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Act One, Scene Three
Sound of fabric bag being pulled away and screen becomes bright, and foggy, but slowly comes into focus.
*Silva slowly looks around*
The room is small, and bare except for a pair of tables, a large hole in the wall, and a couple lockers (High Ground computer room [spec configuration])
Camera zooms out of First Person, Silva is crouched near the back of the room
*Foot steps approaching from behind, but Silva can’t turn around. The foot steps stop and a man comes out of one of one of the door ways.*
“Rebel Leader”: I must give you credit, you wounded our sniper, and gave some of our troops a run for their money, but fortunately, they aren’t gambling men.
Now, who are you, rank, name, the works.
Silva: *stays silent, and looks down*
“Rebel Leader”: Oh, so you want to play a game, eh? Well, lets put it this way son, you can comply or I kill one or two of your buddies for every answer I don’t get. Capeesh?
Silva: *remains silent, does not even acknowledge the “Rebel Leader”*
“Rebel Leader”: Very well, bring in the prisoner.
Silva: *raises head slightly, but lowers it quickly*
Trainee is walked in by two “Rebels” wielding BRs, and is forced to crouch with a “Rebel” at each shoulder.
“Rebel Leader”: So, are you still going to be a hard ass or are you going to answer me?
Silva: *looks up into the “Rebel Leaders” face and spits, and looks*
“Rebel Leader”: *Furious, punches Silva in the head (whose head drops), and walks over to the Trainee* Lift up that ones (Silva) head; I want him to watch this.
*“Rebel” moves hand behind head and forces up. This is to be done by placing weapon into Silva’s head and Silva and “Rebel” look up together*
“Rebel Leader”: This is what your actions have earned. *Shoots Trainee in the head* Now, are you going to tell me what I want, or do I need to bring more of your Comrades in here?
Silva (seems to spit out words): -blam!- you.
“Rebel Leader”: Very Well *motions for the remaining ODST Trainees to enter the room. Each Trainee crouches, and at each end, and one behind the middle Trainee is a “Rebel”*
*Each of the Trainees looks around and eventually sees the body of the Trainee on the floor. One looks from the body to Silva and back again. The two other Trainees look around nervously, and eventually look at the “Rebel Leader”*
“Rebel Leader”: So, *walks away from the body of the “dead” Trainee and kneels in front of Silva* are you going to tell me or not?
Silva: *Raises head back slightly as if in apprehension, lets out a sigh, and lowers his head*I am Lance Corporal Antonio Silva of the United Nations Space Command. Serial Number: 01853-58392-49320-48033.
Overseer *Voice from outside the room*: That’s enough Corporal, at ease.
Silva and Trainees: *Looks around several times in confusion*
Overseer: Congratulations, you have just passed the first session of your training.
Silva: Hold on, (Raises voice) What the -blam!- is going on here?
Overseer (calmly): You and your fellow Trainees have just passed the induction session to get into the ODST training program. You current location is the barracks of UNSC Training Facility B.
Trainee (sarcastically): You gotta be kidding me….
Overseer: (Serious) I never “kid” Corporal. (Calm, and authoritative)
*Pauses*
This session was designed to test how much stress you could take before “braking”. Some of you did better then others, and some of you will be returning to your prior Battalions.
The “deceased” members of your squad were merely disabled by a paint pellet loaded with a paralysing agent.
Now, get some rest, we’ve got plenty to do tomorrow.
Screen fades to black.