Wing Commander in Real Time - Day 3 - 0800 Zulu
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179 INT. TIGER CLAW - BRIDGE
- Sansky is nowhere to be seen. The remaining officers look
- haggard and exhausted. Gerald is looking at a panel of
- scanners.
180 INT. TIGER CLAW - BRIDGE - ON SCANNER SCREEN
- A deep crater, half in shadow.
- GERALD
- There. Put her down there!
181. EXT. TIGER CLAW - MOON SURFACE
- The big, crippled ship eases into black shadow of the
- crate, until only its lights are visible. Then, it
- kills its lights, becomes nearly invisible.
- A moment later, A LARGE DRONE, first seen from its fiery
- exhaust, hovers into view, gets its bearings and streaks
- into space. It has several strange antennae and domes on
- its hull.
182 INT. TIGER CLAW - BRIDGE
- The bridge is in near darkness, except for the moonglow
- and the monitors. Deveraux and Paladin arrive on the
- bridge. They look at each other -- where is Sansky?
- OBUTU
- Decoy away, Commander. She has a bigger
- electronic signature than the
- Concordia. I think she'll fool them,
- sir.
- GERALD
- I hope you're right. Secure all active
- scanners. Passive systems only.
- Gerald turns his attention to the bank of visual
- scanners. Everyone else also stops what they are doing...
- High above them, they can see a series of bright dots in
- formation.
- OBUTU
- There. The Kilrathi battle group.
- No one speaks, transfixed by the image on the little
- screen. The seconds feel more like years. Then...
- RADAR MAN
- They've missed us. They're following
- the decoy.
- There is a moment of wild cheering. But Paladin hears
- something.
- PALADIN
- Quiet!
- This startles everyone into silence. Then they hear it...
- the steady beep-beeping of a radar detector.
- PALADIN (CONT'D)
- A destroyer...hunting for us.
- The passive radar detector increases in frequency.
- RADAR MAN
- They've spotted us!
- PALADIN
- No. We're in a dense radiation belt.
- Gamma rays are clouding their screens.
- If they don't see us... they won't find
- us.
- This is cold comfort as the steady beeping of the radar
- detector grows more insistent.
183 EXT. ABOVE MOON - KILRATHI DESTROYER
- The Destroyer LAUNCHES A MISSILE into a crater. A
- mushroom loud rises from the surface of the moon.
184 INT. TIGER CLAW - BRIDGE
- The ship vibrates as a seismic tremor passes under it.
- GERALD
- They're nuking every crater. Methodical
- bastards.
- The pinging sounds come closer and closer together.
185 EXT. ABOVE THE CRATER
- The Kilrathi destroyer launches another missile. It
- streaks into the far side of the crater, the half in
- sunlight. The Destroyer moves on, a mushroom cloud rising
- behind it.
186 INT. TIGER CLAW - VARIOUS STATIONS - MONTAGE:
- The ship is rocked by a POWERFUL SHOCK WAVE.
- HANGER BAY: Men and equipment are thrown about. Olivia
- and Jones are CRUSHED as a damaged Rapier tears free of
- it's moorings! Fire erupts.
SC. 187 MERGED WITH SC. 186
188 INT. TIGER CLAW - TORPEDO ROOM
TORPEDO ROOM: The shock CRACKS OPEN A TUBE, sucking the atmosphere out of the room. Men are LIFTED INTO THE AIR and pulled screaming into the fractured tube. Others try to reach the far hatchway. Spaceman RODRIGUEZ punches the emergency button. The hatch door slides shut, trapping Rodriguez and the remaining men inside. RODRIGUEZ'S face appears in the porthole.
REVERSE ANGLE: On the faces of the crewmen safe on the other side of the door, as they watch Rodriguez die horribly inside.SC. 189 MERGED WITH SC. 188
190 INT. TIGER CLAW - FLIGHT DECK
- Blair picks himself off the deck, reacts to a sudden
- whistling sound....Then others hear it, look around, fear
- evident.
- BLAIR
- What's that sound?
- PETERSON
- The doors are falling!
- The outer bay doors begin to groan and warp slightly.
- Light objects nearby fly up and stick to a crack in the
- seal between the doors.
- PETERSON (CONT'D)
- Grab anything that will seal it! Now!
- MANIAC squats at the edge of the flight deck, watches
- with a blank expression as pilots and crewmen race into
- action.
- BLAIR is running for the crack when he sees a composite
- wing of a Rapier next to a damaged fighter that was being
- repaired.
- BLAIR
- Someone help me!
- The wing is too heavy for Blair alone. Peterson hurries
- over to help. It can barely be lifted by both of them.
- The whistling grows more ominous.Debris is flying around the flight deck, being sucked
- toward the crack in the doors
- BLAIR (CONT'D)
- Come on. We can do it.
- They haul the wing close to the doors. The suction from
- the crack is so strong that the only thing keeping Blair
- and Peterson anchored to the floor is the weight of t he
- wing.
- MANIAC sees Blair trip over a piece of debris on the
- deck. He stumbles, losing his g rip on the wing.
- HE'S sucked towards the crack--a dead man--until he
- manages to grab on to a hook bolted to the deck.
- The other pilots and crew members hang back, not willing
- to risk their lives to save Blair.
- MANIAC stands. BLAIR clings to the hook but his grip is
- slipping. The crew members watch, frozen in inaction.
- HUNTER prominent. He's not going to risk his neck for a
- Pilgrim.
- MANIAC
- You sons of bitches just going to watch
- him die?
- Maniac grabs a cable that was ripped loose from it's
- moorings, wraps it around his waist.
- MANIAC (CONT'D)
- Secure this.
- He tosses the loop of cable over to the other pilots and
- starts towards Blair.
- THE CRACK splits open even wider and the increased
- suction pulls Maniac off his feet. He flies towards the
- crack, then the cable PULLS TIGHT. It stops him from
- being sucked through, but cinches so tightly around his
- waist that it seems to almost cut him in two.
- He swallows a scream, clutches the cable with one hand,
- and like a rock climber skipping across a cliff face,
- makes his way to Blair.
- MANIAC (CONT'D)
- (choked)
- Grab on!
- BLAIR releases his grip on the hook and clings to Maniac.
- MANIAC (CONT'D)
- (screaming at the crew)
- Come on!
- Crew members pull Maniac and Blair a way from the crack.
- Meanwhile Peterson ands several other crew members have
- HOISTED THE RAPIER WING UPRIGHT.
- Anchoring themselves to the deck, they release it -- the
- tremendous force of the vacuum outside SUCKS the heavy
- metal wing up against the crack LIKE IT WERE A LEGO TOY.
- The shrieking howl becomes a slight tea kettle.
- A REPAIR CREW arrives in a cart carrying two large metal
- bottles. They blast around t he wing with a thick
- viscous containment foam that hardens instantly into a
- solid mass, seals the leak.
- BLAIR AND MANIAC huddle together for a moment, and BLAIR
- helps Maniac un-cinch the cable from around his waist. As
- the cable falls away, we see A RING OF BLOOD around
- Maniac's waist, w here the cable has cut into him.
- MANIAC (CONT'D)
- What are you going to do when I'm not
- around to watch your ass?
- BLAIR
- Save your energy.
- (screams)
- Medic! Medic!
- Maniac falls to his knees, nearly passing out. Blair
- supports him.
- MANIAC
- It's my fault -- she would've come back
- in, Blair --
- BLAIR
- She knew what she was doing.
- MANIAC
- I should have protected her.
- BLAIR
- Forbes was a fighter pilot in a war
- zone. She didn't need any protection
- from anybody. She’s dead and that's
- that.
- MANIAC
- How can you be so--
He struggles to lift Maniac who passes out.
- BLAIR (Cont'd)
- (screams)
- Medic!
- Blair and Maniac seem tiny on the vast flight deck.
SC. 191 - 196 OMIT
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Novelization
CHAPTER 21
UNITED
CONFEDERATION
CARRIER TIGER CLAWULYSSES CORRIDOR MARCH 17, 2654
0800 HOURS
ZULU TIME5 HOURS FROM
CHARYBOIS QUASAR
JUMP POINT
- Captain Sansky had sustained a concussion from the blow to his head.
- And worse, on his way to sickbay, he had suffered an acute myocardial
- infarction that had rendered him unconscious. Commander Gerald now
- assumed command of the Tiger Claw. No stranger to the job, Gerald
- threw himself wholeheartedly into the challenge. Without Sansky's
- interference, he felt certain he could save the carrier from another
- onslaught, one that would surely finish her.
- During the attack, Sansky had seemed strangely remote and indecisive.
- The Jay Sansky Gerald knew would have led them headfirst into the fray
- while barking orders and inspiring his officers to find an inner strength
- they never knew they possessed.
- But the old man had shut down, and Gerald refused to believe that fear
- had caused that. In combat, fear could turn a man's mind to water that
- would pour out of his ears. No, something else troubled the captain, and
- the captain's preoccupation left Gerald uneasy.
- As he focused on the images coming in from the Claw's tactical
- scanners that were being displayed on the helmsman's console, he cleared
- his mind of everything but the task at hand: finding cover from the
- Kilrathi battle group headed toward them.
- Pictures from the Jovian-like planet's second moon revealed a string of
- deep craters, one of them large enough to conceal the carrier. "There,"
- Gerald said, pointing at the screen. "Put her down there."
- The helmsman touched a key, locked in the course, and the carrier
- lurched forward. For a moment, Gerald looked to Falk, Sasaki, and Obutu,
- seeking approval in their expressions. All were too busy with their jobs,
- performing them admirably despite their exhaustion.
- Once the carrier had glided over the crater, the helmsman lowered her
- into the shadows of the north wall.
- "I think it's time for that power-down, Mr. Obutu," Gerald said.
- "No problem, sir. Most of our systems are down anyway."
- Gerald spared a smile over that irony. "Is the decoy ready?"
- "Yes, sir."
- "Very well. Launch the decoy."
- "Launch the decoy. Aye-aye, sir."
- After a thump, the decoy blasted away from the carrier. Gerald tracked
- its progress on a monitor. Long antennae extended from its circular hull,
- while a pair of dishes began rotating. The drone slowed a moment to
- compute its bearings, then fired thrusters and aimed for the Jovian-like
- planet's ring system.
- Gerald turned his head at the approach of Taggart and Deveraux. He
- noted a hint of surprise in their expressions as the bridge lights faded,
- then winked out.
- "Decoy away, Commander," Obutu reported. "Systems nominal. She
- has a bigger electronic signature than the Concordia. I think she'll fool
- them, sir."
- "I hope you're right. Secure all active scanners. Passive systems only."
- He dropped into the captain's chair and looked up to a bank of scanners
- above the forward viewport.
- The first moon hung in the right corner of one display, and as Gerald
- studied it, he noticed tiny fluctuations in its glow. Then part of that glow
- seemed to burn off and materialize into brilliant dots. One after another
- the moon shed those dots, and they spread into a triangular formation.
- "There," Obutu said. "The Kilrathi battle group."
- Rapt by the image, Gerald felt his mouth falling open. Never had he
- been so close to so many Kilrathi ships. They stood at the eye of a sleeping
- giant.
- "They've missed us," Mr. Falk said anxiously from his radar screen. He
- smiled broadly. "They're following the decoy."
- The crew cheered. Even Gerald mouthed a "Yes!"
- "Quiet!" Taggart shouted, startling everyone back into silence.
- From that silence rose a steady beeping from one of Falk's passive radar
- detectors.
- "I know that signature," Taggart said, charging toward the radar
- station. "It's a destroyer… hunting for us."
- As if on cue, the beeping increased in pitch and rhythm. Falk's eyes
- bugged out. "They've spotted us!"
- "No," Taggart said, his gaze shifting from the radar screen to the bank
- of scanners behind it. "We're still close enough to the radiation belt.
- Gamma rays are clouding their screens. If they don't see us, they won't
- find us."
- Gerald found cold comfort in Taggart's assurance as the beeping grew
- more insistent. Out of habit, he swung his chair toward Mr. Falk, about to
- demand the destroyer's position.
- However, with the scanners down they were blind. He swung the chair
- back, then the deck lifted sharply.
- "Did you feel that?" Deveraux asked, shifting to his side.
- His chair shook as another vibration passed under the ship. He gritted
- his teeth and puffed air. "Shit. They're nuking every crater. Methodical
- bastards."
- As though they had heard the insult, the Kilrathi released another
- bomb, whose shock wave rumbled through the carrier like a thousand
- ancient cavalrymen.
- "The next one will hit us," Deveraux said.
- "Or it won't," he countered. "We're not moving."
- Taggart placed his hand on Deveraux's shoulder and gently eased her
- back. "Mr. Gerald is right, Commander. We're not moving."
- "They've launched again," Falk shouted. "Here it comes."
* * *
- Although Boss Raznick's voice continued to blare over the intercom,
- Specialist Justin Jones ignored him. He knew his job, had assessed the
- situation, and didn't need the old man breathing down his neck. The
- Kilrathi were launching nukes nearby and everything in the flight hangar
- needed to be secure. Simple math. Rocket science not required.
- Jones knew that Olivia felt the same and would back him up, so long as
- he didn't vanish on one of his treks to the latrine. But Jones could make no
- promises.
- He double-checked the moorings on a Rapier with heavily damaged
- landing skids, got the signal from Olivia to move on—
- Then felt the deck drop away from his boots. He fell onto his side as a
- deafening screech resounded from the bulkheads. The dozens of bombers
- and fighters surrounding him convulsed as the tremor worked its way
- farther into the ship. A few taut cables securing fighters to the deck
- popped free and whipped over fuselages. The wire Jones had just checked
- snapped, as did the one near Olivia, who shouted something, but a
- creaking noise drowned him out.
- Jones looked over his shoulder and saw the Rapier coming down on
- him. Astonished, he thought, I'm not gonna make it. He raised his hands
- in reflex, in a vain effort to stop the fighter, and in surrender to his fate.
* * *
- Rodriguez clung to the bulkhead as the temblor paid an unwelcome
- visit to his Secondary Ordnance room. It seemed odd that alarms did not
- accompany the quake, but nearly all of his systems had been shut down.
- Were they online, he would have noticed that tube integrity had been
- compromised in station number four. The only notice he received came in
- the form of a sudden rush of air that dragged Spaceman Taesha Douglas
- across the room, up the bulkhead, and into the tube. She died without
- time to scream.
- Ashley Galaway rushed toward the hatchway, and Rodriguez pounded
- his fist on the emergency hatch control, sealing himself inside the
- ordnance room. He could see Ashley's pleading eyes through the hatch's
- window. She pounded on the durasteel, pointed at the control, screamed
- for him to open the door.
- But Rodriguez could no longer hear her. The lack of oxygen made him
- grow faint, and his fingers slipped free of the conduit he had been
- gripping. He felt his legs being forced into the tube. His vision grew dark
- around the edges.
- Miguel Rodriguez knew he was going to die, and that was okay. He had
- saved the ship from a major breech. But he wished he could bargain for
- one more hour to spend with Ashley. He could already hear the melodies
- of salsa, carried on the wind.
* * *
- After Maniac had fled the hangar, Blair had tried to smooth things over
- with Hunter and Polanski. But after being cursed at by a jock who called
- himself "Maniac," a jock who had disobeyed orders, and a jock who they
- deemed responsible for the death of their unofficial leader, the two had
- simply walked away. And Blair had known better than to press the issue.
- He had left them to go after Maniac and had returned to the hangar,
- where he had, ironically, found Maniac seated in his Rapier. Then the
- Kilrathi had begun nuking the moon, and more death had fallen upon the
- Tiger Claw.
- Now, as Blair picked himself off the deck, a whistling sound had him
- eyeing the bulkhead, the overhead, and the fighters that had collapsed or
- collided with each other. He shot a look to Maniac, who had left his fighter
- to squat near the lift doors and stare blankly at the chaos. Even the sight
- of two men being crushed by a Rapier had not drawn a reaction from him.
- Blair turned his attention to Deckmaster Peterson, who came sprinting by.
- "What's that sound?"
- Peterson froze, and his head slowly tilted back as he took in the massive
- hangar bay doors. "Oh my God," he mumbled. Then the electricity of the
- moment struck him. He whirled around and shouted to his crew. "The
- door seal is failing! Boss? Activate the energy curtain!"
- "Can't do that," Raznick said over the intercom. "The cats are just
- outside. They'll pick up the surge."
- "Damn it." Peterson looked very much alone, despite the three techs
- who now surrounded him. "All right, all right! Grab anything that will seal
- it. Now!"
- As the techs scattered, Blair quickly scanned the deck and spotted a
- Rapier's detached wing laying amid several toppled tool carts. He bolted
- across the deck, rounded one of the hangar's columns, then kicked power
- tools off of the wing. Seizing one end, he tried to lift it. "Hey! Over here!
- Someone help me."
- Peterson answered the call and grabbed the wing's opposite end as the
- whistling grew louder and lower in pitch. Styrofoam cups, paper, pens,
- and anything else lighter than a kilo or so flew toward the widening breech
- in the doors. Peterson lost his grip on the wing, and it dropped to his hip.
- He began shaking his head, ready to give up.
- "Come on!" Blair urged him. "We can do it!"
- With a guttural hiss, Peterson took up the wing once more. They hauled
- it closer to the doors, and Blair realized that the only thing keeping them
- anchored to the floor now was the wing's weight.
- Out of nowhere, something struck his skull, knocking him off the wing.
- He fell onto his back and got caught in the gale of escaping atmosphere,
- dragged feet-first toward the buckling, yawning doors. He spread his arms
- and palmed the deck in a futile effort to slow himself.
- Techs shouted, their voices whisked away by the tornado-like roar.
- More debris struck the doors with the rat-tat-tat of an automatic
- weapon.
- Blair's hands stung from the building heat, and rubber burned off his
- heels as he dug them in for support.
- He came up on a mooring rung that jutted from the deck. He reached
- for it. Missed. Another passed before he had time to react. A third rushed
- up and he reached for it, extending his arm until the pain brought tears
- and fingers touched, slid over, and clutched the metal. Jerked hard by the
- sudden stop and feeling as though his arm would rip from the socket, Blair
- rolled onto his stomach and gripped the rung with both hands. His cheeks
- rippled as the wind lifted him from the deck, and he began flapping like a
- flag in a hurricane.
- He could see the others now, far ahead, watching in stunned
- fascination. Maniac stood. Hunter lingered behind. Peterson kept his grip
- on the wing as two techs joined him.
- Then Maniac did something surprising. He turned to the others and
- shouted, "You sons of bitches just going to watch him die?" He raced to
- the bomber behind him, retrieved a broken piece of mooring cable, then
- fastened it around his waist. He jabbed the other end in Hunter's hand,
- saying, "Secure this."
- And if Maniac were afraid, no evidence reached his face. He seemed
- angry, enraged even, as he started forward. The doors abruptly parted a
- quarter-meter, and the increased suction yanked him off his feet. He flew
- headlong at Blair, his crimson flight suit ruffling like fanned flames.
- Then he jerked to a halt, dangling just a meter away, the cable cinching
- so tightly around his waist that Blair swore it would cut him in two. He
- swallowed a scream, turned back and seized the cable with one hand, then
- waved to the others for more slack. He rappelled down the deck like a rock
- climber until the cable stopped coming. He waved for more. Hunter shook
- his head. Maniac turned back, released the cable, then, hanging only by
- his waist, thrust out his hands. "Grab on!"
- Blair took one hand off the rung and screamed as he tried to reach his
- friend. Maniac jerked himself a little closer, crying out as the cable dug
- deeper into his waist. He seized Blair's wrist with both hands, then looked
- back to Hunter and the others bracing the line. "Come on!"
- Something wet spattered in Blair's eye as the cable jerked and he felt
- himself moving away from the doors. Another droplet struck his cheek.
- Then another. He spotted a dark stain forming around Maniac's waist. He
- called his friend's name to no response. He called again. And again.
- Meanwhile, Peterson and the other techs hoisted the wing upright, and,
- anchoring themselves to the deck, eased it toward the doors. Blair caught
- sight of the wing suddenly flying through the air to slap across the gap
- with a terrific thud. The timpani roll of rushing air fell off into the soft
- simmer of a tea kettle.
- And while that comforted him, he and Maniac suddenly found
- themselves gunned down and dropping to the deck. Blair belly-flopped and
- lost his breath. Maniac struck his shoulder and gave a half-strangled cry.
- As Blair sat up, a service vehicle trundled by, a tech standing in its turret
- behind a sealant gun with a barrel nearly two meters long. The truck
- stopped short at the doors, and the tech sprayed his viscous containment
- foam over the wing and the gaps above and below it. The foam quickly
- hardened into a solid mass, sealing off the leak.
- Blair gazed over at Maniac, who lay inert on his back. He crawled over
- and untied the cable from Maniac's waist, exposing torn fabric and bloody
- flesh.
- Grabbing Blair's arm, Maniac lifted himself up, then rose shakily to his
- feet. "What are you going to do when I'm not around to watch your ass?"
- "Save your energy."
- Maniac's eyes rolled back for a second, and he dropped to his knees.
- Blair rushed behind him, and Maniac fell into his lap. Blair's gaze swept
- over the hangar. "Medic!"
- Then Maniac stirred. "It's my fault. She would've come back in, Blair."
- "She knew what she was doing."
- "I should have protected her."
- "Forbes was a fighter pilot in a war zone," he said in a tone so cold that
- it shocked him. "She didn't need any protection from anybody. She's dead.
- And that's that."
- "How can you be so—" Maniac's eyelids fluttered, and his head fell
- slack.
- "Medic! Medic!"