0980 (Wing Commander Prophecy cutscene)

0980
Production	Wing Commander Prophecy
Type	Plot
Series	E - T'lan Meth
Disc	CD2
Run Time	2m31s
Previous	0960
Scenes	98-100
Locations	Rec Room, Alien Torture Room

0980 is a cutscene from Wing Commander Prophecy. It plays after 0960.

• Download: 0980.mp4

Transcript

FINLEY: You're up late. I thought all pilots needed their beauty sleep.

CASEY: I've given up sleep.

FINLEY: How long have you been up?

CASEY: Oh, 72 hours... maybe.

FINLEY: You can't keep doing that to yourself. Sooner or later it's going to affect your work, not to mention your health.

CASEY: So what makes you burn the midnight oil?

FINLEY: Now that we found a way to cut through the Alien jamming, we finally made contact with the Cats on E'Loy.

CASEY: And?

FINLEY: And, what I found was very strange. It seems that after the capitol city of E'Loy was attacked and destroyed, most of the Kilrathi disappeared.

CASEY: Disappeared? You mean, were killed.

FINLEY: No, I mean disappeared. Apparently, the aliens took a great many prisoners. Thousands. The few who remained sent me a data bundle on the alien craft. I'm processing that now but...

CASEY: But what?

FINLEY: As soon as I uploaded the data, I lost all contact with the Kilrathi. All the systems checked out. They're just not there. It's almost as if...

CASEY: As if, the E'loy had been consumed, like in the Kilrathi prophecy.

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WARLORD: Who are you? You have killed many!

BLAIR: What do you want?

WARLORD: YOU!

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FINLEY: Hey! Are you all right?

Characters

Speaking

• Commodore Christopher "Maverick" Blair
• Lieutenant Commander Aurora Finley
• 1st Lieutenant Lance Casey
• Nephilim Warlord

Vehicles

• TCS Midway

Translations

Wing Commander Prophecy's cutscenes were dubbed for the German release.

German

• Download: 0980.mp4

DVD

A DVD version of Wing Commander Prophecy was developed but not released. It contained almost every cutscene from the CD-ROM release. Mark Day has provided a copy.

• Download: 0980.mp4

Script

Shooting Script

A Wing Commander Prophecy Absolute Very Last Ultimate Final Draft Script dated April 30, 1997 and used during the game's shooting has been provided by Adam Foshko.

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Finley, dressed casually, sitsat the neutral table. Casey
approaches, looking a little haggard, also just wearing his
shirt and pants FEATURE a Tea Set on the table, with a Candle
nearby.

FINLEY

You're up late. I thought pilots

needed their beauty sleep.

CASEY

I've given up sleep.

FINLEY

(concerned)

How long have you been up?

CASEY

72 hours...maybe.

FINLEY

You can't keep doing this to

yourself. At some point it going

to affect your work, not to mention

your health.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

CASEY

Maybe...I just can't sleep.

(changing the subject)

More importantly, what could

possibly be making you burn the

midnight oil?

Finley knows it's pointless to argue.

FINLEY

Now that I've found a way to cut

through the alien jamming, we

finally made contact with the Cats

on E'Loy.

CASEY

And?

FINLEY

And... what I found was very

strange. It seems that most of the

Kilrathi disappeared when the

capitol city of E'Loy was attacked

and destroyed.

CASEY

Disappeared? You mean killed.

FINLEY

No, I mean disappeared. Apparently

following the attack the aliens

took a great many pisoners.

Thousands. The few who survived

felt so fortunate that they sent me

a data bundle on the alien craft.

I'm processing that now. Eu:

CAEY

There's more?

FINLEY

Right after their data upload, I

lost contact with the Kilrathi

right. All the systems check

out...they're just not there. It's

almost as if--

CASEY

--as if, the Kn'thrak has consumed

E'loy.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: (2)

Casey looks closely as Finley dips a tea bag into her cup. ECU
tea bag, as it rises out of the hot liquid and dangles.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ALIEN TORTURE ROOM

A vague form, reminding us of the tea bag. Through a white hot
bath of light and lashings of red and yellow wisps reflected
through the smoke and atmosphere, we finally discern a pair of
boots. We hear sounds we cannot understand. Wailing. Growls.
High pitched whines.

Camera cranes up. CU a pair of boots suspended over this light.
Is it fire? Plasma? The boots swing slightly, wrapped in a
membranous substance that covers the legs and waist. Camera
continues to crane up. REVEAL Blair, his flight suit torn, in a
ripped shirt. He's suspended upricht in a void, but tlt.ed back
at an unpleasant angle. He lifts his head blearily.

FULL REVEAL of Blair, with small tendrils attached to his arms
neck and face. A cacophony of sounds blasts him. He reels.
sunds swirl to form words.

ALIEN VOICE

You have killed many...

BLAIR

(painfully)

Tf it's information you want...this

is gonna take a while.

The light grows painfully bright and a blast of smoke and wind
hits Blair from below. He's clearly suffering.

ALIEN VOICE

Now see what we see...the beauty of

suffering ...the bliss of death.

Through you, even the unaligned may

see.

BLAIR

Go to hell!

Another blast, even more painful than the first. Blair writhes
in pain, flooded by the excruciating light. Then the light
slowly recedes.

BLAIR

(weakly)

Who are you...?

Scratches and aliens sounds can be heard, no words. Blair again
sees shadows moving.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

BLAIR

(yelling)

What do you want?!!

ALIEN VOICE

(after a long pause)

YOU!!

ECU Blair's eye. The tissue is pulled back by the tendrils.

MONSTER VISION: Camera, color shifted to the UV, moves
impossibly fast from far away to ECU Blair's eye. He SCREAMS!

INT. REC ROOM

Continuation of previous scene with Finley. We pull out of
Casey's eye as he stares straight ahead. Finley snaps her
fingers in front of his face.

FINLEY

--Hey, HEY!

(Casey snaps out of

Are you alright?

CASEY

(shakes it off)

My God. I've been hanging around

Zero too much.

The candle continues to burn. He sees it and wonders.

12/18/96 Draft

A Wing Commander Prophecy First Draft Script dated December 18, 1996 has been provided by Billy Cain.

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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?

Shooting Schedule

A Wing Prophecy Green Schedule from the Origin Museum has been archived by Dominik Reichardt.

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