0980 (Wing Commander Prophecy cutscene)

INT. MIDWAY REC ROOM (GUMP)

Finley is at the bar. She comes up...

FINLEY

Have a drink?

CASEY

Oh, thanks, Aurora. What’s new in your

camp?

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

She gets closer to him.

FINLEY

You know, now that I've found a way to

cut through the alien jamming, we've

made contact with the Kats on E'Loy.

CASEY

Would these transmissions be

classified?

FINLEY

(nods)

Strictly need to know for senior

officers. If a certain Lieutenant were

to hear about it he'd be risking a

court martial.

CASEY

(a grin)

           What are you waiting for? Spill the 
           beans.

FINLEY

What was once the capital city of E'Loy

has been lain to waste. The Kilrathi

have uploaded data on the alien craft

and I'm processing it now.

CASEY

Do they require assistance?

FINLEY

There are too few Kat left to help. And

apparently they count themselves lucky.

The aliens took many prisoners...

(long pause)

CASEY

And...?

FINLEY

And... that's it. I lost contact right

after their data upload. I've been

trying to reestablish communication for

the last several hours to no avail.

CASEY

Not that I wanted to hear anything

more.

(CONTINUED)

INT. ALIEN SHIP TORTURE CHAMBER

A helpless, bound Blair has been strapped into a bizarre, alien-shaped
chair in a starkly lit chamber. Various machines are positioned around the
chair, ready to be moved into place when needed.

BLAIR

Who are you? What do you want?

Blair's chair suddenly swivels around, and a bank of bright lights shine
down into his face. His eyes blink. Beyond the lights we can barely make
out several shadowy figures.

Blair struggles against his bindings as he hears strange rustlings and
moans in the shadows; sees bizarre shapes moving toward him.

BLAIR

Whatever you're planning to do; get it

over with. I'm a busy man.

An adjustable appendage shaped like a giant wrench whines down from above
so that its open jaws frame Blair's head.

Two thin, metal rods emerge from either side of the "wrench." As their
blinking tips touch his temples, Blair reacts with a start.

BLAIR

Damn you!

A GLOWING GLASS KNIFE now whines down from the ceiling on a steel armature.
It descends toward the helpless Blair. He struggles, but there's nothing he
can do. Ever so slowly, the knife nears his left eye. Blair screams.

INT. MIDWAY REC ROOM

-- As Casey abruptly wakes up, having fallen asleep on one of the tables.
He is alone in the Rec Room; clearly troubled by the lingering images of
the dream.

At least it was just a nightmare -- or was it?