Episode 2: Heavy Metal

Fade in to a junkyard in space
U.N.S.C. Scrap Metal Recycling Station / Many Years Ago...
Three ships depart from the station and fly towards the Mother of Invention
Counsellor:
Sir, enemy fighters approaching.
Director:
Fire at will, Counsellor. Let's send them back to the scrapyard.
Space combat! That's a new trick
Counsellor:
It appears we are now taking fire.
Director:
Release the dropships. Get the team in position.
Anyone else kind of hoping he'd say Kraken there? Anyway- dropships deploy, and we see inside one of them
Pilot:
Well that went to Hell quicker than we thought. Out of the frying pan, into the shit.
Carolina:
We're going to need a new insertion point. York was supposed to open the Leader's hangar for us.
York comes through on the radio
York:
It wasn't my fault!
Carolina:
We'll have to settle for the main hangar.
Pilot:
Which one is that?
Carolina:
The one with the shooting things comin' out at us.
A turret fires at them
Carolina:
Never a dull moment, huh?
Pilot:
I'd get your team ready; we're gonna come in hot.
Carolina hops down and heads to the back
Carolina:
You heard her. We're going for the main hangar, be ready for anything.
North:
H-so much for a smooth ride.
South:
Heh, what's the matter, feelin' sick?
North:
Hey, I'm not the one that needed a barf bag on all our family trips.
Washington:
How are you feeling? Are you up to this?
Carolina:
Say what you wanna say Wash.
Washington:
It's just- giving up your A.I. was a big deal. I thought mayb-
Carolina:
I'll be fine. Worry about yourself.
South:
You're awfully quiet.
C.T.:
Oh- just, trying to prepare myself.
South:
Hey, worst comes to worst we'll just get kicked off the leader board. At least us ladies will be sticking together, right?
The ship takes a hit
Pilot:
Dammit! Uh- hhh... Opening rear bay.
The Freelancers approach the rear door, and it opens
Carolina:
Right! All together! Use your packs sparingly - course correction only. You don't wanna end up like Georgia.
Washington:
Wait, what happened to Georgia?
South:
Nobody knows, they never found him.
Washington:
Are you sure these things are safe?
South:
Yeah!
North chambers a round in his sniper rifle, and an empty shell pops out in super impressive bullet time - get it?
The Pilot swings the ship around quickly and the Freelancers are propelled from within it towards the hangar
Guard 1:
Battle stations! We're under attack!
Guard 2:
No shit we're under attack. What do you think we're doing, rolling out the red carpet?
Guard 1:
No assface, look!
They see the Freelancers approaching... FROM SPACE
Guard 2:
Oh, hell.
Guard 2 drops a rifle and it fires into Guard 1's ...I swear it hit him in the crotch
Guard 2:
Not again. Sorry about that.
The Freelancers arrive, and Carolina kicks some ass. Wash settles in behind a control panel
Washington:
Okay, where's that security override? Come on... dammit!
He hits the panel, and a sign pops up saying ARTIFICIAL GRAVITY DISABLED
Washington:
Uh oh. That's not good. Hey guys? Things might get a little ...floaty.
Carolina jumps high into the air, and all the guards start sucking at life
Washington:
Everyone, enable Grav Boots!
Carolina doesn't, and proceeds to kick some serious ass in zero-g
Washington:
Okay... okay... got it! I got it!
ARTIFICIAL GRAVITY ENABLED - A jeep comes straight for his head, and he ducks out of the way
Washington:
Oh man. Why do cars hate me?
Everything falls haphazardly back to the floor, and Carolina lands gracefully
Carolina:
They know we're inside. Wash, North, secure that hallway. South, see if you can access the Leader's location. We don't leave without him.
South:
Got it, I'm already on it.
Carolina:
C.T., get me- Where the hell is C.T.?
Cut to C.T. jetpacking around outside the ship. She enters downwards through a hole and walks down a hallway
Cut to another room. The door opens, and there's C.T.
Guard:
Intruder! Get him!
They fire.
 

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