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She expertly avoid the blows, parrying relentlessly. A persistent TONE
begins to intrude O.S., like a telephone RINGING. She tries to ignore it,
but her concentration is clearly broken. A THIRD SWORDSMAN appears from out
of nowhere, his sword SWISHING towards her chest. The blade plunges deep
into her stomach, emerging from her back. She glances down in annoyed
disbelief.
HIROKO:
F***! Holo off.
The SWORDSMEN immediately flicker and disappear. She sheathes the sword with
one precise movement and crosses the wooden paneled floor to her desk.
Mopping her face with a towel, she thumbs a stud. The RINGING TONE stops,
the corporate logo on her flat-screen desk panel replaced with a black girl's
face.
HIROKO (CONT'D)
Noguchi.
CASSIE:
(O.S., onscreen)
Something just came up on Deep Space
Tracking.
HIROKO:
What kind of 'something'?
CASSIE:
(O.S., onscreen)
Easier if you come down and look.
HIROKO:
I'm on my way.
An eight-wheeled articulated crawler rolls noisily through the rain, climbing
an access ramp leading from the swamp to the outpost's empty main-street. A
group of rhinos - brown two-horned quadrupeds indigenous to Ryushi -
restlessly stir in their corral at it's approach. The crawler's pneumatics
HISS gently as it comes to a halt, while somewhere off in the distance a dog
BARKS. DON KAMEN, a lean man in his forties. climbs down from the cab
mounted five feet above the ground and squints up at the main relay antenna.
He adjusts the cowboy hat on his head against the drizzle and crosses the
street towards one of the buildings, ignoring a Pepsi sign CREAKING in the
gentle breeze. A glass-paneled door SWISHES automatically open before him.
INT. RYUSHI STATION - COMMAND CENTER
KAMEN steps into the command center, nodding familiarly to the DUTY
PERSONNEL. A long-haired labrador rushes up to KAMEN, wagging it's tail.
Her name is BREWSTER. She's the base mascot. KAMEN reaches down and ruffles
it's fur. He climbs the few stairs to the monitoring tier, pulling the
French-plaited hair of ANNIE URIOSTE, an Italian systems-mechanic with her
hands buried in a disassembled console.
URIOSTE:
You didn't wipe your feet coming in.
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