Introduction

Scene - Origin Logo (Movie Filename -- 0000.WVE)

Scene - Dolby Surround Logo (Movie Filename -- 0001.WVE)

Scene - Wing Commander: Prophecy Logo (Movie Filename -- 0002.WVE)

Scene - Kilrathi Temple (Movie Filename -- 0010.WVE)

Kilrathi Voice: 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."

Scene - Kilrah Asteroid Belt
TCS Devereaux: Drop team, this is Devereaux. We are on an intercept course with contact Sierra-37.
Drop One: Yeah. Roger that, Devereaux. Looks good here. You should be getting a strong signal.
TCS Devereaux: Preliminary scan shows high concentration of Borenium and Kilrantium. 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.
Drop Three: I heard that.
Drop One: Ah, never mind her, Priest.
Drop Three: 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.
Drop Three: Roger that, Devereaux. I'm hit! I'm hit! Devereaux! Dev...
TCS Devereaux: Three... are --(static)-- you receiving me...? (static)
Kilrathi Voice: Death itself shall pour forth, obscuring the stars in a veil of darkness. Theirs is the claw that tears flesh from bone.
Drop Three: (scream)
Kilrathi Voice: Theirs is the poisoned fang
TCS Devereaux: . Mayday! This is the research vessel Devereaux.
Kilrathi Voice: 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.

Scene - Space
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.

Scene - Flight Deck
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!
Maestro: Uh oh. 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.
Casey: That went well.
Maestro: 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?

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Casey: All right! Let's check out the rest of this bad boy.
Maestro: Great!
Stiletto:The CAG is waiting, Mr. Garrett.

Maniac: I mean, I almost feel sorry for the guy 'cause he's flying against the Maniac. NOT! But anyway. So, he pulls a break right in front of me, right? Bam! Cat on my right? Dust! All right. Wingman doesn't even see me, okay? Boom! Boom! Boom! Kitty litter.
Casey: Is this seat taken?
Maniac: Anyway, all right. The third cat: image recon. Boom! Right into his stovepipe. Dust. He's gone!
Casey: Hi, I'm Casey.
Maniac: Meanwhile, all right? The Chief Cat, right? Some like... Does something smell in here? Something stinks in here, doesn't it? My eyes are watering. Oh, you know what? There is only one thing in the universe that could smell that bad: a Plebe. Fresh off the recovery deck and still reeking of the Academy. Shoo, Plebe! Get lost. Okay? This isn't the sandbox, all right? This is the table for the big... big boys... Hey! This is the table for the big boys-- Black Widow Squadron.
Anderson: [loudspeaker] Major Todd Marshall, report to the Briefing Room at once.
Maniac: Oh, man, just getting to the good parts. All right. Umm... I'm saving the best for later, all right? Hang out! I don't want to see you at this table again, Plebe.
Zero: Congratulations. You just met, and pissed off, Maniac-- a legend in his own mind. How you doing?
Casey: I'm Casey.
Zero: Hey, I'm O'Hearn. They call me Zero. Since you're new here, let me show you around pilot country! You're currently in the rec room-- home to malcontents, drunkards, and trouble-makers.
Casey: Sounds like my kind of people.
Zero: Over there's your self-serve bar. There's your flight simulator. And of course, the infamous killboard. C'mon, there's much, much more. Locker's here. Inside you'll find your flight suit and your gear.
Casey: Homey place.
Zero: Oh yeah, all neat and shiny, just like us. Coming? And, of course, what state-of-the-art carrier would be complete without "Big Brother?" From the flight log computer you can log into the main system, just like in flight school, only now it's all for real. Anyway, why don't you get yourself acquainted. Come find me in the briefing room when you're ready.

Zero: Behold! The briefing room! Take a look around you, Casey, my man. Billions of Confed credits at work. This is the nerve center of our work here on this ship.
Casey: No map table?
Zero: Ancient history. This is the ICIS System. Brand new. It's tied to all the computers on this ship. It'll tell us where we're going and what we're doing according to the brainiacs upstairs. Oooh! Sorry, the Tactical, Intelligence and Science divisions. Anyway, it all gets distilled down to the screens on our desks. It's easy-- point and click-- you know?
Dallas: Call it our window to the world. If it works, that is.
Zero: Casey, meet Dallas, our resident voice of doom and general naysayer. He's probably writing another letter to Senator Taggart as we speak.
Dallas: Not so, Zero! That's a very appropriate name. I am, in fact, tracking my investments. Five more years at this rate and I can retire a wealthy man.
Zero: Yeah. You see, Dallas does it for the cash. It's not just a job and all that.
Dallas: You think everything is a conspiracy, don't you? Cash is what its all about! How much money do you think Confed saved by building a stand-alone carrier force? Namely, this behemoth of a ship.
Zero: God!! Who cares? If this tub gets hulled, what then?! They've put all their eggs into one little basket with no backup. It doesn't matter, Confed's got their greedy little fingers into everything. What's a few credits here and there?
Dallas: Well, don't tell that to Commodore Blair. After all, the Midway was his idea.
Casey: Oh no! Not Blair again! For years at the Academy all we'd hear about was Blair this and Blair that: 'Savior of the Confederation,' 'Most Decorated Pilot,' Blah, blah, blah. What is the guy, like, four thousand years old? God, I think I've heard just about everything... Except that he was on board the Midway.
Blair: Have we met, Lieutenant?
Casey: Casey, Lance R. Second Lieutenant. Confed Number C26354.
Blair: Casey, huh? So you're the Iceman's kid? I heard you were coming on board. You know, I flew with your father. He was a good pilot. Always followed orders. Knew when to keep his big mouth shut.
Casey: Good-bye career.
Zero: Don't feel so bad. I hear there's always openings in the Diplomatic Corps. C'mon, let's get you a drink to put those flames out.

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