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Dark Horse Prod. Presents ALIENS Vs.PREDATOR EXT. DEEP SPACEWe OPEN on TOTAL BLACKNESS, a sea of stars spread across the infinite depthsof space. As the TITLES ROLL, we notice that three of these specks seem tobe moving; one of them picking up acceleration and racing toward us. Ourperspective
We ran a trajectory simulation. If they
carry on along that path, it's possible
they'll make intra-orbital insertion.
There's a great exhalation of breath, and everyone swaps significant glances.
HIROKO seems worried. She scratches her forehead.
HIROKO
I don't know what to make of this. Get a
copy of the telemetry relayed back to
Antarctica Traffic Control. Better alert
the nearest RimCorp Base, too.
PARSONS nods, suddenly serious.
PARSONS
Fort Powell. What do we tell 'em?
HIROKO
Just give them the facts. They can leap
to their own conclusions.
EXT. LINSON'S RANGE - SWAMP - AFTERNOON
Down here in the swamp, the trunks of magnificent trees terminate in gnarled
roots and disappear into watery murk, much like a Louisiana bayou. A group
of attentive LEMUR-TYPE CREATURES suddenly bound for cover as a line of
bullets THUDS into the wood nearby. Seconds later, a loud HUMMING NOISE
intrudes O.S. and a pair of manta-ray-shaped hover-bikes with sleek lines and
garnish decals SLAMS into FRAME suspended two feet above the mire, their
powerful turbines kicking-up a swirl of spray. The two BIKERS skid to a
halt and watch the CREATURES scatter. ACKLAND and YORK - men who on Earth
might be called "good 'ol boys" - are both riding one-handed; powerful hi-
tech rifles gripped in the other.
YORK
(yelling)
You missed 'em, Ackland!
ACKLAND
Little fuckers move too fast. Let's do a
sweep and catch 'em on the other side.
YORK nods his head, pulling his goggles down over his eyes. The two bikes
ROAR off in pursuit.
EXT. LINSON'S RANGE - ENCAMPMENT - AFTERNOON
Up on a mud-bank, at the base of a sturdy gantry tower with two blinking blue
lights atop it, stands the camp. It looks a little like a Bedouin bivouac,
but up-close we can see the techno-fitted details. A hard-featured woman
seated next to a solid-fuel burner sips from a mug, while her Vietnamese
counterpart is manually loading large-caliber bullets into a belt-feed. They
watch as ACKLAND and YORK roar past WHOOPING. MINH scrambles out of the way
as a beer can lobbed by YORK CLATTERS to the ground near him.
MINH
Crazy idiots.
BEAUVAIS cups her drink with both hands, assessing him.
BEAUVAIS
Ahhh, they're just letting off some steam;
don't let 'em get to you. Ackland and York
aren't such bad guys when you get to know
'em. Just a couple of weekend warriors...
She peers curiously at the clunky cartridges MINH's thumbing into the belt
feed. On the ground next to him is a widebore weapon on an over-the-shoulder
guidance mechanism.
BEAUVAIS (CONT'D)
Nice howitzer you've got there.
MINH
Thanks.
BEAUVAIS
Good argument for gun-control. What are
you going after, rhino?
MINH
Nah. I just wanna squeeze off a few
rounds. 'Sides, they tagged the rhinos
for the migration project, so they're
protected. They'll dock you a month's
pay for just _mentioning_ it.
He peers into the belt and blows out some dirt.
MINH (CONT'D)
Sure wish there was something on this
planet with a bit of fight in it, through.
EXT. DEEP SPACE
Against a sea of stars, a small metal shape HURTLES towards us, followed
moments later by it's identical twin.
EXT. RYUSHI STATION - BIG BERTHA - AFTERNOON
A strand of HIROKO's hair falls forward into her face, slick with rain. She
brushes up at the miserable weather. She and KAMEN are standing on one of
the twelve-feet-in-diameter wheels of the gargantuan haulage vehicle we saw
outside the base earlier. Up on the side of the cab is painted a Nordic
Valkyrie with an impressive bustline, next to which is the legend 'BIG
BERTHA'. Two mechanics, JAN GUTTIEREZ and KEVIN DILLER, watch KAMEN point
something out to HIROKO from the vantage point of KAMEN's crawler parked in
the swamp nearby.
KAMEN
See that sheathing on the suspension?
Eaten away. Same thing with the pumps
on the base air purifiers. The algae
out here just isn't good on these new
plastics.
HIROKO
We haven't used Big Bertha since we
relocated the generator module. That was
_four months ago_. I can't ask for them
to keep bringing spares in on the
