Re: \"Titans\" -Warriors of Virtue
Obsessed is right, Six. Although one of the best things ever written in the English language, Tennyson's Ulysses is associated with Babylon 5. We shouldn't be using it here. I also have a personal aversion for using other people's works in my own, other than passing references, puns, and the like - if someone else can say it, I can say it myself, in my own words. But that's just my own personal preference.
Here's a good thing to do when writing a post here: just keep in your mind that they started off doing this for money, not to move earth and heaven. Now they're doing it to stay alive. They still don't want to move earth and heaven. These guys, except Kaheel, really don't have any motivations outside a paycheck and a skin-save.
Ah, and Henderson. Henderson definitely has motivations outside her paycheck. To find out what happened to her father, of course - she's been doing that for quite some time.
I think these latest developments might change them, though.
Hmm?
The following post is to get Reg back into action. He's not doing much good where he is, and I definitely know where he could do a bit of good...
Question is, for whom?
*evil writer-grin*
--
INT. REG'S CELL
Reginald Lee, recent Company recruit, is despondently running his hands methodically over the walls, tapping every so often. What he finds is not making him very happy - that's evident, as he turns, back against the wall, sliding down with a hand over his face.
REGINALD
And it's almost Christmas, too...
He checks the "bandage" on his leg. Blood seeps through the flimsy covering.
Then, he hears a sound - it begins softly, like a far-off avalanche, and then crescendoes into the sound of a thousand thunderstorms.
A shadow slowly seeps into the frame. Reg, alarmed, begins to scramble to his feet, a look of horror on his face -
After a moment of blackness, we
CUT TO:
EXT. FOREST - ISHNU
Reginald Lee plunges stumblingly through the forest, wielding a gun behind him, firing wildly. He wears the same exact clothing as before, as well as carrying his pack. Everything is consistent - right down to the bandage around his thigh. The wound is slowing him.
REG
Mutant bastards - you're not coming to *my* party - AAAAHHHH!
He ducks and rolls to one side and springs to his feet from this position. Two seconds later, a black THING careens into the frame and Reg guns it down from his new position. As he screams, it staggers backwards, and falls to the ground with a muffled sound.
REG
Shit. God, it smells.
He gets up, walks over to the thing - and fires one more shot at its head with a disgusted twist of his mouth.
By now the audience should notice that there's something very wrong with Reg being out and about.
CUT TO:
Reg walking through the forest, a scanner held out in front if him, his gun at the ready. Ducking behind a tree, he peeks out and sees -
A shuttle from the Titans: bruised, broken, and battered, it sticks out from within the trees.
REG
About time.
He takes out his rifle and holds it before him, making his way into the clearing, ready to shoot. When he makes it to the shuttle, he reaches up to punch the access code.
Imagine his surprise when it opens seconds before he touches the panel.
The following happens very quickly. The interior of the shuttle is as we left it; Downey has Chenei by the metaphorical scruff of the collar, about to tell him lies. Reg, expecting Hell to pour out of the door, primes his gun and almost shoots - when Chenei, at whose chest Reg has the gun pointed, screeches.
CHENEI
Mr. Lee!
REG (after a second)
Doctor?
DOWNEY
Reg!
DALY
Reg?
Downey and Chenei, their tussle forgotten, lean out to help the young man into the shuttle.
INT. SHUTTLE - ISHNU
Daly is leaning against the wall as Chenei fixes Reg's field dressing.
REG
I must have killed seven of those things. It's horrible out there. Like a bad dream.
DALY
Do you know what happened to Keller and Kaheel? You never were inside the complex?
REG
No - I don't know. I felt myself falling, and then I just - woke up - in the woods. I had to fix up the scanner, of course, but I found you after about seven hours - and the city was gone. God, I'm surprised I'm alive. I got this thing (motioning to the wound) by ramming myself into one of those goddamn thorny trees...
Daly nods, deflated.
DALY
You can walk; that's good. Sunrise, we head out.
Daly, of course, can't know that Reg, for some reason, didn't tell him the truth...
------------------
The writer's life is not meant to be a happy one. We all accept that going in. -JMS
[This message has been edited by channe (edited November 30, 2001).]
