Wastelander

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[SCI-FI BUZZING

SOUND EFFECTS PLAY]

[SCI-FI AMBIENCE ENSUES]

[SPACE SHIP

WHIRRING SOUND EFFECT]

[LIGHT AND AIRY

SCI-FI AMBIENCE CONTINUES]

[WIND CHIMES SOUND EFFEC AND CLANKING POTS SOUND]

SCOURGE:
Hey Dickhole,

get your ass in line.

Back the

f*** off! All of you!

[MELODRAMATIC SCI-FI

AMBIENCE CONTINUES]

[ZAPPING SOUND EFFECT]

DEBILITAS:
What brings you

out here Wastelander?

What? You're some kind of

ultra, badass wasteland killer?

We don't like trouble out

here, unless we're the ones

making it.

So answer my question!

RHYOUS:

Eden.

Eden? You speak of the

forbidden paradigm.

Dando the

Usurper has forbidden

the thought, the even mention

of it! Speak not of it again.

Then you're all gonna die.

[STABBING SOUND]

INTENSIFIED:

BATTLE MUSIC BEGINS

50'S DANCE MUSIC BEGINS

BACK TO INTENSE MUSIC

[AIRY SCI-FI AMBIENCE

WITH SYNTHESIZERS CONTINUES]

[CLANKING METAL POTS WITH

INTENSIFIED AMBIENCE]

[FIRE BURNING SOUNDS]

SCI-FI SYNTH MUSIC BEGINS

[LASER SHOT!]

SOLEK:

No, no, no, not...

[SCREAMING SOUND EFFECTS]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm not here

to fight, I'm a messenger.

I have a message.

Benedict wants to see you.

You've got the wrong guy.

I don't think so, my shitbags

here heard you talking about

Eden.

Then you will all die.

No don't... Hey heyyyyy!

C'mon you already

killed one of my men.

A likely scenario when you

ambush a man in his sleep.

Just... would you just...

would ya f***in' listen to me?

Benedict has

information about Eden.

THUG:
Ahhhhhh, ahhhh,

ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh!

Who's this Benedict guy?

I work for him. He hires

mercs to go on expeditions.

You know what... I don't... I don't

give a f*** if you come or not.

What kind of expeditions?

I don't know, tech

kind of expeditions.

What's tech got to do with it?

I don't know,

you'll have to talk to him.

If this is a trick...

Well, you know how it ends.

Boys! Let's get the

f*** outta here.

DRAMATIC DRIVING

SYNTH MUSIC BEGINS

[MUSIC SLOWS DOWN]

[BREATHING SOUND

EFFECT IN DISTANCE]

Ah, welcome Wastelander.

Please excuse my current state.

Glad we were able

to bring you here.

My name is Caldwell Benedict.

I am the local doctor, as well

as acting regent of

this crude settlement.

Doctor...

What are you doing,

experiments on your self?

Indeed.

What is your name friend?

Rhyous.

Rhyous? A curious name,

if not slightly pre war-ish.

Your guy told me that

you have information about Eden.

What you know is what I know.

I brought you here in hopes that

we can work together.

An expedition, I know,

but I work alone and I have no

reason to trust you.

And I have no more

reason to trust you, but I'm a

civilized man and I hope

that you are as well.

I've killed people just

for knowing what I'm up to.

Assuming that we are both fairly

civilized, this has to make

sense to you as well.

You have talents and I the

resources.

It would be foolish to pass up

my offer.

I came here just to

exchange information,

you couldn't possibly have

anything else that I need.

You will listen

to me first. Then I decide.

You do not want to

play this game with me.

Then listen very carefully.

You are trying to find the ruins

of Eden, as am I.

For whatever reason there are

Scourge in the wasteland that

also seek it.

They are barbarians,

and must not find it first.

If they are barbarians,

then they won't find the hole in

their asses.

You want something

specific that's there, right?

Knowledge, of course.

It is the last known

undiscovered remnant of the old

world, as well as the epitome of

human evolution.

The tech is the key to our

salvation.

Ridiculous.

Humanity is on it's last

limbs, since the Final War,

we have not made any

progress whatsoever towards

restoring civilization.

Instead, we've regressed

further into savagery.

And you have the solution...

A step in the right direction

rather. The scourge would

pillage the tech, or worse, use

it to destroy themselves and the

rest of humanity.

If we are to be responsible men,

we must prevent such cataclysm

from happening.

Bullshit.

Especially coming

from a cyber-cripple.

Don't be a fool Rhyous.

The wasteland needs leadership.

Sure. Just don't kill yourself

trying to make that happen.

You will regret this.

SYNTH POP MUSIC PLAYS

I know what you're

thinkin'....And I agree.

This is bullshit. If you ask me,

it's not worth my men getting

their asses kicked for a

second time! I'll just say...

I never saw you.

[GUNSHOT!]

Ambush!

Goddamn scourgers.

It's one guy.

All my guys are dead.

He's low on ammo. You

draw his fire, I'll flank him.

You f***in' crazy?

Alright, I'll draw his

fire, you flank him.

Ehhh.

I thought so.

[DRAMATIC AMBIENCE AND

CLANKING OF METAL POTS]

CINEMATIC MUSIC WITH

SYNTHESIZERS CONTINUES

[GUNSHOT]

(he groans)

[QUIET EXCEPT FOR MUSIC]

Ahhhhhh!! Ah ha... ugh.

F***! Ahhhh. That plan sucked!

You're not even hit.

Ugh f***in' burns, I'm hit.

Did you get a look at that guy?

I was too busy f***ing

protecting my head from his

bullets.

Looked like some sort

of pre war Inquisitor.

Hey! Wait! Where you goin'?

Don't follow me.

I see you again, I kill you.

[DRAMATIC SYNTH BANG

SOUND EFFECT]

PROSPECTOR:
Like I told ya,

I'll trade ya for canned

rations, or gunpowder, or a

clean f***in' towel if ya got

got one.

CRICHTON:

It's of no use to you old man.

Maybe not, but it's of some

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