cocks its arm, ready to strike...stops, lets Blair go, stumbles back.
Lodged in its chest is Blair's Pilgrim cross. BLAIR watches the thing fall to the floor.
BLAIR pulls the cross from dead Kilrathi, wipes the blade, puts it around his neck.
Thanks for the help.
I'm a hologram. Don't touch the red button.
BLAIR looks around the room. On the counter he dove behind, he sees a black box with a score of cables emanating from it, some leading to a monitor that is scrolling numbers. A piece of the door lies on top of the box, partially obscures it. He can see the letters NAV."
What the hell?
BLAIR pulls the piece of door away, sees the words PEGASUS NAVCOM A.I. stenciled on them.
They have the Charbydis jump coordinates, Merlin.
They have more than that. I'm picking up strong electromagnetic emissions from the panel to the right. It's a ULF signal. They're the Tiger Claw's coordinates.
BLAIR moves to the big communications panel, ponders the strange script and numerical readouts.
What's the source?
...The Tiger Claw.
A traitor on the Claw?
It gets worse. It's encrypted with an executive level code.
Who has access to those codes?
Only Sansky and Gerald.
Panel flashes, and suddenly, the code numbers and letters start to scroll by at increasing speed.
It just went from ULF to Ultra High Frequency. The Tiger Claw just became a beacon. Every Kilrathi ship in the sector will be able to find her.
BLAIR reacts to a sound, spins around, sees GERALD standing behind him, weapon lined.
"Every Kilrathi ship in the sector will be able to find her." You treacherous piece of Pilgrim garbage. I'd should feed you to these things.
Looks like you'll get your chance. They owe you a few favors, don't they Mr. Gerald.
GERALD crosses the deck in several long deliberate strides.
He smashes Blair across the side of the head with the butt of his weapons, sends Blair sprawling to the deck.
I believe you just called me traitor.
GERALD lines the weapon on Blair's head, pulls the slide back, motions to the panel with a nod.
Turn it off.
BLAIR looks at Gerald. If it's not him, then its....
A hallow, very human laugh cuts through the tension. Both men snap around, react at the sight of the Traitor, weapon lined.
Human fools. To think we came from you.
Jake? But the Pegasus? You're dead.
No....But you are. You all are.
His finger tenses on the trigger.
BLAIR lifts the cross from his chest, holds it high.
Where did you get that cross, boy?
BLAIR stands, cross held in front of him.
It was my mother's. I'm one of you, friend....A Pilgrim. The same blood runs through our veins.
TRAITOR studies Blair for a long moment, motions to Gerald.
When you look at that...thing, what do you feel?
BLAIR looks at Gerald with a dead and deadly expression.
...If you're a Pilgrim, prove it. Kill it.
BLAIR nods, reaches for his weapon.
With the blade, boy.
Slowly, Blair's hand moves away from the weapon. HE pulls the cross from his neck. A whooshing sound as the blade periscopes out. GERALD pulls an ugly looking fighting knife from his vest, assumes a fighting stance.
Come on, Pilgrim, pass your test.
BLAIR and GERALD circle one another, blades moving in slow, almost hypnotic patters. BLAIR feints left and Gerald tries to cut him. Blades spark. GERALD kicks Blair. Blow knocks Blair off balance, gives Gerald the advantage. HE swings, cuts Blair in the arm. Two men circle. Then GERALD makes a mistake: with a head fake, he stabs at Blair. BLAIR catches Gerald's arm, steps in, and in a classic jujitsu move, sweeps his legs out.
GERALD lands hard on his back, BLAIR standing over him, blade held high.
BLAIR brings the down. But instead of digging it into Gerald, he throws it.
Cross flies through the air, catches the Traitor in the arm, pins it to the wall.
With a scream, TRAITOR pulls his arm off the wall, blade still in it, tries to line the weapon. Too late. BLAIR and GERALD both have weapons. Together, they fire. Laser blasts hit the traitor in the chest, send him spinning back.
GERALD looks at BLAIR, nods. Together, they walk to the dying traitor. TRAITOR holds Blair's bloody cross up.
But the cross?
(Turning to Gerald.)
Now do you want to know who your traitor is?
Suddenly, the doors open and DEVERAUX and Marines enter.
You alright in here?
Secure the fuel cells. Blair and I have some business to take care of.
245 INT. SANSKY'S QUARTERS 245
Paladin and Gerald rush in, weapons drawn. Sansky is propped up in his bed, In his hand he holds SOMETHING.
You betrayed us...and me. Why?
Because, Paul, the stars are our destiny. And you tried to stand in the way of that destiny.
Your only destiny, old man, is death. You failed.
And his hands fall lifelessly to his side. PALADIN stoops over to pick it up.
CLOSE ON THE HOLO -PIC: It's the same graduation scene that we saw on Gerald's desk. But this time, we see Sansky standing at the Podium.
GERALD, staring at the dead Sansky, reacts to the intercom. Obutu's voice comes over:
Engineering reports that the Kilrathi fuel cells have been adapted. We have 60 percent power.
Very well. Take us out of the crater.
251 EXT. TIGER CLAW NEAR MOON 251
The Tiger Claw, firing on one ion engine, moves away from the moon crater.
250 INT. TIGER CLAW BRIDGE 250
GERALD and PALADIN stand, watch as the massive ship lifts up. BLAIR works on a shattered console.
Prepare a drone. Input the Kilrathi jump coordinates and send it through the Charbydis Quasar to Admiral Tolwyn.
With these, he'll be able to target the exact location of the Kilrathi jump entry. He'll smash them before they can get their weapons on line.
If he's there, Mr. Gerald. If he's there.
Sir, we have a problem. Drones are off line.
We'll have to take the Tiger Claw through the jump point.
Plot your course, Mr. Obutu.
OBUTU bangs at his navigational computer. Nothing happens.
Sir, the NAVCOM A.I. is down. Executive over ride.
Sansky. Without those coordinates, Tolwyn doesn't have a chance. They've got too much firepower.
We'll have to send a fighter through.
Impossible. There are over a thousand singularities in that Quasar. To jump it would be suicide without NAVCOM coordinates.
Looking at Blair.
We don't need a NAVCOM, Mr. Gerald. We have a Pilgrim with the gift. Mr. Blair, you will navigate the Quasar. Deveraux will accompany you.
BLAIR looks at Paladin.
Paladin, it's one in a million who can jump a Quasar.
Looks like you just won the lottery.
You can't know he has the capacity.
BLAIR fingers for his cross. Except it's not there. HE shakes his head.
...He's right. I don't have the faith.
It's not about faith, Blair. It's about genetics. A single marker attached to a single gene. It's the capacity to feel magnetic fields. And you do have it. But if you believe you need faith...
PALADIN reaches into his tunic, pulls a cross from under his vest -a Pilgrim Cross. GERALD reacts.
HE tosses the cross to Blair. BLAIR looks at it.
Why didn't you tell me?
You didn't ask.
Two men's eyes hold for a long time.
Long range scanners are picking up Kilrathi ships, sir. Looks like a destroyer and a cruiser.
We'll create the diversion, son. Get those coordinates to Tolwyn.
252 INT. FLIGHT DECK TIGER CLAW 252
DEVERAUX'S climbing into her Rapier as BLAIR moves down the flight line. He stops when he hears a familiar voice: Hunter's:
BLAIR turns to Hunter, ready for a confrontation.
I heard what you did on that Kilrathi ship. We all heard. You can fly my wing any time.
HUNTER extends a hand. BLAIR nods, takes it. As BLAIR walks down the flight line, each surviving member of the wing nods to him, shakes his hand. BLAIR stops by Maniac. MANIAC smiles. BLAIR'S about to speak when Maniac holds up a hand.
Don't say anything. I want to remember your pretty face just like this. See you on the other side, bro.
He bangs fists with Blair, and BLAIR swings into his cockpit. Canopy lowers. Both fighters are firing their engines up. Sound is deafening. Both salute the deck officer...
253 EXT. TIGER CLAW 253
Blair and Deveraux's fighters launch into the void, swing left towards the asteroid fields, the Tiger Claw turning to the right.
Further out: Empty space... Then a long, large missile with a warhead materializes as if from nowhere. It adjusts course, AIMS AT THE TIGER CLAW in the distance, vanishes.
255 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW
A loud klaxon goes off.
I have a bogie, vector 197 mark 3....Now it's gone.
It's a Skipper missile. We only pick it up when it de- cloaks to take a radar fix. Estimated time till impact?
Nine minutes, sir.
256 INT. COCKPITS BLAIR & DEVERAUX 256
The two pilots streak into the blackness of space.
I've got a strong signal, at ten o'clock. Now it's vanished.
It's a Skipper missile. Shit. The only thing that can kill it is a star fighter in visual contact. And that's me!
And with that Deveraux banks hard right.
Hey, what are you doing?
Stay on course, Blair. Get through that jump point!
What about our orders? Angel? Angel?
257 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 257
Our shields are too weak to take a direct hit.
It's in Blair and Deveraux's hands now.
258 EXT. SPACE SKIPPER MISSILE 258
The Skipper missile "cloaks" in, re- adjusts it's course one more time and then disappears... A moment later, Deveraux's Rapier appears, afterburners kicking in, and streaking after the now invisible missile.
259 INT. COCKPIT DEVERAUX 259
Her HEADS UP DISPLAY shows nothing. DEVERAUX
260 THROUGH COCKPIT PLEXIGLAS 260
The Skipper missile de- cloaks and reappears, slightly off to her right. She veers, FIRING HER LASER CANNONS . The Skipper once again "CLOAKS" AND VANISHES, but Deveraux continues to lead it, FIRING ALONG ITS TRAJECTORY.
Angel! You're too close! Back off!
Suddenly, there is a FLASH OF FIRE, and the Skipper decloaks and reappears, SPINNING LIKE A CORKSCREW, BREAKING UP. Deveraux banks hard and veers away.
261 EXT. SPACE SKIPPER MISSILE 261
Moments later, the Skipper missile EXPLODES, throwing an eerie, visible shock wave that CATCHES DEVERAUX'S RAPIER.
262 INT. COCKPIT DEVERAUX 262
The Rapier begins coming apart. Deveraux EJECTS!
263 EXT. SPACE BLAIR'S RAPIER 263
...slowly approaches the debris of the destroyed Rapier, and FIRES RETRO JETS, as it pulls alongside the tumbling ejection pod. Retros fire on the pod, stabilizing it. Blair's cockpit is only yards from Deveraux in the pod. They look at each other across the void.
264 INT. COCKPIT BLAIR 264
He looks out over the empty space between them and the tiny point of light that is the Tiger Claw.
You got it.
265 INTERCUT BETWEEN BLAIR AND DEVERAUX'S COCKPITS.
She shakes her head.
It got me.
Hang on. I'm going to tractor you back to the ship.
No! Go on. We can't both disobey orders.
You'll be out of air in an hour. You're going back to the ship.
You disobey my direct order and I'll have you court martialed, Blair.
Like I care, Angel.
Then care about the billions of men and women and children who are going to die if the fleet doesn't get the Kilrathi jump coordinates.
Blair falls silent. She knows she's won. Their faces are only feet apart, separated by the cockpits.
You've gotta go. You know that.
(choking with emotion)
You're all right, Angel. I guess you know that...
She smiles ruefully, then pulls her glove off and puts a hand up on the Plexiglas.
You, too, Pilgrim.
There is a last moment... then Blair fires his retros and eases slowly away from her as she watches. A last look, and Blair ignites his engines. The Rapier streaks away. The back wash rocks Deveraux's pod. She's already cold, and begins to shiver.
266 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 266
The Radar Man looks up from his scope.
No sign of the Skipper missile. One of the Rapiers must have shot it down.
Where are they now?
One continuing on course... and one beacon signal from an ejection pod....
Kilrathi ships are closing.
So what now?
What now, Mister Gerald? Now we make the Kilrathi on those ships sorry they were ever born!
The klaxons sound, and people jump to their stations on the bridge.
267 INT. COCKPIT BLAIR 267
Blair eases around a large asteroid. Through the canopy, he can just see the Kilrathi cruiser and a destroyer moving slowly through the asteroid field. When they pass, he ignites his engines, and blasts away, weaving around asteroids as he goes.
269 INT. FLIGHT DECK TIGER CLAW 269
Maniac sits in his Rapier, salutes the deck control officer, and blasts into space.
270 INT. BRIDGE - TIGER CLAW 270
All fighters away.
Kilrathi cruiser and destroyer are in missile range. They're launching.
Open fire, Mister Gerald.
Aye, aye, sir.
All batteries, fire as she bears!
They watch as missiles flair out into space.
271 INT. EJECTION POD DEVERAUX
The reflection of the great battle flashes on the Plexiglas as Deveraux watches.
REVERSE ANGLE: The great ships are like tiny toys, the fighters specks of light as they corkscrew and plunge. The blackness is illuminated with lasers and torpedoes exploding against the shields. The Kilrathi destroyer TAKES A TORPEDO IN ITS STERN, catches fire, begins to drift.
DEVERAUX shivers in the cold, her breath condensing on the Plexiglas. She wipes the mist away, breathing with difficulty, and continues to watch.
274 INT. COCKPIT BLAIR 274
Blair is watching his heads up display intently. Behind it, is the swirling, angry mass of the Charbydis Quasar.
Merlin, check my coordinates.
Coordinates A -okay, boss. Three minutes to jump.
Firing jump drive.
He flicks a switch. There is an enormous six g jolt.
275 EXT. BLAIR'S RAPIER
The fighter transforms into a streak of light.
276 EXT. TIGER CLAW & KILRATHI CRUISER
The two ships are in close proximity, now, firing weapons, trying to batter down each others shields.
277 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 277
The Kilrathi cruiser is clearly visible coming head on.
What tac, sir?
Steady on, Mister Gerald. Make them be the first to blink.
Through the bridge windows, The Kilrathi cruiser appears larger and larger.
279 INT. COCKPIT BLAIR 279
The Rapier begins to shimmy and shake.
Ninety seconds to Jump point. But you're drifting off course.
The quasar's gravity is affecting you Shut up, or I'll shut you off.
The Rapier begins to shake like it's going to come apart.
280 EXT. BEHIND JOVIAN PLANET MOON 280
The Kilrathi admiral's flagship, the Snakeir, fires its massive ion engines and drifts from behind the shadow of the moon.
281 INT. BRIDGE SNAKEIR 281
The murky green atmosphere allows only silhouettes as Kilrathi move about. The Kilrathi Captain approaches the Admiral's chair.
A manned Confederation fighter is approaching the quasar jump point, Admiral. We're not in position to intercept.
He's going to warn the Confed fleet of our jump coordinates. Follow him. Instruct all ships to mark our course and follow us through. Sixty second intervals.
283 EXT. SNAKEIR 283
The giant ship turns, and accelerates, following a distant speck of light... Blair's Rapier.
284 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 284
To the relief of everyone on the bridge, the Kilrathi cruiser veers right.
She's changing course!
Mister Gerald, prepare to lower our shield. Starboard missile battery, prepare to fire!
Sir, the missile guidance systems won't activate at this range.
They won't need to. Arm warheads!
285 INT. MISSILE ROOM TIGER CLAW
Men and women lock and load missiles, preparing to fire.
286 INT. FLIGHT DECK TIGER CLAW
Peterson and his crew brace themselves.
287 INT. COCKPIT BLAIR
The shaking is infernal.
Light speed mach point eight two. Twenty seconds to jump. Can you do it?
(Distorted by the shaking.)
Only one way to find out.
(Closes his eyes.)
Coordinates: 1 7 2 9 4 mark 3 3 4 8 vector 4 4 2 7 1 angle of attack 6 3 9 5 6 1 by 3 2 4 9....
HE closes his eyes.
288 EXT. TIGER CLAW & KILRATHI CRUISER 288
The Kilrathi pour cannon fire onto the Tiger Claw's shield as the two great ships come abreast of each other.
289 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 289
The ship is rocking with shock waves.
Lower shields. Give `em a broadside, Mister Gerald!
290 INT. MISSILE ROOM TIGER CLAW 290
The missile room crew, fire their salvo, even as they are rocked by explosions from the cannon fire.
291 EXT. MANIAC'S RAPIER 291
Maniac blows a last Krant escort out of the air and turns upside down to avoid the fireball. Then he stares at the sight below him.
And they say I'm crazy.
292 TIGER CLAW AND KILRATHI CRUISER 292
A DOZEN GUIDED MISSILES streak from the Tiger Claw's battery as they bear on the cruiser, each striking the cruiser, piercing the shield, and EXPLODING AGAINST THE HULL!
A missile finds the Kilrathi bridge and destroys it. The cruiser rolls over and 'capsizes" as its stern clears the devastating field of fire...
The Tiger Claw pulls clear as the Kilrathi ship is SHATTERED BY A SERIES OF EXPLOSIONS, finally disintegrating in the void.
293 INT. COCKPIT BLAIR 293
The vibration is accompanied by a strange noise. BLAIR continues to spout numbers: 4,7,5,5,3,9,9...as MERLIN counts down the seconds to jump.
Five seconds to jump. Four, three, two. Suddenly, time and motion stop. All is silence.
294 INT. TIGER CLAW BRIDGE & VARIOUS STATIONS 294
As one, officers and crew of the Tiger Claw scream, cheer, hug one another.
294A EXT. EARTH'S SOLAR SYSTEM 294A
Placid, calm. We can clearly see our system's nine planets, with Earth, blue, lush, alive...vulnerable, spinning in the distance.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of light, and Blair's Rapier appears, blasts past us, jump drive engines glowing.
296 INT. COCKPIT BLAIR 296
Blair is ecstatic.
We did it! We did it! I love this baby! She held together.
I'm not sure I did.
Blair flicks his radio switch.
Lieutenant Christopher Blair of the Tiger Claw calling any Confed Ship. A Kilrathi battle group has the Charbydis jump coordinates. They will breach at 167 mark 889, Sol system. Repeat, 167 mark 889, Sol system. Do you read?
Check your frequencies for any sign of the Confed fleet.
Nothing. Wait a minute. Check behind us.
Space, where Blair had been a moment before: A second, bigger, flash of light and the gigantic Snakeir appears through the warp in the time space continuum.
Kilrathi capital ship... Snakeir class. They came through the jump point.
298 INT. COCKPIT BLAIR 298
Blair pounds the instrument panel in frustration.
Shit! We're too late!
299 EXT. CONCORDIA BEHIND PLUTO 299
The giant carrier gleams in the dull reflection from the planet. In the distance, other fleet ships hover silently.
300 INT. BRIDGE CONCORDIA 300
Bellegarde approaches Tolwyn.
Com. room reports faint message in clear from a Lieutenant Blair. He's broadcasting the Kilrathi jump coordinates.
Blair? Like father, like son.
Should we respond, sir?
Identifying Confed Rapier, heading toward Earth at LSM point nine. He's being followed by something massive, Admiral. Looks like a Snakeir.
Permission to intercept it, Admiral?
No. We wait.
The Snakeir will overtake Blair's fighter.
Sir, if we don't intercept, the Snakeir will reach earth orbit before us. The casualties could be significant.
I'm bloody well aware of that, Richard. All ships are to hold their positions, and target those jump coordinates.
If we jump him, we'd be out of position when the Kilrathi fleet comes through...
We're after bigger game than the Snakeir. We need a resounding victory, or this war is over...
For that, I have to risk the lives of innocent civilians and one very brave young lieutenant...
301 EXT. BLAIR'S RAPIER 301
The Rapier streaks past. Well behind it, a large object is following, the Kilrathi Snakeir.
303 INT. COCKPIT BLAIR 303
Blair keeps trying to raise someone on the radio.
Blair to Confed Fleet. Do you read me? Kilrathi capital ship has penetrated the quasar jump point and is in Earth space. Copy!
Finally, he gives up.
They aren't in radio range. Earth will never see the Kilrathi coming.
I knew this was all going to end horribly... Did I mention we'll be in range of the Snakeir guns in ten minutes.
At least they can't launch torpedoes at this speed.
There is a LOUD RHYTHMIC BEEPING. Blair sits up, scans his heads up display.
There! Dead ahead. It's the fleet signaling. They've heard us!
Blair to Confed fleet. Kilrathi capital ship on my course, aft of my position! Confed fleet, do you read me?
But the beeping continues, louder. Blair stares at the screen.
Only one ship. But it's huge.
It isn't a ship. Check your scanners. Blair turns on his telescopic scanner. Space shimmers, then he sees the warning beacon marking Scylla, the gravity well the Diligent negotiated on its way to the Tiger Claw. Behind it, space seems to shimmer.
All we need, Scylla. "Bane to sailors and monster of myth."
304 EXT. TIGER CLAW ULYSSES CORRIDOR 304
Amidst the debris of the battle, the Tiger Claw with its meager fighter escort changes course.
305 INT. BRIDGE TIGER CLAW 305
Obutu reports to Paladin.
We're hove to for repair inspection, sir.
What about that locator beacon from the Rapier pod?
Nothing sir. Lost contact during the battle.
We've lost too many good pilots today. Have the Diligent prepared for launch. I'm going to look for that pod.
Aye, aye, sir.
Paladin grimly walks from the bridge.
306 EXT. BLAIR'S RAPIER 306
The Rapier, seen from behind, is still on course toward Scylla. Not very far behind it, the immense Snakeir.
307 INT. COCKPIT BLAIR 307
Blair sweats over the controls. There is an urgent alarm jangling his nerves further.
In case the alarms didn't cue you you'll be past the Point of No Return of Scylla in ninety seconds. It's gravitational field will tear us to pieces.
Solutions, Merlin! Not more problems.
Blair blinks hard at the scanner scope and the large, swirling whirlpool of distorted space -time ahead. Then it dawns on him.
How much does a Snakeir weigh?
Two hundred thousand tons, give or take a few thousand.
Blair does a quick calculation, then flips on the afterburners. Another flashing WARNING LIGHT immediately illuminates on his heads up screen, as he is thrown back in his seat.
What are you doing? The after burners will use up our last fuel. And we're still headed for that thing...
308 INT. BRIDGE SNAKEIR 308
The Kilrathi Captain reports to the Admiral.
Planetary torpedoes online. We will be in range in forty minutes. There is no response to the Rapier's transmissions. Sivar smiles on us. The surprise is total.
An alarm goes off. Through the dense green atmosphere, A KILRATHI RADAR TECH growls his report.
The Rapier is homing in on a beacon signal. It could be a Confederation guidance buoy.
Or a capital ship. Identify and report. Full battle stations.
Other alarms go off in the Kilrathi ship. On the Admiral's INFRARED MONITOR, he watches the Rapier -a tiny speckhead for the beacon.
309 INT. COCKPIT BLAIR 309
It seems like half the alarm systems in the cockpit are buzzing or flashing. Blair's concentration is total, his face dripping with sweat.
Kilrathi radar locked on. Ten seconds to the Point of No Return... and you're almost out of fuel. You won't be able to turn.
Give me a count.
Blair jerks the joystick hard right.
310 EXT. BLAIR'S RAPIER
Banks hard, afterburners glowing and roaring, and veers away from Scylla.
311 INT. COCKPIT BLAIR
We're not going to break free of the gravity well! We don't have enough fuel!
Actually, I lied.
You've got ten more seconds of thrust.
The Rapier shimmies like a tuning fork, engines roaring. Then, with a last jerk, she hurtles free of the gravity well's gravitational pull.
312 EXT. BLAIR'S RAPIER 312
The fighter rockets away at a ninety degree angle from Scylla.
313 INT. BRIDGE - SNAKEIR 313
The Admiral continues to peer at his scanners.
The Rapier has veered away. Confederation ship, dead ahead.
That isn't a ship! Hard to port! Reverse all thrusters!
314 EXT. SNAKEIR 314
The long ship tries to turn, but she has far too much inertia TO VEER AWAY FROM SCYLLA, as the tiny Rapier has done.
315 INT. COCKPIT BLAIR
Blair's engines sputter and die.
We're out of fuel.
He looks at the Snakeir.
The Kilrathi's too heavy. Scylla's got her.
316 INT. BRIDGE SNAKEIR 316
The bridge, still shrouded in its murky atmosphere, is listing. Scylla, her great shimmering maw glistening in space, appears on the starboard side.
All engines full!
The engine noise raises to a deafening roar, but the great ship continues to drift toward Scylla. The Admiral realizes all is lost.
But Sivar chose us...
Every object in the Kilrathi bridge begins to warp and distort. The Kilrathi, mere silhouettes in the murk, are themselves stretched, and pulled, screeching in pain and horror.
317 EXT. SNAKEIR AND SCYLLA 317
The Kilrathi ship is pulled completely around, then seems to STRETCH, THEN CRACK, AND PULL APART, forming A LONG DEBRIS TRAIL that extends toward the gravity well.
318 EXT. EARTH'S SOLAR SYSTEM JUMP POINT 318
From nowhere, a huge Fralthi appears. But several moments later, it receives DIRECT HITS from a dozen cannon blasts. REVERSE ANGLE: The Confed fleet, in attack formation, launches A HALF- DOZEN TORPEDOES. The powerful cannon fire pummels the Kilrathi ship before it can react.
RESUME JUMP POINT: The Kilrathi carrier breaks apart, and explodes. A second, smaller ship appears. It too is destroyed in the ambush.
321 EXT. CONCORDIA SOLAR SYSTEM / JUMP POINT 321
The great ship seems surrounded by a fireworks display as it fires torpedoes and missiles, and uses its massive cannon array.
322 INT. BRIDGE CONCORDIA 322
Bellegarde approaches Tolwyn, who watches grimly.
The Kilrathi fleet is coming through the jump point one ship at a time, Admiral. They have no chance to defend themselves or warn the ships behind.
And the Snakeir?
She's disappeared from our scanners.
Launch two Rapier wings and a squadron of Broadswords. We've got to find her.
Aye, aye, sir.
323 EXT. BLAIR'S RAPIER 323
The darkened fighter tumbles slowly through space. Off, way in the distance we can see Earth. Safe, at least for now.
324 INT. COCKPIT - BLAIR 324
All the instruments are dark. Blair trembles violently.
Hey, you were right all along.
Merlin appears in hologram.
Merlin has a change of character a sudden burst compassion in his circuitry.
Don't say that. You're a fighter. So fight! We're going to make it.
Cold got to you Merlin? You sound downright optimistic.
Let's just call it intuition...
Suddenly, the Rapier is jolted.
What the hell...?
325 EXT. RAPIER & BROADSWORD
A Broadsword bomber has captured the drifting Rapier in its tractor beam.
Or a working array of scanners.
A strong spotlight illuminates Blair inside the cockpit. As Blair looks up, the bomber pilot salutes him. With badly trembling hand, Blair grins and returns the salute.
325A EXT. TIGER CLAW EARTH SPACE 325A
The battered old lady sits in low earth orbit, the blue planet spinning gracefully below her.
329 INT. FLIGHT DECK TIGER CLAW 329
Force field is up and we can see Earth. All available Tiger Claw officers and crew are at attention. BLAIR, in full dress whites, stands by a podium, a Marine honor guard flanking him. Admiral's gig is to the left.
TOLWYN, PALADIN next to him with a small white box, stands in front of Blair; GERALD to the right.
I have been an officer in the Confederation Navy for twenty -seven years and I have never been prouder of a ship, its crew, or of an officer. Thank you.
TOLWYN takes full Lieutenant's bars from Paladin's box, pins them on Blair's shoulders. Both senior officers salute Blair. BLAIR returns the salute.
(With a big grin.)
Lieutenant, you may join your unit.
Aye, aye, sir.
Blair walks down the line of white clad officers, toward the ranks of pilots. Maniac, still at attention, smirks at him. Then... Blair stops. Deveraux stands before him in her dress whites, eyes straight ahead, but nervous. Blair goes up to her, salutes stiffly, fighting tears. She salutes him.
Blair falls in among the remaining pilots.
Mister Gerald, I'm returning the command of this ship to you. You may dismiss the officers and crew.
Aye, aye, Commodore.
Paladin and Tolwyn begin walking slowly up the ramp to the Admiral's gig.
MANIAC, unable to contain himself, takes off his hat and bellows:
Three cheers for the Commodore!
WIDER: As one voice, the ships entire complement enter into a rousing three "hip -hip, hurrahs ". Then, hundreds of white hats sail high into the air and the cheering becomes general. And so it is only Paladin, who turns and notices, lost in the general jubilation, BLAIR AND DEVERAUX locked in a hug that becomes an embrace, that becomes a kiss.