0010 (Wing Commander Prophecy cutscene)

0010
Production	Wing Commander Prophecy
Type	Plot
Series	Introduction
Disc	CD1
Run Time	7m24s
Previous	0002
Scenes	1-3
Locations	Kilrathi Temple, Space (Nephele), Flight Deck

0010 is a cutscene from Wing Commander Prophecy. It is part of the introductory series of cutscenes. It shows the Kilrathi prophecy, the arrival of the Nephilim and Lance Casey and Max Garrett's arrival on the TCS Midway.

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Transcript

KILRATHI PRIESTESS: During the reign of the Ancient Ones, Sivar himself appeared in a vision to the First Prophetess of Kilrah. His words are recorded in the Tome of Sivar. There shall come a time when one who has the heart of a Kilrathi, but is not Kilrathi born, shall rain cleansing fire down upon us. And Kn'Thrak, a time of great darkness, shall embrace us.

TCS DEVEREAUX: Drop team, this is Devereaux. We are on an intercept course with contact Sierra-37.

MURDOCH: Yeah. Roger that, Devereaux. Looks good here. You should be getting a strong signal. Preliminary scan shows high concentration of Borenium and Kilrantium.

TCS DEVEREAUX: Moving into position. We are charging the core. Coring commencing. All clear. Stand by, Priest is coming out to give you a hand.

DROP TWO: Oh great, "His Majesty" is coming to join us.

PRIEST: I heard that.

MURDOCH: Ah, never mind her, Priest.

PRIEST: Never do, Drop One. Hey Devereaux, I'm picking up a new reading on my grid.

TCS DEVEREAUX: We see it, Three. Better check it out.

PRIEST: Roger that, Devereaux. I'm hit! I'm hit! Devereaux! Dev...

TCS DEVEREAUX: Three... are --(static)-- you receiving me...? (static)

KILRATHI PRIESTESS: Death itself shall pour forth, obscuring the stars in a veil of darkness. Theirs is the claw that tears flesh from bone.

PRIEST: (scream)

KILRATHI PRIESTESS: Theirs is the poisoned fang.

TCS DEVEREAUX: Mayday! This is the research vessel Devereaux.

KILRATHI PRIESTESS: Their number shall rend the universe barren and crush the breath from our clans. We shall be bathed in our own blood and rotted flesh shall be our fare. With a deafening thunder shall the dark age begin.

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CASEY: C'mon Maestro, lost your touch? I've been ahead of you since the last jump point.

MAESTRO: Watch and learn from the Maestro himself!

ANDERSON: Incoming Piranhas, this is the TCS Midway. Reduce speed to zero-six-zero and set approach vector to B-44.

MAESTRO: Take us around back, Casey.

ANDERSON: Welcome to the Midway. You are cleared for landing.

CASEY: Just hope they got all the bugs worked out.

MAESTRO: Relax, Confed hasn't seen any action in years.

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MAESTRO: This is it, Casey, the big time!

CASEY: Great. Our first duty: ferrying Piranhas to some hi-tech bucket of bolts in the middle of nowhere.

MAESTRO: Don't worry about it, little man. I've brought something here to pass the long, cold nights like a breeze. Especially with the right company, if you know what I mean. Let's see, I got it somewhere... No. Yes!

CASEY: Altairian Brandy? That's contraband! Where did you get it?

MAESTRO: It's a diplomatic perk. I borrowed it from the Consulate General's private reserve.

CASEY: Well, put it away, Stupe, before we end up in the brig.

MAESTRO: What are you worried about, Stupe? This isn't like flight school anymore.

STILETTO: TEN-HUT!

CASEY: Uh oh.

MAESTRO: SHHHHH!! (groans)

STILETTO: Second Lieutenants Casey and Garrett, I presume?

MAESTRO: Maestro.

STILETTO: Maestro? Okay, Maestro. I'm First Lieutenant Jean Talvert, callsign Stiletto. I'm acting commander of the Diamondback Squadron: your initial assignment here on the Midway.

MAESTRO: (whisper) How'd a First Lieutenant like her get to rate an entire squadron?

STILETTO: Because I'm that good, Mr. Garrett. Hmmm, apparently your reputation preceeds you. It seems the CAG would like to discuss that little incident with the Altairian Consulate's daughter.

CASEY: So, it really was his private reserve.

MAESTRO: Shut up!

STILETTO: And you, Mr. Casey. If you think that having a famous father is going to cut you any slack around here, you're dead wrong.

CASEY: With all due respect, I'm here on my own merits.

STILETTO: Let's hope so, because around here you live or die by your flight stats. Understood?

CASEY: I did get the highest scores of any cadet at the Academy.

MAESTRO: He did.

STILETTO: And the most demerits, according to your record. Listen, this is a make or break shakedown cruise for us. I don't have time to play babysitter. Got it? Now get yourselves registered on the system. And stow this swag before the CAG sees it. You're in enough trouble as it is.

MAESTRO: That went well. Didn't it? Welcome to the Midway. I think she liked me.

CASEY: You think?

MAESTRO: Yeah, I think the lieutenant liked me. Stilleto... Stilleto... I wonder what that means?

Characters

Speaking

• Kilrathi Priestess
• TCS Devereaux Communications
• Murdoch
• Drop Two
• Priest
• 1st Lieutenant Liam Anderson
• 1st Lieutenant Jean "Stiletto" Talvert
• 2nd Lieutenant Lance Casey
• 2nd Lieutenant Max "Maestro" Garrett

Vehicles

• TCS Devereaux
• TOBY drone (3)
• Kraken
• F-106 Piranha (2)
• TCS Midway

Translations

Wing Commander Prophecy's cutscenes were dubbed for the German release.

German

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DVD

A DVD version of Wing Commander Prophecy was developed but not released. It contained almost every cutscene from the CD-ROM release. Mark Day has provided a copy.

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GBA Port

Destination Software has released a video showing the GameBoy Advance version of Wing Commander Prophecy's introduction. The GBA port renders the game's cutscenes in-engine.

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Script

Shooting Script

A Wing Commander Prophecy Absolute Very Last Ultimate Final Draft Script dated April 30, 1997 and used during the game's shooting has been provided by Adam Foshko.

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EXT. SPACE -- G'MARRA SYSTEM

Two Piranhas scream into frame. They're piloted by LANCE CASEY
and MAESTRO, newly graduated cadets from the Confed Flight
Academy.

CAPTION: Nephele System.

CASEY

(V.0.)

C'mon, Maestro, lost your touch?

MAESTRO

(V.0.)

Just limbering up, pal.

They bob and weave in the blackness, trying to outrun each
other.

CASEY

(V.0.)

I've been ahead of you since tre

last jump point.

MAESTRO

(V.0.)

Watch and learn from the Maestro

himself.

Maestro accelerates, moving dangerously close to Casey.

CASEY

(V.0.)

Ooooohh...can't beat me that easy!

Casey pours it on and leaves Maestro in the dust as the first
distant glimpse of a Confed carrier appears on the black
horizon.

ANDERSON

(V.0.)

Incoming Piranhas, this is the TCS

Midway. You are entering

restricted Confed military space.

Reduce speed to zero-six-zero and

set approach vector to E-44. Do

you copy?

CASEY

(V.0.)

Awww, it was just getting

interesting. (beat) Midway we read

you. Reducing speed and adjusting

vector for approach.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED

MAESTRO

(V.0.)

Take us around back, Casey. I've

been looking forward to this for a

long time.

CASEY

(V.0.)

You act like teenager on a first

date.

The space fighters bank and turn.

CASEY

(V.0.)

Wow, lock at her! (beat) I just

hope they got all the bugs worked

cut.

MAESTRO

Relax. Except for routine tours,

Confed hasn't seen any action in

years.

EXT. SPACE --MIDWAY

Glory approach of the two fighters.

ANDERSON

(V.0.)

Welcome to the Midway. You are

cleared for landing.

They land their ships on the FLIGHT DECK.

INT. FLIGHT DECK

Casey and Maestro walk away from their fighters, flight bags in
hand, heading towards the DECONTAMINATION CHUTE.

MAESTRO

This is it, Case, the big time.

CASEY

Great, our first duty--ferrying

Piranhas to some hi-tech bucket of

bolts in a jerkwater system.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED

MAESTRO

Perspective, Mr. Casey. I've

brought something that'll make the

long cold nights here breeze by,

especially with the right

company...

Maestro produces a bottle.

CASEY

Altairian Brandy! Isn't that

contraband? Where'd you get it?

MAESTRO

Call it a diplomatic perk. From

the Consulate General's privat

reserve.

CASEY

Well, put it away, Stoop, before we

end up in the brig.

MAESTRO

What are you worried about, Casey?

This ain't flight school anymore.

He begins to pack the bottle back into his bag on the deck.

STILETTO (OS)

TEN-HUT!

They stand abruptly. Maestro's bag falls open and the bottle
rolls forward across the floor- -onlyto be stopped by a black
boot. A hand reaches down and picks up the bottle. They follow
it from the boot...into the eyes of STILETTO. She studies the
bottle for a moment.

STILETTO

Second Lieutenants Casey and

Garrett, I presume.

Casey nods.

STILETTO

First Lieutenant Jean Talvert,

cailsign Stiletto. I'm acting

commander of the Diamondback

Sauadron...your initial assignment

here on the Midway.

She glances down at her hand-held ICIS, checking their orders.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: (2)

MAESTRO

(aside to Casey)

How'd a First Lieutenant rate a

whole squadron?

STILETTO

(not looking up)

Because I'm that good, Mr. Garrett.

(something catches her

eye on the ICIS)

Apparently your reputation proceeds

you. It seems the CAG would like

to discuss that little incident

with the Aitairian Consulate's

daughter.

CASEY

(aside to Maestro)

So, it really was his private

reserve?!

Eyes cold, Stiletto turns her attention to Casey.

STILETTO

And you...Mr. Casey, if you think

that having a famous father will

cut you any slack around here,

you're dead wrong.

CASEY

Respectfully, I'm here on my own

merits.

STILETTO

Let's hope so, because around here

you live or die by your flight

stats. Understood?

CASEY

I collected the highest scores of

any cadet at the Academy--

She cocks an eyebrow.

CASEY

--Sir.

STILETTO

Along with the most demerits, as I

understand it?

(she moves closer)

This is a make or break shakedown

cruise for us...

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: (3)

STILETTO (Cont'd)

and I don't have time to play

babysitter. Got it? Now get

yourselves registered on the system

and--

(she tosses Maestro the

bottle; he almost

drops it)

--stow this swag before the CAG

sees it. You're in enough trouble

as it is.

Stiletto shoots them a hard glare, but almost smiles to herself
as she turns and walks off.

CASEY

Well...that went well.

MAESTRO

Welcome to the Midway.

Main credits end. Casey just shakes his head and turns to log
in to the system. He hits a few switches on the console.

(CG: Console screen comes to life.)

Casey logs in.

12/18/96 Draft

A Wing Commander Prophecy First Draft Script dated December 18, 1996 has been provided by Billy Cain.

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PROLOGUE

fade in:

EXT. SPACE - ASTEROID FIELD

CAPTION UP reads: Kilrah System. Hold on the vast, seemingly
endless field for a moment, then a huge, tumbling ASTEROID
appears from BEHIND CAMERA.

Track with the enormous rock until it is suddenly bathed in the GLOW
of a TRACTOR BEAM, freezing it in place. As a BRILLIANT LASER hacks
into the asteroid, we REVEAL...

THE DEVERAUX (BEGIN CREDITS)

A LARGE RESEARCH VESSEL. It cuts into the asteroid with an ore laser,
exposing a wide gash of glittering, glowing substrata. After several
layers are ripped away, the laser disengages and backs off. We HEAR:

DEVERAUX'S CAPTAIN (VO)

Initial recovery phase complete. Begin core extraction.

SEVERAL SMALLER VESSELS

Close in to pick at the tumbling rock with their grabber arms like
eager crustaceans. We hear comm chatter from the various pilots...

VARIOUS ND PILOTS (VO)

Initiating core sample extraction... specimen analysis proceeding as
per -- watch out!

A chunk of the asteroid breaks off, spinning away. The smaller
vessels scatter, barely avoiding collision.

ON THE DEVERAUX'S BELLY

A hatch opens, another SMALL VESSEL drops into view...

DEVERAUX'S CAPTAIN (VO)

Launching pursuit team. Good hunting, people.

... and zips off after the runaway asteroid. GO TO:

INT. SMALL SHIP - PURSUING ASTEROID CHUNK

Packed with instrumentation; there is barely enough room for its two
person (human) crew, MONROE (female, 38, sharp, knowledgeable) and
O'NEIL (48, balding, and a longtime colleague.) Sunlight pours
through the craft's forward observation dome; illuminating their
faces.

O'Neil

She's coming up fast.

Monroe

(all business)
Tap reverse thrusters; deploy manipulator arm.

EXT. SPACE - THE SMALL VESSEL AND THE RUNAWAY ASTEROID

As it approaches the tumbling chunk and latches onto it with an
articulating claw.

INT. SMALL SHIP - MONROE AND O'NEIL

Tapping controls with smooth, practiced movements.

O’Neil

Gotcha.

MONROE

Time to take her home --

She breaks off as an INTENSE RED GLOW suddenly pours through the
forward dome.

EXT. SPACE - THE SHATTERED REMAINS OF KILRAH

The semi-exposed core of the planet still glows with internal
radiation, while some of the magma remains flash frozen in the cold
of space, creating a grotesque but fascinating sculpture of
destruction, surrounded by slowly spinning asteroids.

The small ship flies through the shot; the shattered heart of Kilrah
dwarfing it.

INT. SMALL SHIP - MONROE AND O'NEIL

Their faces bathed in the dead planet's RED GLOW. O'Neil is pale.
Monroe manages a smile.

MONROE

Relax, O'Neil. Kilrah is a dead planet; she can't hurt you.

O'NEIL

But the Kilrathi can. You think the Sivar Renegades like the idea of
grave robbers picking through the bones of their home world?

MONROE

(heated)
First of all, we're not grave robbers; we're scientists. And second -
- the nearest Renegades are at least two jumps away --

Their sensor panels suddenly light up like a Christmas tree. O'Neil
reacts to the data on his console...

O'NEIL

We have an Unknown Object. Close enough to touch.

EXT. SPACE

A tiny, strangely shaped device drifts in the void of space;
seemingly inert. As the Small Ship closes in...

INT. SMALL SHIP - PURSUING ALIEN DEVICE

Monroe quickly taps a series of controls.

O'NEIL

Analysis?

MONROE

Indefinite. Could be space junk; a probe of some kind...

O'NEIL

Or a Sivar spy eye.

They exchange tense looks. Monroe shrugs.

MONROE

The odds are against it. Let's bring it in.

O'NEIL

And what if it is a spy eye, and it's booby-trapped?

MONROE

(dry)
Then your ex-wife goes to bed tonight with a big smile on her face.

EXT. SPACE - THE SMALLER VESSEL AND THE ALIEN probe

Slowly and carefully, the smaller vessel tries to lock onto the probe
with another articulating claw.

INT. SMALL SHIP - PURSUING ALIEN DEVICE

The two scientists observe as the alien probe looms beyond the clear
observation dome; dead ahead. Tension builds while the claw closes in
on it. Then...

EXT. SPACE - THE ALIEN PROBE

Abruptly comes to life, small thrusters blazing on its sides. It
dodges away from the grasping claw and zips up to the small vessel --
to scan it with a BRIGHT BEAM. As this beam slowly sweeps across the
tiny ship...

INT. SMALL SHIP - ON MONROE AND O'NEIL

The probe's Beam spills through the clear, glass dome, emitting a
shrill, alien SOUND as it bathes the two scientists in an intense
glow. They scream in pain, grabbing their ears. Every console goes
crazy; alarms sound, lights flash.

Then their vessel abruptly loses power; consoles and systems whining
down. The beam passes on; the stunned scientists now illuminated only
by the indirect sunlight pouring in through the craft's observation
dome. Then the emergency power comes on-line; providing limited
illumination as a shaken O'Neil vainly taps controls.

O'NEIL

Main systems down; backups barely functioning.

MONROE

(to comm)
Devereaux. This is Pursuit Team One. We require assistance.
Devereaux...

Nothing but static in reply. Then O'Neil taps Monroe, points off.
They both stare through the dome at...

EXT. space - the alien probe

Turns about to point toward empty space. Its tip begins to GLOW... we
hear another STRANGE SOUND... and then WAVES OF VARIEGATED ENERGY
RIPPLE OUT from the probe --

INT. SMALL SHIP - ON MONROE AND O'NEIL

Monroe and O'Neil are suddenly and violently buffeted from side to
side as...

EXT. SPACE - NEAR SMALL SHIP

In a burst of light and color, A GIANT WORMHOLE GATE dramatically
appears. Like the jaws of a huge speculum; the gate's four "towers"
slowly "force" open this area of space -- two on each side like twin
pairs of folding scissors facing each other -- then lock into place.
We get a chilling glimpse of the SWIRLING, MULTI-COLORED channel of
the WORMHOLE beyond the four, gateway towers -- then giant, shadowy
forms appear inside it.

The dark forms glide through the gate and into a stunning FULL SHOT.
We see two, distinctive ALIEN CAPITAL SHIPS (our SHIP KILLERS) and
several much smaller (and similar to each other) FIGHTER-STYLE CRAFT.

One Ship Killer pulls away from the other vessels. It passes close to
the asteroid and the tiny vessel still attached to it.

INT. THE SMALL SHIP - ON MONROE AND O'NEIL

The two react with fear as the huge Ship Killer passes so close it
threatens to crush them against the nearby asteroid; its vast,
endless hull filling the dome.

O'NEIL

Dear God!

EXT. SPACE - THE SHIP KILLER

As it heads toward the Devereaux and her support vessels. We hear her
Captain's hail...

DEVERAUX'S CAPTAIN (VO)

Unknown alien craft -- this is the Confederation Research Vessel
Devereaux. Do you read me?

INT. DEVERAUX COMM STATION

The ship's CAPTAIN stands over a COMM TECH at her console; the huge,
alien ship visible on a VIEWSCREEN.

DEVERAUX'S CAPTAIN

Please acknowledge. What are your intentions?

They both react as a large, distinctive deflector shield flares to
life on the nose of the first Ship Killer.

ext. space - the first ship killer

The glow of its deflector shield reaches an incandescent level, then
emits a SWIRLING BALL OF ENERGY PLASMA. At its center is a tiny,
glowing ENERGY EMITTER; the power source for the PLASMA BALL.

This streaks toward the Devereaux and strikes it amidships. BLUE ARCS
of GLOWING ELECTRICITY crackle across the Devereaux, which glows red,
then white hot, then EXPLODES.

Not only the Devereaux, but all her support vessels evaporate in a
cloud of flaming debris; a mini-nova of amazing force.

PAN off this devastation to reveal Monroe and O'Neil's small ship
still adrift, and intact, behind the Ship Killer.

INT. SMALL SHIP - ON MONROE AND O'NEIL

A shock wave knocks the craft loose from the asteroid and it spins
off; out of control. The two scientists cry out with fear as they
tumble towards...

EXT. SPACE - A VERY DENSE ASTEROID FIELD

The rubble of Kilrah.

INT. SMALL SHIP - ON MONROE AND O'NEIL

Monroe grabs the controls, thrusting this way and that through the
nightmarish maze of destruction visible beyond the dome. O'Neil
reacts to a console.

O'NEIL

Deflectors at half power and falling.

MONROE

Channel auxiliary power to deflectors, activate emergency
thrusters...

INT. SMALL SHIP - ON MONROE AND O'NEIL

They eventually emerge, miraculously intact, on the other side of the
field -- and settle to a stop.

INT. SMALL SHIP - ON MONROE AND O'NEIL

As they both sigh with relief.

MONROE

For my next trick...

And then a shadow looms over them through the dome...

EXT. SPACE - SCIENTISTS' VESSEL AND ALIEN SHIP

One of the small craft closes in on the scientists' tiny vessel. The
nose of the alien ship SHIMMERS, becoming semi-translucent as it
reveals the vague, inhuman shape of its pilot.

INT. SMALL SHIP - ON MONROE AND O'NEIL

Monroe and O'Neil stare at the alien ship and its bizarre pilot...

O'NEIL

Your move, beautiful.

A SHARP CLANG overhead; the entire ship shakes. Both scientists look
up in shock as...

EXT. SPACE - SCIENTISTS' VESSEL

Another alien ship has clamped down on the scientists' vessel from
above!

INT. THE SMALL VESSEL - MONROE and O'NEIL

The ceiling hatch's locking wheel begins to nudge forward. O'Neil
leaps from his seat, tries to hold the wheel shut, finally blocking
it with a large spanner. This works for a moment...

... until sparks fly from the hull as some kind of cutting torch
begins to burn through the steel. Monroe just looks up at this;
stunned.

O'NEIL

Monroe, release the jump capable distress beacon. Monroe!

She doesn't respond. O'Neil reaches over her and quickly presses a
series of buttons.

EXT. HULL OF SMALL VESSEL

As the DISTRESS BEACON roars out of the ship...

INT. THE SMALL VESSEL - MONROE and O'NEIL

... the two scientists back away as the torch cuts through the
hatch... it falls outward with a metallic clang. We cannot see much
of anything in the alien ship above except a glowing mist and a
bizarre, golden light.

The two humans wait for a beat. At first there are only shadows in
the void above them... and eerie sounds... primordial whispers. Then
we GO TO:

INT. THE alien VESSEL - an alien pov

Rounding a bend in the other ship, charging through the glowing mist.
It moves insanely fast toward the open hatch in the deck of the alien
ship, then rushes toward the two horrified humans below. As they
scream...

EXT. SPACE - long shot on SMALL VESSEL and alien ship

The screams slowly trail away; the small vessel lit by the alien,
golden light from within. Then it all stops. All light, all sound...
gone.

ANGLE ON THE WORMHOLE

And the vast fleet of alien ships now pouring through it. GO TO:

AN ANGLE ON THE DISTRESS BEACON

We see it racing toward us, then GO TO...

... a REVERSE SHOT of the beacon as it roars away from us, dwindling
from view -- then a flash of light as it JUMPS out of the system.

RUN TITLE AND REMAINING CREDITS. Then...

END PROLOGUE

... as we WIPE TO:

"WING COMMANDER: PROPHECY"

Prologue: (In Development)

Transition

INT. MIDWAY FLIGHT DECK

Casey and Maestro are walking away from their fighters and headed toward
the DECONTAMINATION CHUTE when they hear the sharp tap of steel-toed boots
on a metal deck. They turn to SEE...

... A handsome young woman headed their way. This is STILETTO; cool, tough,
and sharp as a knife. She refers to a hand-held ICIS.

STILETTO

Lieutenants Casey; Garrett?

Casey nods.

CASEY

I'm Casey. You can call this silly

looking guy Maestro.

MAESTRO

And you, sweet thing, are?

STILETTO

Second Lieutenant Talvert; call sign

Stiletto. I'm acting Commander of the

Diamondback Squadron; your initial

assignment on the Midway.

Maestro reacts with a mock grimace:

MAESTRO

My hearing must be slurred. I thought

you said a second looey is our new

squad boss.

Stiletto smiles at him; she's gonna enjoy this.

STILETTO

And I've heard about you, Maestro. The

business with the Altarian consulate's

daughter --

MAESTRO

-- That was a misunderstanding --

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED

STILETTO

(continuing over him)

-- that episode with the holo dancer on

Mars Colony... which the CAG just can't

wait to talk to you about.

(ominous beat)

She's waiting for you in Flight OPS.

And I wouldn't call her "sweet thing"

if I were you.

Casey grins at Maestro.

CASEY

Keep swinging, Maestro. You got her on

the ropes.

Eyes cold, Stiletto turns her attention to Casey.

STILETTO

And I know about you, too, handsome.

You and your famous father. What's it

like being the Iceman's son?

CASEY

(sharp) I have to answer a lot of

stupid questions.

Stiletto didn't see that one coming; but she recovers quickly.

STILETTO

Now hear this, rookie. If you expect a

free ride on your Dad's coattails --

CASEY

He has nothing to do with this.

STILETTO

I agree. Around here, you live or die

by your flight stats.

CASEY

I collected the highest scores of any

cadet at the Academy --

STILETTO

(referring to ICIS)

-- along with the most demerits.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: (2)

CASEY

I still graduated with honors. I'm a

damn good pilot.

STILETTO

Ferrying a Piranha is one thing;

combat, quite another.

CASEY

Oh, and you've seen lots of combat?

Stiletto shoots him a hard glare, then turns and walks off. Casey and
Maestro exchange looks:

MAESTRO

Welcome to the Midway.

Casey just shakes his head while a pair of ND FLIGHT DECK TECHS come up and
take their helmets. As Casey and Maestro start to peel out of their flight
suits...

Electronic Press Kit

The Wing Commander Prophecy Electronic Press Kit 1 included WINGCOMM.RTF published an extended script of the first two scenes.

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Wing Commander: Prophecy

Teaser

INT KILRATHI TEMPLE 1

The SOUND OF DRUMS AND ANIMALISTIC CHANTS can be heard.
Firelight from enormous stone fixtures licks and dances against the
glistening rock walls. The camera moves in closer to reveal an alter
framed by twin bas relief likenesses of Sivar and the Tivah, the Kilrathi
Wargod and His first High Priestess. Upon this alter, under an ornate
Clan tapestry punctuated by a forged standard of Sivar and other
talismans, rest the stone tablets and scrolls of the Tome of Sivar. As we
move closer, we hear:

KILRATHI PRIESTESS (VO)

It has been written that during

the ancient rule of Emperor

Tng’Lmar, the revered

prophetess, Kt’lan, enlightened

by a vision of Sivar, entered

into His tome the 8th. Prophecy;

which reads...

Golden and red words are superimposed on the screen over a montage
of moving extreme close-ups of the Kilrathi glyphs and the tablets on the
alter. The VO continues..

KILRATHI PRIESTESS (VO)

"There shall come a time when

our faith will be tested. When

many will be misled by the

selfish motives of a ruling Clan.

The Great Warrior, who has

the heart of a Kilrathi, but is not

Kilrathi born comes to deliver

justice to the wicked. Our

people will be cleansed by the

fire that burns in the heart of

Kilrah herself and many will pay

the price for the few."

Following this revelation, Kt’Lan

refused all offerings of

food or drink from her accolytes

and ordered them to prepare

her K’Shrik-Non, or death den.

On the third day of her fasting,

before she was welcomed into

the busom of Sivar, Kt’lan

dictated her final words as the

9th Prophecy.

"As our hearts are consumed in

sacrifice, a sound of thunder

will herald the beginning of a

new age. Our Great Loss will

bring with it dark enemies of

our clan who will seek to feast

on our bones and will, like the

savage wind, spread to the four

corners of the sky and all that

is. But yet in this suffering, we

must be strong, for Sivar will

send another messenger who

shall bring redemption to our

race and fill us with the

Warriors Spirit and reunite us

as a people."

A shadow of a large Kilrathi warrior comes into view, eclipsing the scene.

KILRATHI PRIESTESS (VO)

For generations these words

were passed down from one

Warrior clan to the next; each

searching for meaning and

portents of the prophecies. But

over the centuries much

changed and many of the

Clans ultimately lost touch with

the wisdom of the past, in favor

of the bloodlust and conceit of

the future. The faithful took

refuge from this, while others,

drunk on their power, began to

question the old ways. Some

even said that Sivar never

really existed and that the

Kilrathi race was the ultimate

power in the universe. The

Empire had been standing for a

thousands years—and it always

would---

The Shadow faces upwards and lets out a loud cry. The sharp whine
of a ship passes over head and a huge explosion is heard in the distance.

Fade to White.

KILRATHI PRIESTESS (VO)

It began with the sound of

thunder.

Titles. Camera pulls out from a the white hot core of a blazing yellow
sun and drift through space. It plays against what appears to be surface
of rock, which is suddenly illuminated by a tractor beam and a cutting
laser. The Science Vessel Deveraux stops its work, as two smaller craft
with grabber arms enter frame and pick at the loose, exposed minerals.
Devearaux releases another Pod and it heads off...

DEVEREAUX COMM

Stand by B27-61. We have a

new contact that just showed

up on our scope.

MURDOCH

We see it, Deveraux.

Magnetics off the scale. Could

be the motherload we’ve been

looking for. We’ll check it out.

The small ship navigates through huge asteroids to reveal the shattered
remains of Kilrah.
Super: Kilrathi System. The SOUND OF A TRACKER can be heard.
They are getting closer.

MURDOCH

Getting closer. If this turns out to be trash again, Deveraux—

and closer...

DEVERAUX

Look at it this way, Murdoch. If

it is a rich vein, maybe we can

knock off early and all go

home.

And closer...

MURDOCH

Yeah, with a belly full of ore

and six months more

of research – Hold on, Deveraux,

coming into visual.

The little ship closes on a small shape adrift in space. It’s lights
illuminate it’s irregular surface.

MURDOCH

Aww, I knew it! Call off the

party, you guys. This ain’t no

rock.... But, readings say that

it’s dense as hell.

DEVEREAUX

Telemetry is kicking out

numbers here... Looks inert.

Can you bring it back for a

closer look?

MURDOCH

Great another trophy from the

Kilrathi War. Sure, Deveraux.

The little ship reaches for the shape. It suddenly springs to life and
hits the ship with a force blast that sends it reeling.

Insert CG sequence of Wormhole open, release of buoy and
Deveraux attack.

Transition:

Two Pirhana fighters come into view, flyby and land on midway.

Shooting Schedule

A Wing Prophecy Green Schedule from the Origin Museum has been archived by Dominik Reichardt.

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