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| Level 1: The Pillar of Autumn- Script |
| Part 01 : Pillar of Autumn
(Opening cinematic-flyby of the Pillar of Autumn approaching Halo) KEYES: Cortana, all I need to know is, did we lose them? CORTANA: I think we both know the answer to that. (Pause, cut to interior of PoA's bridge) KEYES: We made a blind jump.... How did they - CORTANA: Get here first? The Covenant ships have always been faster. As for tracking us all the way from Reach, at light speed my maneuvering options were limited. KEYES: We were running dark, yes? CORTANA: Until we decelerated. No one could have missed the hole we tore in subspace. (pause) They were waiting for us on the far side of the planet. KEYES: So, where do we stand? CORTANA: Our fighters are mopping up the last of their recon picket now, nothing serious. But, I've isolated approach signatures from multiple CCS-class battlegroups. Make it three capital ships per group. And in about ninety seconds they'll be all over us. KEYES: Well, that's it then. Bring the ship back up to Combat Alert Alpha. I want everyone at their station. CORTANA: Everyone sir? KEYES: Everyone. And, Cortana... CORTANA: Hmm? KEYES: Let's give our old friends a warm welcome. CORTANA: I've already begun. (Cut to interior of a hangar bay of some sort. Things flying around, marines walking and running around, jeeps, tanks, dropships. A single Longsword fighter-for a sense of scale, it's easily six or seven times as large as a dropship.) LOUDSPEAKER: Attention all combat personnel. Please report to your action stations. (long pause. Jeep drives around. Camera follows it.) Fifth Platoon, secure airlocks on Deck Eleven. Fourteenth Platoon, rendezvous with 22nd Tactical at Bulkhead Charlie 14. SERGEANT JOHNSON: You heard the lady. Move like you got a purpose. (Marines fall in.) LOUDSPEAKER: This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. SERGEANT JOHNSON (easy): Men...keep your eyes downrange, fingers on your triggers, and we all go home in one piece. (Pause) (Quickly) AmIrightMarines?!?! SERGEANT JOHNSON (normal): Once again, it is our job to finish what the flyboys started. We are leaving this ship platoon, and engaging the Covenant on solid ground. When we meet the enemy, we will rip their skulls from their spine, and toss 'em away, laughin'! (Pause) (Loud) Am I right, Marines? SERGEANT JOHNSON (heroic): Men, here is where we show those split-chin squid-head sons of bitches that they could not have picked a worse enemy than the human race. We are going to blow the hell out of those dumb bugs until we don't have anything left to shoot 'em with! And then, we are going to strangle them with their own-living-guts! (Pause) (Loud and precise) Am I right, Marines? SERGEANT JOHNSON (legendary): Men, we led those dumb bugs out to the middle of nowhere to keep 'em from gettin' their filthy claws on Earth. But, we stumbled onto somethin' they're so hot for, that they're scramblin' over each other to get it. Well, I don't care if it's God's own personal anti-son-of-a-bitch machine, or a giant hoola hoop, we're not gonna let 'em have it! What we will let 'em have is a belly full of lead, and a pool of their own blood to drown in! (Pause) (Slow and loud) Am I right, Marines? MARINES: Sir yes Sir! SERGEANT JOHNSON: Mmmmhmmm. Damn right I am. Now move it out! Double time! (Pause as the marines move out.) LOUDSPEAKER: Attention all personnel. We are re-engaging the enemy. External and internal contacts imminent. SERGEANT JOHNSON: All you greenhorns who wanted to see Covenant up close...this is gonna be your lucky day. (Cut to view of screen. Words: Unseal the hushed casket.) TECH 1: Whoa...Sir? TECH 2: Right. Let's thaw him out. TECH 1: Okay. Bringing low-level systems online. Cracking the case in thirty seconds. (Pause) He's hot! Blowing the pins in five! |