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foliage, and you've just drawn yourself a picture of the planet Ryushi.

Nestled amongst this lush rainforest is the Yutani-Templin Communications

Relay Station. Several inverted-'U'-shaped suspension cranes painted bright

yellow look down over a collection of preassembled buildings and roadways

raised above the swamp on platforms, much like a truncated oil-rig. A

navigation beacon flashes intermittently from a tall gantry tower above,

while dominating the view is the sloping face of a communications array

several storeyes high. Off to one side of the platform is a gigantic many-

wheeled haulage vehicle. A flock of bird-like creatures fly past.

INT. RYUSHI STATION - COMMAND CENTER

We're in the dark womb of a split-level command center alive with clusters

of video readouts, somewhat reminiscent of a futuristic air-traffic control

tower. On the upper tier, a large circular holo-display currently projects

an image of the satellite we just saw. Thin trailers of paper flutter gently

in the current coming from the air conditioning ducks, though beads of sweat

still dot the foreheads of the people manning the consoled here. We move in

on CASSIE DOLLANDER and ROB PARSONS, two monitoring technicians occupying a

control bank. CASSIE listens carefully to something on her headset.

CASSIE:

Ah, negative on that request commercial

freighter 'Nan-Shan'. I've already got

an inbound on that approach pending a

beacon-fix. Hold on my mark until I get

back with some confirmation. Rimward

Traffic Control out.

She thumbs a button and leans over to PARSONS.

CASSIE (CONT'D)

How's it looking?

PARSONS worriedly shakes his head.

PARSONS:

That's the second time I ran it, and it

still reads the same.

CASSIE:

Better tell the boss.

PARSONS pulls out a coin.

PARSONS:

Toss you for it.

INT. RYUSHI STATION - EXECUTIVE OFFICE

HIROKO NOGUCHI is sweating heavily, a black forelock of hair falling across

her Oriental features. Her eyes flicker warily from side-to-side as she

holds the smooth length of the sword before her, trying to assess from where

the next attack will come. She doesn't have to wait long; two NINJA

SWORDSMEN drop to the floor in front of her, striking without hesitation.

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