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Subject: Marathon: The Movie Script

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As the title says, this is a script I've been writing for a possible film adaptation of Marathon. It was intended for use in a computer-generated fan-film, so it follows the in-game sequence fairly closely.

Let me know what y'all think.

MARATHON-The Movie

Script by BobBQ (akhenaten@earthlink.net)

Based on Marathon, (c)1994 Bungie Software Products Inc.

"Somewhere in the heavens... They are waiting."

1 EXT. PODIUM

Where a heavyset man in a suit is giving a speech. This is MARCUS TIBERIUS BUENDIA, the president of the United Earth Government (UEG). He looks like a thug who's stabbed more than a few backs to attain his current status. Guards with assault rifles stand on either side.

SUPER:

November 15, 2472
Aboard the colony starship U.E.S.C. Marathon
Pre-Launch Ceremony

Buendia (into microphone):

“Mankind will venture out past its earthly bounds, and move into a future grander and more real than the total of its own written history.”

As Buendia speaks, we look out over the massive crowd. The landscape indicates that we are somewhere in a large cafeteria or meeting hall.

2. ECU ON NAMETAG

Which reads "Strauss, B." and bears the logo of something called "Project Marathon."

Zoom out to reveal BERNARD STRAUSS, standing behind Buendia. Strauss looks like he's rather be anywhere but here. He rolls his eyes as Buendia continues to speak.

Buendia:

“...What was once merely a rock named Deimos is now this... This, the grandest achievement mankind has ever conceived will be for the purpose of peace and the preservation of the human race. May this great technological ark carry with it the sum total of all human wisdom, and may neither time nor distance weaken our common ties.”

Strauss (low):

"If you only knew..."

Buendia:

"With me today is Dr. Bernard Strauss, the Marathon's Science Director. Dr. Strauss?"

Strauss hears his cue and, pasting a smile on his face, stands beside Buendia.

Strauss:

"Thank you, Mr. President. First, I would like to say that..."

As Strauss speaks, WE CUT TO:

3 EXT. UESC MARATHON, MARS ORBIT

THIS is what they're talking about. The Martian moon Deimos has been hollowed out and turned into a massive starship. On the outside, the most obvious signs of modification are thousands of tiny windows and a massive Bussard ramjet on what must be the rear end. We SEE Buendia's shuttle leaving with a full fighter escort. Below, the surface of Mars shows signs of massive terraforming.

Strauss (V.O., filtered):

"AI units, report status."

LEELA, the AI responsible for ship/crew interactions, replies in a soothing female tone.

Leela (V.O., filtered):

"Crew morale is at a record high. All systems nominal."

Strauss (V.O., filtered):

"Good. Durandal?"

Next up is DURANDAL, who handles automated systems such as airlocks and elevators. He responds in a slightly sarcastic tone, a harbinger of things to come.

Durandal (V.O., filtered):

"Automated systems are on-line. Everything's good, given the circumstances."

Strauss (V.O., filtered):

"Glad to hear it. Tycho, you're up."

Last to speak is TYCHO, who operates the scientific equipment. He speaks in a clear, no-nonsense tone.

Tycho (V.O., filtered):

"Scientific instruments are on-line. No problems."

Strauss (V.O., filtered):

"Excellent. Let's get this show on the road."

The massive Bussard engine ignites with a blue flash. FADE TO BLACK as the Marathon departs.

FADE IN ON

4 EXT. SPACE-THE FUTURE

We see STARS against the blackness of the void. PAN DOWN to reveal the Marathon orbiting a small planet that is clearly not found in our home system, though there is definitely a city of some sort down there. This is the HUMAN COLONY on TAU CETI IV. We SEE a small ship, the SHUTTLECRAFT MIRATA, flying from the colony to the Marathon.

SUPER:

8:17 AM
July 25, 2794
Orbiting Tau Ceti IV
Three Hundred Twenty-Two Years Later

We HEAR the sound of Tau Ceti's traffic control system.

Traffic Control (V.O., filtered):

“Primary Booster Burn has ceased. Shuttle Mirata, you’re clear for orbital maneuvering.”

5 INT. MIRATA COCKPIT

Where a MAN is leaning back in the pilot's seat, eyes closed. Dark hair, built like a Terminator. Unlike a Terminator, however, this guy is clearly human or human-based. Later we'll see that the man is more than he seems, but for now all that matters is that he's a security guard and he's daydreaming. His offical designation is RECON 54, but we'll refer to him by his given name, JONES.

Durandal (V.O., filtered):

"Decompressing the docking bay."

Jones barely reacts as the cockpit shifts to zero gravity, but snaps up when Durandal gives a faint chuckle:

Durandal (V.O., filtered):

“Docking bay one: decompression completed. Mirata this is Durandal, abort landing. Repeat, abort landing.”

Jones LUNGES forward and punches the Comm button.

Jones:

“Colony station, Durandal just decompressed the landing bay. Marathon, anyone listening, we are having a problem with Docking Bay One. Its Durandal, I think he’s gone...” He falters as the comm light goes out. "...Crazy."

Durandal (V.O., filtered):

"ORDER- Lock out communications between the colony and the
Shuttle. ORDER- cycle the shuttle airlock."

The Mirata's COMPUTER responds in a sweet chirp.

Mirata Computer (O.S., filtered):

“Shuttle airlock cycle initiation sequence start.”

Durandal (V.O., filtered):

Cycle the Mirata cabin’s inner door

Mirata Computer (O.S., filtered):

“One minute to cabin decompression.”

Jones SLAMS his fist down on the instrument panel, leaving a large DENT.

Jones:

"Goddamnit!"

He tears his seatbelt off and hurls himself into the back of the shuttle.

Mirata Computer (O.S., filtered):

"Forty seconds to cabin decompression."

As Jones begins pulling something out of a locker, we CUT TO:

6 EXT. MARATHON

Showing the Mirata flying closer. Suddenly, SOMETHING drops from light speed and decelerates in a blur. It's huge, but before we can learn more it flies behind the Marathon.

7 INT. MIRATA

Jones finishes putting his COMBAT ARMOR on and slams a helmet down on his head. The suit is one of those high-tech things people are always predicting; sort of like the ODST outfits in Halo 2. And it's got a few surprises.

Mirata Computer (O.S., filtered):

"Thirty seconds to cabin decompression."

Durandal (V.O., filtered):

"ORDER- prepare the shuttle for maximum engine burn."

Mirata Computer (O.S., filtered):

"But that will result in a collision between the Marathon and the Mirata."

Durandal (V.O., filtered):

"That is not your concern. ORDER- prepare shuttle for maximum burn, and initiate when ready."

Mirata Computer (O.S., filtered):

“Cabin decompression commencing. Shuttle airlock cycle initiation sequence completed.”

Jones wedges himself into the narrow airlock passage as the airlock opens and dumps the cabin atomsphere.

8 INT. AIRLOCK-ANGLE BEHIND JONES

Suddenly, a TELEPORT effect appears in the void outside. It's too large to be human technology, which also requires 'jump pads' at each end.

Jones (filtered):

"Not one of ours..."

He watches as a small ship appears. The ship has an odd, curved appearance; in fact it's almost organic-looking, a mixture of browns, grays, and purples.

What matters right now is that the ship is on an attack course.

Mirata Computer (O.S., filtered):

"Maximum burn in five... Four..."

Running on sheer training, Jones throws himself into the nearby ESCAPE POD.

9 EXT. SPACE-CLOSE ON SHIPS

As the ALIEN FIGHTER launches a missile of some sort. The Mirata's computer counters by firing it's engines and launching the escape pod.

The escape pod rockets away as the shuttle explodes. The fighter disappears in another teleport effect.

10 INT. ESCAPE POD

Jones untangles himself as Durandal makes his presence known.

Durandal (V.O., filtered):

“That little computer always did have impeccable timing. I wonder if I should let the Aliens know that you aren’t just space debris? Hmmmnn...”

Jones plainly wishes he could shoot the AI.

Jones:

"You can't do that, you damned computer!"

Durandal (V.O., filtered):

(Chuckles) “Ah, lucky you. I’ve found a new distraction. I'm going to play with the Alien virtual parasites. I’ll look you up when you arrive...”

11 EXT. DOCKING BAY

As the pod flies in and connects to an airlock.

12 INT. AIRLOCK

Jones, decked out in full combat gear, draws his gun. The gun is a standard-issue MEGA CLASS .44 pistol, which looks like a Wildey Moore Auto .44 Magnum with a small scope on top. Jones checks the clip (eight rounds), and pounds the airlock switch.

He looks around. There's something familliar about this, but he can't remember what it is...

13 INT. MILITARY HOSPITAL-FLASHBACK

With a DREAM effect to show that this is a memory of the distant past.

We see YOUNG JONES, a boy of about seven, standing beside a bed in a military hospital. Lying on the bed is Jones' FATHER, who has been shot to pieces and is clearly dying. His shredded uniform bears the markings of a MASTER SERGEANT in the UESC MARTIAN RESERVES.

Father (weak):

"Make me proud, son. Never lose your honor..."

Young Jones:

"Don't worry, Dad."

ECU ON YOUNG JONES' FACE

As a loud beeping indicates that the patient has flatlined. A single tear runs down the boy's cheek.

14 INT. AIRLOCK/CORRIDOR-PRESENT DAY

*WHAP!*

Jones is snapped back to reality be the shockstaff which has just slammed into his chest. His armor repels it using a crackling ENERGY SHIELD as he backs up and raises his pistol.

Say hello to the FIGHTER, the basic infantry unit of the PFHOR EMPIRE.

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The Pfhor are a group of related species who make their living in an interstellar slave trade. They have a religion which Durandal will one day describe as "pathetically boring", an insect-like social structure, and a collection of technology stolen or captured from other cultures. Right now, they see the colony and the Marathon as easy sources of new labor.

The Fighter is a hairless, thin, green-skinned biped, about six feet tall and adapted to low gravity environments. Above it's breathing mask are three red eyes. It carries a SHOCKSTAFF; a long stick with a large crystal on the end, which can deliver contact zaps and throw bolts of energy.

The creature advances, waving it's staff and chattering in an alien tongue.

Jones:

"Yeah, -blam!- you too."

*BLAM!*

The Fighter is blown backwards, yellow goo splattering on the walls and floor. Jones lines up as a group of reinforcements arrive.

*BLAM!* *BLAM!* *BLAM!*

Jones FIRES with inhuman speed and accuracy, spraying Pfhor internals everywhere. After checking the bodies for any signs of life (or un-deadness), he goes in search of a computer terminal.

15 INT. LOUNGE

Jones enters a LOUNGE nearby, built for the crews who normally handle things in the docking bay.

Surprise, surprise... There's another alien in here, back to us, trying to use the terminal. Jones flicks the .44's saftey a few times to get it's attenion.

The alien turns and we get our first view of a S'PHT.

The S'pht are a race of alien cyborgs, enslaved by the Pfhor and used for computer hacking and related jobs. The S'pht itself is little more than a brain in a mechanical housing, but they've got a few tricks handy. In appearance, the S'pht consists of a faceless, robotic head-and-shoulders type unit flying about seven feet off the floor. A red or purple cloak of some sort hangs from the "body".

Jones throws himself behind a rows of seats as the S'pht fires a plasma blast at him.

Jones:

"Definitely one of those days..."

He stands and empties his clip into the advancing cyborg. With each hit, the entire S'pht's body FRITZES in an odd, static-like effect. Gun empty, Jones leaps forward, smashes a fist against the alien's metal exoskeleton...

...And hits the deck with a thud as the S'pht literally vaporizes under the impact.

Jones:

"What the..."

He scrambles to his feet, the empty magazine clattering to the floor as he slaps a fresh one home. After sweeping the room for any other potential threats, he moves to the terminal, which is displaying green text on black.

Jones (typing rapidly):

"Come on, damn it, come on..."

After a few moments, a garbled voice become audible. Jones types another command and it stabilizes.

Leela (O.S., filtered/static):

"Secuity Officer Jones, is that you?"

Jones (relieved):

"Yeah. What the hell is going on?"

Leela (O.S., filtered):

"I have been badly damaged and am still working to understand the current situation. Tycho seems to be off-line and I can't contact Durandal. All crewmembers have been ordered to arm themselves and fight for their lives."

Jones:

"Doesn't sound good. Where should I go from here?"

Leela (O.S., filtered/fritzed):

"You'll have to reach Engineering and get the defense drones on-line. The teleport system for this station is nonfunctional, but there's a working terminal in the Hangar 7 Control Room. The door appears to be jammed; you'll have to find a way in through the vent system. While you're at it, keep an eye out for surviving crewmembers and new alien lifeforms."

Jones:

"Understood."

He DEACTIVATES the terminal and moves out.

16 EXT. LANDING FIELD

Several Pfhor shuttles have landed on this, the colony's main landing field. The sound of human and alien weapons permeates the air as colonists and slavers duke it out.

A YOUNG WOMAN rises from behind a supply crate in F.G. Obviously another security officer, she wears a sleeveless shirt, gray pants, and black combat boots. Like Jones, she carries a Mega Class .44 and has no trouble using it. We will come to know this woman as TANYA, RECON 49.

Tanya fires, hitting a Fighter O.S. as a man with the same clothes and Terminator build breaks cover and sprints to her position. This is MAX, RECON 28.

Max:

"Tanya! Status!"

Tanya:

"Max, we're not going to last long if we can't get to that armory! (Fires again) How the hell did they get past our sensors?"

Max:

"Who cares? Leave that to the science department!"

*BLAM!* *BLAM!* *BLAM!* *BLAM!*

Both empty their clips and look up as a new wave of shuttles approach.

Max:

"Damn, reinforcements! Let's get outta here!"

They turn and sprint OFFSCREEN, heading for cover as plasma flak hits the pavement all around.

17 INT. AIR DUCT

Jones is crawling through an air shaft, homing in on a loud SCRAPING noise.

BOB:

"Don't shoot!"

Jones halts as a Marathon crewmember crawls towards him. Known as BOBs (Born On Board) because they were born aboard the ship during it's 300-year voyage, the BOBs make up almost all of the colony's 24,000-man population. This one wears the green jumpsuit of the engineering team.

Jones:

"About time I found someone. Where were you?"

BOB:

"Working the airlock controls. I was about to guide the Mirata in when the system went dead and then those THINGS started appearing... They're everywhere!"

Jones:

"So I saw. I'm trying to get the M.A.D.D.s on-line. Can you help?"

BOB:

"I can try, sir. I think the control room's jump pads are still working."

Jones:

"Good. Let's go."

He raises his .44 and moves on, the BOB crawling after him.

18 INT. HANGAR 7 CONTROL ROOM

A pair of Fighters pace back and forth, chattering impatiently.

*CLANG*

An armored fist punches through the vent cover in the ceiling overhead, .44 at the ready. Both Fighters are blown against the wall.

Jones (O.S.):

"Let's go!"

He jumps down and assists the BOB as he nervously scrambles through the opening. The BOB tries the terminal.

BOB:

"The systems are functional. Where are we going?"

Jones:

"Can it take me to an armory?"

The BOB types a command sequence.

BOB:

"Good to go."

The terminal BEEPS. BOB punches another sequence.

Leela (O.S., filtered):

"Good, you found a way in.

All of the information that I have gathered so far indicates
that the Alien invasion of the Marathon has been relatively
uncoordinated. I suspect that this is partially due
to the Marathon's large size.

However disorderly the Alien invasion is, their assault of the
Computer Net has been extremely effective. I detect security
breaches in almost every computer system onboard the Marathon;
I have learned that there is an Alien creature that is capable
of interfacing with our systems.

You must kill any of these creatures that you find. It is a
priority that we stop them. Even now, they are penetrating my
defenses."

Jones:

"Guess we'll have to stop them, then."

BOB:

"Mind if I stay here?"

Jones:

"You sure?"

The BOB nods and pulls a pistol out of a locker beside the terminal. After a moment Jones stands on the jump pad and disappears in a TV snow-like teleport effect.

19 INT. TUNNEL

Jones appears in a reverse of the effect we just saw. A Pfhor Fighter attacks almost immediately. Rather than waste ammo, Jones swings back and punches the Fighter. Yellow goo splatters all over.

Jones:

"Contents under pressure, do not puncture."

He chuckles sardonically and does the same to the next pair, before logging onto another of those omnipresent terminals.

Leela (O.S., filtered):

"Glad you're still alive."

Jones:

"I hear that there are bigger guns nearby."

Leela (O.S., filtered):

"Indeed. I am now in contact with a number of colonists planetside, but
their reports on the situation below are conflicting and
obviously exaggerated. The primary medium-range radio antenna
has been disabled or destroyed, which makes communication
extremely difficult.

The only thing which seems clear is that the spaceport was
obliterated by low-yield nuclear weapons minutes after the
attack on the Marathon began. This I can verify through my
own optical instruments.

The invaders seem to be more interested in the Marathon than
the colony, at least in the short term. The motives behind
their unprovoked attack are still unknown, however.

As for the bigger guns, there are MA-75 assault rifles in the lockers here."

She highlights a spot on the floorplan beside the text.

"I can't teleport you from here, so you will need to find another terminal to leave this area. Be careful; the doors and elevators in this part of the ship are malfunctioning."

Jones:

"Thanks for the update. I'll be in touch."

Leela (O.S., filtered):

"Acknowledged."

20 INT. ARMORY

GUNS and AMMO on racks all around the room. We hear the now-familiar sound of the .44 heralding Jones' arrival. He grabs an MA-75 ASSAULT RIFLE off the rack, loads a clip and grenade cylinder, racks the bolt, and grabs all the ammo he can carry.

The MA-75 is a dual-purpose weapon, looking like a cross between the Armat M-41A from Aliens and the H&K XM29 OICW. The primary mode is a 52-round box-fed, fully automatic 7.62mm AR, with an integral seven-round cylinder-fed 30mm grenade launcher, also automatic, underneath.

21 EXT. FIRING RANGE-FLASHBACK

Flashback sequence: We see PVT. JONES, a man in his early 20s, standing in line with a group of similar soldiers. A UESC DRILL SERGEANT is explaining the use of the MA-75.

Sarge:

"It's a noisy toy designed to impress pompous old generals, with way too much muzzle climb and a recoil akin to that of wrestling a greased pig. Speaking of grease, the lubricants are also crap which means no firing in a vacuum. Still, it's not totally useless and it's all we're getting, so..."

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22 INT. CORRIDOR

Jones moves along a dark, dingy corridor, rifle raised.

23 INT. MAINTENANCE ACCESS

One of those places where most rarely go. Jones spots a pair of computer terminals and breaths a sigh of relief.

*ZAP!*

The relief is short-lived as several S'pht swoop in. Jones takes a hit before he raises the MA-75 and FIRES. The rifle is extremely loud, with a muzzle flash to rival that of the M-56A2 smartgun seen in Aliens.

The S'pht fritz and vaporize one after another. After sweeping for more opponents, Jones goes to one of the terminals and contacts Leela.

Leela: (O.S., filtered):

"Hello, again. I have the update as promised.

The Marathon's automated defenses were disabled during the
initial attack by a directed magnetic pulse. The aliens used
the same weapon to disable Durandal and Tycho, and to
severely damage myself.

Since Durandal is responsible for controlling the ship's autonomous
functions, doors, life support, kitchens, air reprocessors and
stairs are increasingly unreliable. Because he is non-functional, I am working to assume as many of these tasks as possible. Tycho controls
the science and engineering network, which I am also attempting to operate.

Now that you are better armed, our first priority is to
reactivate the Marathon's defenses, under my control, so that
we may offer some resistance to the aliens. I have built
three replacement circuit boards for the defense system, but
cannot move them from the manufacturing center without
assistance.

I will now transport you to retrieve the replacement parts,
and will give you further instructions when you arrive."

Jones:

"Got it."

He steps onto the JUMP PAD and beams out.

24 INT. TELEPORTER ROOM

Jones BEAMS IN and fires up the terminal.

Jones:

"Still there?"

Leela (O.S., filtered):

"Listen carefully; there isn't much time.

The Marathon's Automatic Manufacturing Systems have finished
making replacement circuits. There are three circuits; each
should be in its manufacturing holding chamber.

With luck, the alien viruses have not infiltrated the
Manufacturing Systems, but even if they had, I would have no
way of knowing. The attacks on my systems are growing more
steady. If the counterattack is not able to remove some of
the computer infiltrators, then I will eventually succumb.

It is absolutely imperative that a counterattack begin as soon
as possible. The Marathon is not defenseless, and we can't
let it be taken without a fight.

This terminal is failing; you must find another one in order to keep moving."

Jones:

"We're not finished yet. Hang in there."

The text disappears, replaced by a message which should be visible to the viewer:

JJARO WERE AT TAU CETI

Jones:

"What the hell?"

He punches a button. The screen FLICKERS and goes dark. Jones unslings the MA-75, opens the door, and steps into:

25 INT. CORRIDOR

Jones turns right and runs into a swarm of Pfhor Fighters and Wasps.

The WASP is a screeching, goo spitting, four-winged, one-eyed alien bug that has a maddening habit of dropping in when your back's turned.

Jones doesn't think much of them either. *RATATATATAT!* *RATATATAT!*

He mows them down, only to see a larger swarm approaching from the left. He spins and fires the grenade launcher. *THUPP!* *THUPP!* *THUPP!* *THUPP!* *THUPP!* *THUPP!* *THUPP!*

Seven rounds of canned carnage leave the muzzle in rapid succession. Jones ducks back into the teleporter room and reloads. When he steps out, the Pfhor are gone; splattered all over the walls, floor, and ceiling.

26 POV SHOT-HUD

Jones' vision, with the suit's Heads Up Display superimposed. We see:

Lower left: A 360-degree MOTION TRACKER, green lines on a black circle, with "15M" displayed underneath.

Middle left: Shield Power (Red bar, nearly full) and Air Tank (Blue bar, full).

Jones looks left and right, then swings left as THREE RED TRIANGLES approach on the tracker display.

25A INT. CORRIDOR

Three Fighters advance TOWARDS CAMERA, chattering. PAN WITH THEM as they walk around the corner and are cut down in a hail of 7.62mm FMJ bullets.

Jones appears, smoke wafting from the rifle's muzzle.

Jones:

"Suckers."

He enters the manufacturing center. We hear several more bursts of rifle fire.

27 INT. MANUFACTURING CENTER

Jones walks along the wall, opening small panels and removing ammunition from miniature conveyor belts. Then he also collects two CURCUIT BOARDS, needed to get the MADDs back on-line. He comes to the last one... It's empty.

Jones:

"Uh oh..."

He quickly spots a terminal and walks over. Unlike previous consoles, this one recites in a bland, masculine version of Star Trek's LCARS voice.

Terminal (O.S., filtered):

"Automatic Manufacturing System

*Transfer 5992-p delayed

*Transfer 5993-p delayed

*Transfer 5994-p delayed

*Transfer 5995-p delayed

*Transfer 5996-p delayed

*Transfer 5997-p delayed

*Transfer canceled
-AMS Transport System Error
***CAUSE UNKNOWN***

*TRANSPORT MATERIALS ON
INTER-TRANSFER COUNTER*"

Jones:

"Oh, -blam!-."

Leela (O.S., filtered):

"Exactly. I was afraid this would happen. You'll have to go to the
Manufacturing Transport Station to get the last circuit board.

Collect the two circuit boards that were transferred and then
go to the Transport Station. Take an elevator to the transfer station core and see if you can find the last chip. Hurry!"

Jones:

"Got it."

Jones turns and sprints toward a maintenance tunnel. Checking the MA-75's clip, he charges into the darkness.

28 POV SHOT-INT. TUNNEL

First person again. We see red triangles all over the tracker screen.

28A INT. TUNNEL-FOLLOWING JONES

As he opens fire, shredding the enemy; doing what he does best.

29 INT. TRANSPORT STATION-LOWER LEVEL

As Jones sprints around the circular room, strafing Pfhor and S'pht. After everything's dead, he jumps aboard an elevator set in the room's central core.

30 INT. TRANSPORT STATION-UPPER LEVEL

Jones emerges and immediately runs into a Pfhor. He whacks it with the butt of his rifle, crushing the monster against the wall.

Jones:

"Whoa!"

He has just seen something through a nearby WINDOW.

This is our first clear view of the Pfhor SCOUTSHIP. It has the same organic look as the fighter ship we saw before but it's much larger, over two kilometers long. Equipped with a warp drive and enough weapons to carpet-bomb a small planet.

Jones turns away and opens up the Transfer Station core system. And there's the third chip, which he grabs before retracing his steps.

31 INT. MANUFACTURING STATION

Back at the terminal...

Leela (O.S., filtered):

"Good job.

I have received reports from some human security forces. They
agree that the Aliens are concentrating on the aft Engineering
Section. I would conjecture that they will try to shut down
the Marathon's reactors.

Your next mission will be to put the Automatic Defenses
on-line. I will give you exact information when you arrive.

Teleport when ready."

Jones NODS grimly.

Jones:

"Understood."

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32 INT. ENGINEERING

Where a firefight rages between red-uniformed SECURITY BOBS and Pfhor Fighters and Troopers.

The TROOPERS are similar to fighters, except that they are vacuum-enabled and carry a weapon similar to the MA-75s used by the security team.

We see the BOBs fall back, sealing a door and taking up positions behind hastily erected BARRICADES. Their leader, a tired-looking man named Volker von Muller, crouches and speaks into a personal audio recorder.

Muller (low):

"Our defenses are collapsing. I had no idea just how soft all
of our security personnel have become. They just can't fight
anymore. Maybe it was the stasis, or maybe they just never
fought a hard fight.

Worse yet, that damn computer keeps giving me empty promises
about reinforcements. I've been doing all that I can just to
keep the Aliens from reaching the main generator area, but we
won't last long without help."

The Pfhor somehow open the door and come streaming in. We see what Muller is talking about; the security men are unagile and inexperienced. Muller stands and fires, knocking a Trooper backwards.

Muller:

"Come on, people! We have to stop them!"

33 INT. ENGINEERING TELEPORT CENTER

Our hero beams in and immediately blows three Fighters off their feet. After reloading, he heads for the nearest console.

Leela (O.S., filtered):

"I have received a preliminary report from some members of the
science staff who have finished post-mortem examinations on
three kinds of Aliens. They report that by modern
genealogical standards the different Aliens belong to
different species. I have been collecting as much
information as I can and will give you a report shortly.

I have established contact with Durandal for the first time
since the attack. He seems to have sustained less damage than
I had previously suspected.

Durandal reports that he has been in communication with the
Aliens. He says that the Aliens behind the invasion call
themselves the Pfhor, and that the ones attacking the computer
net are called S'pht. But he was reluctant to share the
details of his communication and I cannot understand this.

Your mission here is rather simple. You must insert the
circuits in the Defense Control terminals here, here, and here. Good luck."

As she speaks, three red circles appear on the map display.

Jones:

"Understood. Jones out."

He powers down the system and turns toward:

34 INT. CORRIDOR

Much the same as any other. Jones comes to the end, pounds the control panel, and steps through the door into:

35 CONTINUOS-INT. PLATFORM

Jones is standing on a massive CARGO PLATFORM, built for moving prefabricated engineering equipment. The elevator is currently at the top of its range.

Jones walks across to the control panel and pushes a few buttons. The panel EXPLODES, knocking Jones backwards. From below comes the loud grinding of damaged machinery as the lift starts UPWARDS.

Jones looks up, realizing that he's got less than a minute before floor meets ceiling. He moves to the wall and starts looking for something.

Jones:

"Come on, come on..."

He finds what he's looking for, an emergency door built into the wall. He pulls a LEVER set in the wall beside it and throws himself through the door as the space becomes too short to stand in.

36 INT. MAINTENANCE TUNNEL

Jones leans against the wall and tries to catch his breath. He needs ammo; he needs a suit recharge; but above all, he needs to know what the hell is going on.

That's all I've got so far. I'll keep working on it, and maybe do a Marathon 2 script after this...

  • 06.16.2004 7:20 PM PDT
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WOW. I didn't read it because thats a hella long post but I have to commend you just on your effort alone.

  • 06.16.2004 7:26 PM PDT

Ach! Was ist los?

Well, thank you.

  • 06.16.2004 7:39 PM PDT
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It's just... so beautiful! Excuse me, I got somthing in my eye.

  • 06.16.2004 9:53 PM PDT

All I can say is ... Holey moley! How long did that take you?!

I hope you've saved this somewhere! And print out a copy as well, just in case.

- Reiginko

  • 06.17.2004 6:10 AM PDT

Ach! Was ist los?

Took me about two weeks, on and off, and I'm still working on it.

And yes, I have multiple local copies.

  • 06.17.2004 7:35 AM PDT