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COUNCILMAN #1

Taarak the Defender? His race is

dead! They cannot defend anyone!

COUNCILMAN #2

Some say that the race is not dead

- that one still lives.

COUNCILMAN #1

One? What good is one?

ELDER:

One of Taarak's blood can do much.

Outside, the sounds of battle grow louder. A boy appears at

the doorway.

BOY:

Elder! They are at the walls!

COUNCILMAN #3

Well who is this last Defender?

How can he be summoned?

ELDER:

It is Taarna, of the blood of

Taarak the Defender - the last of

the race. And must be summoned as

my forefathers summoned Taarak

himself - from within!

COUNCILMAN #2

But will this Defender answer?

ELDER:

A Taarakian has no choice. They

must answer. It is in their blood.

The clattering of armour becomes audible.

BOY:

They are in the halls! They are coming!!

ELDER:

(calmly to the boy)

Bar the door.

(to the Councilmen)

We will summon the

Defender together.

The Councilmen nod.

ELDER:

(shutting eyes)

Taarna ... Taarna ...

As the Councilmen take up the chant;

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THE DOOR:

As the boy begins to bar the door, it bursts open, flinging him

aside. Standing in the doorway, surrounded by his men, is

the BARBARIAN LEADER.

With a laugh, he raises a Medieval-looking multiple cross-bow

and fires a burst of arrows into the boy's chest, as the crazed

troops rush in around him.

The chanting continues as we;

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THE OUTLANDS:

We look down over this uncivilized wilderness with only

decaying pipelines and the occasional jagged rock structure

breaking the barren uniformity of the land. As the Council's

distant chanting fades out, all is quiet.

Suddenly from behind us, we hear the sound of flapping wings

and a huge rush of air. Just above our heads, TAARNA THE

DEFENDER comes flying in, sitting proudly in the saddle of

a giant crimson bird.

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