FINNEGAN'S SQUAD: "Rampage" - teaser/opening act
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FINNEGAN'S SQUAD: "Rampage"
BEGIN OPENING ACT:
EXT. SPACE - ASTEROID BELT
Contrary to popular belief the distance between various
asteroids in the belt is quite vast however for visually
dramatic purposes we're going to pass a couple of asteroids
of various size before closing in on one nearly moon sized
object and the surface components that indicate this one is
more than just a rock in space.
SUPER: 1812 UNIVERSAL, ASTEROID BELT - STARKEY PENAL COLONY.
INT. STARKEY - DARK WING - TESTING LAB
A row of tables, almost resembling the sort of cubicles that
prisoners use to communicate with visitors is lined up in a
darkened room.
As we truck along the row we see that each of the Prisoners
assembled is strapped in place, their heads immobilized,
scanners reading their eyes as each hand, strapped to hand
holds, clutches the unmoving grips for dear life. For all
intents they look as though they're being tortured.
Opposite each one of these men, and they are all men, is a
HOLOGRAPHIC PROJECTION of a woman, or more accurately the
sexually perverted representation of a woman as created by
the marketing forces of the early 23rd Century.
She is curvaceous in every manner, puffy in all the right
places, made up to the nine's with Egyptian style eyeliner, a
perfect bob of straight shiny hair and the most ruby lips one
could imagine. She is writhing, accentuating her body,
flirting, teasing, squirming in anticipation before each of
her subjects all of whom are fighting their restraints.
HOLO-TEMPTRESS (OFX)
Oh, Mister Lover. I know you want
this...
(more writhing, sexually
provocative writhing)
And I want to give it to you, soooo
badly...
(teasing the top button of
her short white dress)
I'll do anything you want baby,
once you take full control.
The scene repeats as we move up the row, seeing the same
woman, each time with different colored hair and at different
moments in her pitch but all to the same effect. These men
want her. They clutch the unmoving grips tighter, trying to
force them like joysticks.
HOLO-TEMPTRESS (OFX) (cont'd)
You want to control me, don't you?
More struggling by the subjects. She leans back in a baby
doll pose.
HOLO-TEMPTRESS (OFX) (cont'd)
These clothes are so tight...
(more squirming)
But I can't will myself to remove
them.
(leaning in)
I need you for that, Mister Lover.
We close on one such SUBJECT, his eyes wide. He's staring at
her top button, at the buxom breasts heaving beneath the
tight fitting garb. As he licks his lips we see he is raw
desire.
The HOLO-TEMPTRESS in his bay breaks from the pattern of
those around him and stands upright as she begins to coo.
HOLO-TEMPTRESS (OFX) (cont'd)
Oooo Baby... Yeah.
(undoes the top button)
That's it.
She starts to spill out of the dress. He smiles hungrily as
she continues.
INT. STARKEY - OBSERVATION
The OPERATOR monitoring the boards turns from his display.
OPERATOR
We've got a breakthrough on Number
9.
DALHOUSIE, the early 30's senior Scientist on this project,
approaches the Displays looking for Subject Number 9. On one
monitor is the HOLO-TEMPTRESS sliding out of her dress
revealing her equally tight bra and panties. On another is
the SUBJECT lasciviously enjoying his new found control.
Dalhousie isn't paying attention to either of these instead
concentrating on the Bio-Displays showing the Subject's heart
rate and mental activity.
Her lack of reaction is in stark contrast to that of disgust
registering on the face of the business suit wearing LORENZO
who comes up beside her.
LORENZO
It's rather base isn't it?
DALHOUSIE
We have a rule in Bio-Feedback,
Lorenzo, never argue with what
works.
LORENZO
But surely you could have found
something - - less offensive.
Dalhousie turns, moving to the opposite bank of Displays.
DALHOUSIE
We tried over 400 different sims to
no effect. This one was actually
an accident.
LORENZO
An accident?
DALHOUSIE
That's the story we're sticking to.
(looks at Lorenzo)
Your people wanted results, right?
LORENZO
Yes but...
DALHOUSIE
The Exo-Suits can't be consciously
controlled. You can't have someone
in a firefight stopping to think.
They must react and those reactions
must come naturally.
LORENZO
I understand that Professor. But
we want an army of soldiers, not
perverts.
DALHOUSIE
Training someone to use this
interface is like any other
application, you start with what
works. Once the interface is
second nature to them then you can
proceed.
Dalhousie motions to a set of doors on the far end. Lorenzo
heads that way.
DALHOUSIE (cont'd)
If you wait until the animal
figures out the trick before
feeding it...
(stops to open the door)
You'd have a dead animal.
Lorenzo crosses the threshold followed by Dalhousie.
INT. STARKEY - EXO LAB
They enter a large room. In the middle of it stands the EXO
COMBAT SUIT (ECS). It's frame dwarfing the felon encased
within. Three HEAVILY ARMED GUARDS stand equidistantly to
the unit.
Dalhousie leads Lorenzo to the Ops Console set up in the
room. The OPERATOR looks up awaiting instructions.
Dalhousie ignores them motioning out toward the ECS.
DALHOUSIE
Lorenzo, meet Subject Number 6.
YEAGER is a mid-thirties ruffian hardedge of South Pacific
decent who peers out from the restraints of the suit with an
axe to grind.
YEAGER (MUTTERING)
Name's Yeager.
No one heard him.
LORENZO
You're at the Beta stage already?
DALHOUSIE
Yes. Thanks to him.
Dalhousie motions to the felon in the suit.
DALHOUSIE (cont'd)
He turned out to be a natural.
We've done some test runs, a few
preliminaries if you will and he's
passed with flying colors.
(pause)
Would you like to see a
demonstration?
Lorenzo looks at Dalhousie in surprise.
LORENZO
Now? Is it safe?
DALHOUSIE
We've locked down the higher
functions, it's perfectly safe.
Lorenzo looks around the room at the three armed Guards and
then at the suit. A sly smile creeps across his face.
LORENZO
Really?
DALHOUSIE
(nods to Operator)
Go ahead.
The Operator keys the suit active.
Within the open framework of the ECS servos and motors come
to life. Yeager flinches a moment as the link is established
and then he stands upright. He shifts his weight within the
bulky unit which moves with the fluidity of melting butter.
He raises his right arm and rotates the blunt wrist pod in
it's socket. Yeager then pivots and starts to move around
the room with the grace of a dancer.
It's an incongruous image considering it looks like he's
wearing a forklift.
LORENZO
Fascinating.
DALHOUSIE
Isn't it though.
Yeager stops. His mouth tightens up in a wry smile and then
he turns towards the Ops Console.
DALHOUSIE (cont'd)
Very good.
(to Operator)
Power it down.
The Operator turns and keys the commands. The whine of
interlinks dim to barely a whisper. The suit comes to a
halt.
LORENZO
The General will be very pleased
Miss Dalhousie.
DALHOUSIE
Good. I can't wait to see the look
on Browning's face when...
Suddenly Yeager steps forward. ALL turn as this shouldn't be
possible. Dalhousie looks at the Operator who is frantically
rechecking the board.
DALHOUSIE (cont'd)
I said power it down.
OPERATOR
It is.
It isn't. Yeager continues forward. One step at a time.
The first of three Guards steps forward, trying to block the
behemoth's path but he is swatted away easily.
Another Guard draws his weapon and fires at Yeager but the
shots bounce off a Force Field that now surrounds the suit.
Yeager continues to approach the Ops Console as Lorenzo backs
off, moving toward the exit.
LORENZO
Force field?
DALHOUSIE
That's a higher function.
LORENZO
Didn't you say those were locked
down, Professor?
DALHOUSIE
Quite.
All three Guards are firing with everything from automatic
ballistic weapons to Arc shots. All to no effect. Lorenzo
reaches the exit and opens it.
LORENZO
Professor?
Dalhousie glances his way with a look of annoyance.
DALHOUSIE
This has to be an aberration.
It'll stop any moment!
From the blunt wrist pod on the left arm of the ECS hydraulic
claws emerge which Yeager uses to grab Dalhousie by the
throat, lift and slam her against the bulkhead.
The Guards try to physically remove the ECS from the
Professor but to no avail.
Yeager brings up the right wrist pod which flares an
assortment of nasty tools all whirring, buzzing and whirling.
YEAGER
Sims are fun Doc.
(leering at her pretty
form)
But they're not the real thing.
Struggling to breathe around the claws the look on
Dalhousie's face is one of abject terror. Yeager leans in
menacingly close to her.
A hook from the pod slides under a fastener at the top of her
tunic slicing it off easily. She flinches at this suddenly
realizing where this is about to go. Yeager straightens.
YEAGER (cont'd)
Pity I don't have more time.
Yeager releases his grip on Dalhousie and takes two steps
back triggering the retracted outer shell of the ECS to
shutter closed around him.
Two of the Guards quickly pull her away from Yeager and guide
her toward the exit but she can't take her eyes off the
monster.
When she sees Yeager raise the left arm and power up the
Weapons Pod she screams.
DALHOUSIE
He's going to decompress the room!
The exit is locked. Lorenzo is visible through the
observation window but he refuses to open the hatch because
of what Yeager is about to do.
A particle stream erupts from the weapons pod and slams
against the far bulkhead with a concussive blast that
shatters the inner bulkhead and outer hull all at once.
The impact is nothing compared to the sudden explosion as the
bulkhead gives way to open space blowing Dalhousie, the
Operator and the three Guards out into the vacuum.
With his feet pods magnetically clamped to the floor Yeager
doesn't move until the room settles. Then, one foot at a
time, he moves to the gaping hole and peers out.
Yeager takes hold of either side of the tear and climbs out
of the Station.
EXT. SPACE - STARKEY STATION BULKHEAD
Standing on the outside of the Station Yeager looks upward
before triggering the oscillation rings on the bottom of the
feet pods which quickly accelerate him away from the Station
and into open space.
END OPENING ACT:
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