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Halo 1
Cortana: It's over... Halo, It's finished.
Master Chief: No, I think were just getting started.
This is my little script I made for the beginning of a Halo: Fall of Reach movie out of boredom. I don't expect anybody to give a rats ass about it. Im posting here for enjoyment. So don't go flammin'. Caps = not dialog
SCREEN IN COMPLETE DARKNESS
Captain: Captains log 2525, July 10th. Bridge of the UNSC Heracles. At approximately February 3rd, communication was lost with the outer colony Harvest. Insurgent activity in the system was immediately suspect, and the UNSC Argos was dispatched to investigate, and reestablish communications with the colony. On April 20th, it is estimated the Argos dropped out of slip space, and arrived in the Epsilon Indi system, nearing Harvest. No further reports where received.
Exactly 15 minutes ago, battlegroup 4, comprised of the Arabia, Vostok, and my own ship The Heracles, exited slip space near Harvest. Mission priority is to locate the Argos, and Harvest population. We are authorized to engage rebel forces on sight.
THUNDER FLASHES ON SCREEN, REVEALING A WASTELAND. THE SURFACE OF HARVEST IS SNOWY, AND THE SKY IS FILLED WITH ROLLING STORM CLOUDS. AT THE CORNERS OF THE SCREEN ARE MULTIPLE SIGNS AND SYMBOLS. ALTITUDE, TEMPATURE, DISTANCE, AND SEEMINGLY RANDOM NUMBERS AND COORDIANTES. VIEW CHANGES TO ODST LOOKING FROM BEHIND VISOR. BEHIND HIM, SEVERAL DOZEN PELICANS LAND AND TAKE OFF, DROPPING OFF MORE MARINES. MARINES SCRAMBLE ABOUT.
AN ODST (Lt) HURRIES FORWARD, RIFLE UP. HE CONSTANTLY CHECKS HIS SIGHTS AND CORNERS. HE HAS HIS BACK TO WHAT APPEARS TO BE UNCONNECTED STANDING WALLS.
Lt: Hailing UNSC Hercales, this is the Lt. Sensors aren't picking up anything but echos down here. Requesting thermal map of surrounding area, over.
Intel officer 1: Request granted, over.
THE LT. PRESSES A FEW BUTTONS ON HIS ARM. A MAP APPEARS ON HIS VISOR, SHOWING MORE THAN A HUNDRED MARINES SPREADING OUTWARDS AS YELLOW DOTS.
Lt(SHAKES HEAD): Nothing. What in gods name happened here?
VIEW SLOWLY ZOOMS OUT TO SHOW THE ENTIRE MARINE FORCE, WITH PELICANS STILL INBOUND, AND SOME SCOUTING THE AREA. FINALLY, THE SCREEN SHOWS THE REMAINS OF A SMALL AND RUINED CITY.
VIEW CHANGES TO SPACE, SHOWING A UNSC SHIP (FRIGATE?). PELICANS AND A VARIGHTY OF OTHER SHIPS CONSTANTLY DETACH FROM THE SHIP, WHILE CONSIDERABLY LESS ARE FLYING BACK TOWARDS IT. VIEW CHANGES AFTER A FEW SECONDS. NOW SCREEN SHOWS INSIDE OF THE BRIDGE. CAPTAIN STANDS VIEWING A TABLE, WITH HOLOGRAMS OF THE OTHER TWO SHIPS LOCATIONS IN CORALATION WITH HIS, HOVERING ABOVE IT. WORKERS ARE ALSO RUNNING AROUND.
Captain: Have we got anything yet?
Intel. Officer 1: No sir. Not a singal heat signature or any signs of life. All major population areas are destroyed, and most of the planets weather patterns seem abnormally unstable. The Arabia and Vostok report similar findings.
Captain(SPEAKING TO SELF): What the hell happened down there?
SCENE CHANGES BACK TO THE LT., GROUNDSIDE. SUDDENLY, ON HIS VISOR SCREEN, THE MAP OF THE AREA APPEARS FLASHING. IT ZOOMS IN TO A SMALL DOT ON THE FAR EDGE OF THE CITY. IT APPEARS WHITE, AND IS MARKED AS "UNKNOWN HEAT SIGNATURE".
Lt: WE GOT A SIGNATURE! ALL POINTS, CONVERGE ON TARGET!
THE LT. TURNS AROUND AND CLIMBS INTO THE PASSANGER SEAT OF A WARTHOG.
Lt: Hit it.
DRIVER HITS ACCELERATOR, AND SNOW FLYS FROM UNDER THE TIRES, ONTO A MARINE, BEFORE IT TAKES OFF.
THE MARINE BRUSHES THE SNOW OFF HIS CHEST PLATE, THEN LOOKS AT SOME OF IT IN HIS HAND. HE USES HIS FINGERS TO MOVE THE SNOW AROUND. SCREEN MOVES IN TO SEE THAT MIXED IN WITH THE SNOW, ARE NUMEROUS ASH PARTICLES, AND A PIECE OF FABRIC.
Marine 1: What the hell?...
SCENE CHANGES TO THE WARTHOG GRINDING TO A STOP, THE LT. LEAPS FROM IT TOWARDS A SMALL COMPLEX. IT SEEMS TO BE THE REMAINS OF A LARGE, MALL LIKE BUILDING. NUMEROUS MARINES AND SOME ODST ARE ALREADY SURRONDING IT. THE LT. GIVES A HAND SIGNAL, AND THE MARINES ENTER THE ROOFLESS COMPLEX. THE LT. QUICKLY FOLLOWS, AND ALL THE MARINES HAVE FLASHLIGHTS ACTIVATED. THEY ENTER THE BUILDING FROOM ALL SIDES, AND EVENTUALLY SORROUND A COURTYARD LIKE AREA IN THE CENTER. ITS EMPTY. THE LT. EMERGES FROM THE IDLE GROUP OF MARINES, AND WALKS CLOSER TO THE CENTER OF THE COURTYARD. THE MARINES STAND BACK. THE LT. BRINGS UP THE THERMAL MAP ON HIS VISOR ONCE MORE. THE WHITE DOT IS DIRECTLY ON TOP OF HIM. HE LOOKS AROUND, NOTHING.
SCENE SWITCHES TO BRIDGE ONCE MORE.
Intel officer 1 (to captain): Sir, were picking up multiple objects emerging from the far side of the planet. Attempting to classify.
Captain 1 (looking on holographic image on holo-table): Are they insurgents?
Intel officer 1: Sir, heat sensors are picking up something, but we can't get a clear view. I have no idea what they are.
SCENE SWITCHES TO MARINE GROUNDSIDE, THE SAME THAT FOUND ASH AND FABRIC IN THE SNOW. HE BEGGINS DIGGING WITH HIS HANDS INTO THE GROUND, GETTING MORE AND MORE ASH THE DEEPER HE GOES. UNTILL THERE IS ONLY ASK, AND NO SNOW. THEN HE GRABS ONTO SOMETHING AND PULLS IT OUT. IT'S A MARINE HELMET, BADLY SCARRED AND DAMAGED. HE EXAMINS IT FOR A FEW SECONDS, AND YANKS OUT THE MEMORY CARD ON IT THAT RECORDS VIDEO. HE EXAMINS THAT AS WELL, AND JAMES IT INTO HIS OWN HELMET. SCNENE SWITCHES TO HIS VISOR VIEW.
THE PICTURE IS STATICY, AND FRAGMENTED. IT SHOWS THE SAME CITY, BUSTLING WITH PEOPLE. THE SUPPOSED MARINE IS IN THE MIDDLE OF A HUGE MOB, SCREAMING AND PUSHING THERE WAY TOWARD A FEW ELEVATED SHUTTLES. ITS REMARKABLY SUNNY, THEN THERES AN EXPLOSION, A FEW JETS OF GREEN LIGHT (PLASMA PISTOL SHOTS), AND THE IMAGE GOES DARK.
THE MARINE STANDS, AND OPENS A COM FREQUENCY. ONLY HIS UPPER BODY IS SHOWN, ABOVE THE SHOULDERS.
Marine 1: Lt., sir!
SWITCHES TO THE CONFUSED LT., SPEAKING INTO HIS ARM.
Lt: What is it?
SWITCHES BACK.
I just found something! It's a video fragmen-
THE MARINE GASPS, AND LOOKS DOWN. THE CAMERA FOLLOWS TO REVEAL TWO TWIN POINTS OF BLUE/WHITE ENERGY SPROUTING FROM HIS CHEST. THEY SLIDE OUT, AND THE MARINE COLLAPSES ONTO THE FLOOR. BEHIND HIM FLOATS A PLASMA SWORD. THE AIR AROUND IT SEEMS TO BE DISTORTED.
CAMERA SWITCHES BACK TO THE LT.
Lt: Private? PRIVATE?! GOD DAMN IT, ANSWER! THAT'S AN ORDER MARINE!
ANOTHER MARINE APPROCHES THE LT.
Marine 2: Sir, picking up more signatures.
Lt: What?
THE LT. ACTIVATES THE THERMAL MAP AGAIN. THE WHITE DOT IS STILL THERE, RIGHT WHERE HE WAS. BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING ELSE, THE LT. ZOOMS OUT. ANOTHER WHITE DOT APPEARED OUTSIDE THE CITY, THEN ANOTHER, AND ANOTHER, APPEARING MORE FREQUENTLY EVERY SECOND. DOZENS STARTED MATERIALIZING ALL OVER THE COMPLEX, AND OUTSIDE IT AS WELL.
CAMERA SWITCHES TO GROUP OF MARINES ON EDGE OF CITY. THEY CAUTIOUSLY WANDER FORWARD, RIFLES RAISED. ONE OF THEM (MARINE 3)SEES AN AREA OF DISTORTED AIR IN FRONT OF HIM, HE PAUSES FOR A SECOND.
CAMERA SWITCHES TO ANOTHER MARINE (4) IN SAME GROUP. HE HEARS THE YELL OF MARINE 3. HE SPINS AROUND, AND HIS FLASH LIGHT ILLUMINATES MARINE 3 BEING HELD IN THE AIR BY AN INVISIBLE FORCE. IMMEDIATELY AFTER, A BLUE PLASMA SWORD ARCS THROUGH THE AIR, CUTTING MARINE 3 CLEAN IN HALF. MARINE 4 YELLS AND OPENS FIRE.
CAMERA PANS BACK TO LT.
Marine 4 (switches on COM channel): WE GOT CONTACT! WE GOT HOSTILE CONTACT! WE GOT CONT-
MARINE 4'S VOICE IS SUCKED BACK INTO HIS THROAT AS IF HE HAD BEEN SUDDENLY STABBED.
LT. 1: ALL POINTS RETREAT BACK TO DROP ZONE! NOW! NOW!
THE LT. IS SUDDENLY LIT UP BY A BLUISH LIGHT. CAMERA PANS TO DEAD MARINE 4, LYING ON THE GROUND. ZOOMS IN TO HIS HAND, WHICH HAS A DATA PAID IN IT. THE WHITE POINT WHERE THE LT. WAS LOCATED (MARKED) WAS GROWING LARGER. UNTILL IT TOOK UP HALF THE CITY.
CAMERA PANS BACK TO LT. HE LOOKS UP, AND INVOLUNTARILY TAKES A FEW STEPS BACK AND FALLS ON THE GROUND, CRAWLING BACKWARDS, AWAY FROM THE CENTER OF THE COURTYARD. THE REMAINING MARINES IN THE COURTYARD YELL, AND RUN OUT. SOME OPEN FIRE INTO THE SKY. CAMERA PANS TO SEE WHAT THE LT IS SEEING. SEVERAL HUGE BLUE AND PURPLE LIGHTS OCCUPY THE SKY. A SWIRLING VORTEX OF SNOW AND ASHFILLS THE AIR AS THE SHIP RISES.
CAMERA SWITCHES TO RANDOM MARINES RUNNING FOR THERE LIVES, BLUE PLASMA IGNITE BEHIND THEM. THEY FLY THROUGH THE AIR AND HIT THE MARINES IN THE BACK, AND THEY CRASH TO THE GROUND. OTHER MARINES FIRE. THE ENTIRE TIME, THE ENEMY REMAINS CLOAKED, TO INSURE AUDIENCE DOES NOT SEE WHAT THEY ARE SHOOTING AT. A GUNNER ON A WARTHOG FIRES NONSTOP AS THE DRIVER SPEEDS THROUGH THE RUINED CITY. SUDDENLY A HUGE BLUE LIGHT INGNITES NEAR THE WARTHOG (WRAITH MORTAR), AND IT OVERTURNES. THE GUNNER CLIMBS OUT, AND THREE PINK CRYSTAL SHARDS (NEEDLER) STAB HIM IN THE SHOULDER AND NECK. HE FALLS ON HIS KNEES, AND THE SHARDS EXPLODE. CAMERA SWITCHES TO SHIPS IN SPACE IMMIDEATLY AS THIS HAPPENS.
THE THREE SHIPS SIT IDILY. SUDDENLY MULTIPLE STREAMS OF PLASMA IGNITE FROM AN UNKOWN SOURCE OFF SCREEN, AND RACE TOWARDS THE SHIPS. CAMERA FOLLOWS PLASMA BEAM AS IT RACES TOWARDS SHIP AT EXTREME SPEED AND IMPACTS. CAMERA SHOWS THE ARABIA GET HIT BY DOZENS OF THESE PLASMA BEAMS ALONG ITS PORT SIDE. IT EXPLODES IN A FANTASTIC SHOW OF MELTED METAL, SCRAP, AND HUMAN BODIES.
CAMERA PANS TO BRIDGE OF THE HERACLES. CREW MEMBERS ARE SCRAMBLING ABOUT CHAOTICLY.
Captain: WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!
Intel officer 2: Sir, where getting a transmition! Audio only!
Captain: WHAT THE HELL? Patch it through!
BRIDGE GOES ABRUBLTY QUITE. CREW STOPS TO LISTEN.
CAMERA PANS GROUNDSIDE, SHOWING RANDOM SCENES OF MARINES BEING SLAUGHTERED FROM UNKOWN SOURCES. AS WELL AS THE TWO REMAINING SHIPS MANEUVERING IN BETWEEN JETS OF PLASMA, BUT STILL GETTING HIT. COMPLETE CHAOS AND DEATH EVERYWHERE. LONGSWORDS BEING SHOT, AND EXPLODING. ALL SCENES ARE MUTE, SAVE SOME LOW CHORUS MUSIC, AS THE TRANSMITION PLAYS.
Voice: Your destruction is the will of the gods... And we are there instrument!
SCREEN GOES DARK
CREDITS BEGIN. SHOWN AS FORERUNNER TERMINAL AND COMPUTER EFFECTS
SCREEN GOES DARK ONCE MORE
TEXT APPEARS
2517, 8 Years prior
[Edited on 12.06.2009 3:57 PM PST]