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TEASER


EXT. – SPACE – DAY

Open up in deep space, white stars glitter.

Camera pans around, showing a wide shot of what appears to be a solar system, but everything is enveloped in a haze of dust.

Pull in, we see a ship moving.

Camera pans and in the distance we see a huge space station.

EXT. – SPACE – SPACE STATION DOCK – DAY

We see clamps extend and attach to the ship.

INT. – SPACE STATION – CORRIDOR – DAY

Ten armed men walk down the corridor. Three in the front, two carrying a figure between then, three weapons are pointed at the carried figure, and two bringing up the rear.

They pass men, women, and children, who all have a slightly dirty, threadbare appearance. The people watch with slight interest, but then return to whatever errands they were doing.

The group enters a lift. The lift doors close.

EXT. – SPACE STATION – COMMAND CENTER– DAY

We see a KID pushing through men and women, all dressed in civilian clothing, but manning computer consoles and talking into comm units. They all look concentrated and busy.

The KID pushes into a group of men and women, who are standing around a table with what appears to be a map of the solar system. It shows no planets, only the sun and what appears to be several rings of asteroid belts and a haze marked “DUST” everywhere.

The KID walks up to a MAN who’s talking animatedly with another woman. The KID tugs on his sleeve and the MAN looks down.

KID
(whispering)
They’re back.

The MAN nods, excuses himself from the woman, and follows the KID out of the Command Center.

INT. – SPACE STATION – ROOM – DAY

The MAN enters a room, the ten armed men are there, the figure tied up in a chair in the center of the room. A black bag over it’s head.

HEAD SOLIDER
Hey, Norbert. How’s it going?
(they shake hands)

NORBERT
Hey, Paul.
(glances at tied up figure)
Been busy, it seems.

PAUL
Yeah, been busy.
A couple of miners out in Sector Seven got some
pixies on their scanners the past couple of days.
Figured we’d go in and have a look see, and
this here is what we came across.

NORBERT
Does it bite?

PAUL
You tell me, man.

PAUL signals to another man, who steps forward and pulls the black hood off the figure.

NORBERT stands a bit shocked.

NORBERT
How?

PAUL
Guy didn’t keep an eyeball on his scanners and we snuck up
on his arse. Gave a love tap to the ship, ginsued the hull, boarded,
and snatched up the bastard. Barely any resistance from the fella,
kinda a disappointment. Figured you wanted to see the prize.

NORBERT
(glances at the figure again)
We’re gonna have to call Ward.

Camera pans to the figure, we see it’s a gagged Neanderthal strapped to the chair. A red sun with a white hand upon the left best of the black suit it’s wearing gleams in the dim light of the room.

FADE TO BLACK.

An Alternatehistory.com Presentation:

COUNTERFACTUAL


“THE FIRST STRIKE”

Written By : PSYCHOMELTDOWN (Alex Claw)


ACT I

INT. – CF.NET – CORRIDOR – DAY

Opening scene

SCARECROW is running down the corridor.

SCARECROW
AHHHHHHH!!!!!
(runs out of the shot)

A moment late MIDGARD comes running down the corridor, a grim look on his face and a rifle clutched in his hand.

There is the sound of gunfire behind him… lots of gun fire. Camera pans down an empty corridor.

VOICE (OS)
Holy shit! It’s coming this way!
Run!
(a beat)
The other way, asshat!

Moments later we see BULGARKOTONOS round a corner, a weapon in hand. He points it down a corridor and begins spraying it with bullets.

A moment later a ragged looking MERRYPRANKSTER and FAEELIN run out of the corridor BULGARKOTONOS had just been shooting down.

MERRYPRANKSTER
(miffed)
Hey, couldn’t you have
waited until we got pass you?

BULGARKOTONOS
Sorry, sir.
Didn’t see you.
(grins)

MERRYPRANKSTER
(glaring)
Right…
(a glance back)
Does anything stop it?

FAEELIN
(panting heavily)
Aw, crap. I knew is should
have stayed in my quarters.

MIDGARD
(yelling)
Hurry up, damn it. It’s still coming!

The three glance back down the corridor and run off screen.

The camera stays put, suddenly from around the corner we see a huge Creature making it’s way down it. Snapping tentacles and slashing claws can be seen. It passes by the camera, making an evil hiss.

Pull out to:

INT. – CF.NET SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY

WARD is standing, watching the now empty corridor on the view screen.

WARD
What do you think?

Camera pans slightly to the right, we see GRIMM REAPER.

GRIMM REAPER
I’ve seen prettier things.

WARD
That’s for damn sure.
Uglier than a pig’s ass during mosquito season.

GRIMM REAPER
Couldn’t have put it better myself, sir.

WARD
Figure we should lend a hand?

GRIMM REAPER
I left my scythe in my quarters. You know
how awkward that thing is to lug around?

WARD
I tell you what. You should get a gun.

GRIMM REAPER
I figure I’ll end up shooting a toe off or
something. I need all my toes.

WARD glances at him.

GRIMM REAPER (CONT.)
You never know when I’ll need to count to twenty.
(grins)

WARD laughs.

WARD
If it comes to that, then we can probably lop one off a
crewmember. I’m sure they’ll be willing to hand one
over, if asked nicely enough.

GRIMM REAPER
Surely such a move would only turn my otherwise pristine
and well pedicure foot into a Frankensteinian abomination.
Plus there is always the fear of Athlete’s foot.

WARD
We could always find an alternate.
(suddenly stern)
Dominus!

DOMINUSNOVUS is sitting at his science station, a mirror in one hand and a comb in the other. He startles, dropping both and lunges at the console before him, punching buttons.

DOMINUSNOVUS
Yeah?

WARD pulls out his .375 from his holster and tosses it at DOMINUSNOVUS, who drops it and dives for it. After a few seconds of clattering and a slew of curses, DOMINUSNOVUS comes up with the gun.

WARD
Go kill that thing.

DOMINUSNOVUS
(gaping)
Huh?

WARD
Kill it. Then bring me back the gun.
NOW.

DOMINUDNOVUS scurries out of the Control Room. GRIMM REAPER watches as he leaves.

GRIMM REAPER
I think I might feel a bit of sadness and empathy
for the Herculean mission you’ve just given him.
Yet I don’t.

WARD
Well, I’ll tell you this.
If he can’t kill something as small as that,
then he’s got no place on my ship.

GRIMM REAPER
Spoken like a true deranged commanding officer.

WARD
Thanks, it means a lot.

GRIMM REAPER
(glancing at the viewscreen)
I wonder what stations this viewscreen can pull up?

WARD
Had to get all the pay per view channels blocked,
seems someone was running up a bill.

GRIMM REAPER
I’ve told Rommy to stop ordering all the soft core porn, especially
not when we can just raid some off an unsuspecting planet. It sullies
our name, that we should have to pay for something, when we can
easily gain it though force and mayhem.

WARD
I figure his definition of being evil is running up people’s bills.
I gave a week in the Hole and cut his pay by 90%.

GRIMM REAPER
Very good, sir.

BANG!

The two glance to the viewscreen, which is still showing the empty corridor.

BANG!

GRIMM REAPER
Do I hear the shots of a .375?

WARD
Figured the kid didn’t have the balls to actually do it…
(shrugs)
Go figure.

BANG!

DOMINUSNOVUS runs across the viewscreen, the .375 in hand and a look of pure terror on his face. He fires another shot behind him, at something.

BANG!

The Creature, moves across the screen, following DOMINUSNOVUS.

GRIMM REAPER
Five gold dollars says he gets eaten by that thing.

WARD
I don’t want to take that bet.

GRIMM REAPER
Easy money?
(grins)

WARD
Let’s just say I figure most of these kids couldn’t
find their dicks even if it were stapled to their hand.

GRIMM REAPER
Ten gold dollars?

WARD
Deal.

BANG!

DOMINUSNOVUS is backed into a corner and the Creature is coming up on him

WARD
Who should we send to
fish my gun out of that thing’s gut?

GRIMM REAPER
Merry. He seems the responsible sort.
What was that saying?
“Shit rolls down hill”

WARD
(grins)
You just don’t like him.

GRIMM REAPER
What was the give away?
Me trying to kill him on a weekly basis?

WARD
It was the training of Pumpkin to claw out his eyes.

GRIMM REAPER
Who’d have thought he’d carry catnip around in his pocket?

WARD
Resourceful.

GRIMM REAPER just glowers.

Back to the Viewscreen, The Creature rears up upon what would with a stretch of imagination be called it’s back legs, exposing an underbelly of scores of small salivating mouths filled with razor sharp teeth.

DOMINUSNOVUS stares, gaped mouth.

GRIMM REAPER
Dark Salvik out did himself this week, didn’t he?

WARD
(watching Creature)
It’s got a horrid nightmarish quality to it.

GRIMM REAPER
I want one…

DOMINUSNOVUS shakily raises the .357.

BANG!

There’s a grunt and a wheezing sound, the Creature suddenly lets out a strangled cry and collapses, a thick tentacle knocking down DOMINUSNOVUS. The Creature shivers once and lies still.

GRIMM REAPER
I think it’s dead.

WARD
Well, at least I won’t have to have my gun cleaned.
Now, pay up.

Sighing, GRIMM REAPER digs in the folds of his robes and pulls out ten thick gold coins and drops them into WARD’s hand.

VOICE (on viewscreen)
NOOOO!!!!
My baby!
NOOOO!!!

DARKSLAVIK runs into the shot and hugs the dead Creature, sobbing.

WARD
Boy’s not right in the head.

GRIMM REAPER
Figured that was why you ‘recruited’ him.

WARD
He does make pretty damned ugly things.
But I reckon it’s costing us more than we really need.

GRIMM REAPER
Seen the requisitioning orders?

WARD
The idea of having a horde of murdering, scary cannon fodder
sounded like a good idea at the time. But who’d figure this
kid would br competent in making a lot of these things.

GRIMM REAPER
It’s so hard to find good help these days.
And when you do, they’re just annoying.
(shrugs)
Figure if he gets too out of hand,
we can just toss him out an airlock.

WARD
I like the way you think, Grimm.

GRIMM REAPER
Thank you, sir.

The lift door opens and MERRPRANKSTER, FAEELIN, and SCARECROW stumble into the Control Room. They all look a little battered, FAEELIN is bleeding from a gash on the arm.

MERRYPRANKSTER
Sorry about being late, sir.
We had trouble down the corridors.

WARD
I assume you did like any god officer worth his salt
would do and took charge of the situation?

MERRYPRANKSTER
Uh… No sir.
I figured it was more prudent to arrive at our duty stations on time,
than fight another one of Darkslavik’s creations that got a little out of hand.

There’s a rattle of gunfire from the viewscreen. MIDGARD is pumping bullets into the dead Creature and yelling something in Russian.

WARD
Gather those idiots down there and get that dead thing
out of my corridors. Then have another talk with Slavik
about keeping his damned lab locked and his creations
in cages. Either that or he gets to enjoy vacuum.

MERRYPRANKSTER
(nodding)
Yes, sir.

WARD
And get my gun from Dominus,
make sure it’s cleaned.

MERRYPRANKSTER
Yes, sir.

GRIMM REAPER
(to Faeelin)
You’re bleeding on my deck.

FAEELIN
Sorry, sir.
I’ll attempt not to bleed.

WARD
Scarecrow.
Make preparations to leave this universe.
I tire of bombarding a defenseless planet.

EXT. – SPACE – DAY

The CF.net is in high orbit and from it rains flashes of light striking the planet below.

INT. – CF.NET – CONTROL ROOM – DAY

SCARECROW
On it, sir.

There’s a beeping sound.

FAEELIN
Sir, we’re just received a message.

WARD
On screen.

FAEELIN
Sir, it’s a Private Message.

WARD
(nods)
I’ll take it in my ready room.
Grimm, you got the bridge.

GRIMM REAPER
Yay.

WARD stands up and heads for a door.

INT. – CF.NET – WARD’S READY ROOM – CONTINUING

WARD takes a seat behind a large desk and taps out a command on a console. A moment later he is reading a message, his face hardens.

WARD (on comm)
Grimm, set coordinates to Tradepoint.

GRIMM REAPER
(surprised)
Yes, sir.

WARD
(leans back in chair)
Finally. Some news.

INT. – FLAGSHIP PONTER – ENGINEERING – DAY

Open up in black, we hear some clanking, banging, and welding.

Fade up from black, into a corridor.

Camera moves down corridor, we see Neanderthal crewmembers hurrying by, busy on some errand.

Enter a large area, it’s filled with computer terminals, scores of Neanderthals working busily on something. In the center of the large room is a massive device, alien looking and obviously nothing like the other equipment that’s in the room.

Standing on top of it, hammer in hand and a look of concentration on her face is KILNGIRL.

KILNGIRL
Alright, try it now.

A Neanderthal hits a button on a computer console and there’s a coughing sound and the massive device begins to light up.

KILNGIRL
Yay.
(jumps off device)
Now that’s how us Homo Sapiens do things.
(grins)

A Neanderthal pushes his way forward, he’s big, mean looking, and is glaring at KILNGIRL, this is OLAR, the previous head engineer.

OLAR
We could have figured it out on our own!

KILNGIRL
Yeah, after ten years and
a lot of head scratching.
It’s all the bone in your foreheads,
leaves less room for problem solving.

OLAR growls and raises a fist, but before he can do anything, another big Neanderthal, this one dressed in battle armor and carrying a big gun, shoves the business end of the weapon in the back of OLAR.

DAKLAR
Back to your station, Engineer.

OLAR glares at KILNGIRL.

OLAR
(whispering)
Your little guards will not be there
to protect you every moment of the day.

KILNGIRL
(dismissively)
Watch as I shake in my boots.
I’ve been whispered quasi death threats
by people bigger and more uglier than you, caveman.
I won’t lose any sleep over it.

OLAR stalks off.

DAKLAR
You should not push him so.

KILNGIRL
(shrugging)
I like to.
(grins)
Call it the only fun I get.

DAKLAR
It just causes him anger.

KILNGIRL
Exactly. Plus your Holy Queen Mother of Dirt and Rock
won’t let anything untoward happen to me, she likes me.
(grins again)

DAKLAR
Mistress of the Worlds.
And you’re her prisoner.

KILNGIRL
If you want to believe that.
Now, let’s see if these thick foreheads know what they’re doing.
There’s a reason homo sapiens control the Multiverse.

DAKLAR only grunts and follows her deeper into Engineering.

INT. – FLAGSHIP PONTER – MISTRESS’ COMMAND CENTER – NIGHT

ATTA stands looking at a large viewscreen, on it is KILNGIRL dong various jobs upon shiny bits of technology that looks nothing like the rest of the Neanderthal tech. From her silhouette we can see she is heavily pregnant.

ATTA
She’s managed to do more in the last few weeks than
our engineers have been able to in the last few months.
(does not look pleased)

DAKLAR
Yes, Mistress. She does seem to have a knack for integrating
the captured technology into our systems.

ATTA
This puts us ahead of schedule.
This is good.

ADIKOR
We can begin the assault as soon as the rest of the ships arrive.
There has been some.. ‘resistance’ from the colonies that have
been out of the fold of the Empire for a while. They assume
since they’ve managed to rebuild and prosper since the Fall,
they do not need to kneel before the Mistress of the Worlds.

ATTA
When the greater evil is destroyed, then we will
resolve whatever problems that arise in the Empire.
(glances at Daklar)
Keep an eye on the human. If she does anything
to ruin our plans, throw her out an airlock.

DAKLAR
Yes, Mistress.
(bows and leaves)

ADIKOR
We are nearly ready for the strike.
(allows himself a grin)
and we shall be revenged.

ATTA walks to a porthole and stands, looking out it. Her eyes are far away for a moment. She sets a hand upon her stomach.

ATTA
An Empire untied and strong, for my child.
Something even my father could not accomplish.
Something that has not been since the destruction
of the Homeworld by those cursed humans.
(clenches fist)
Soon, they will be destroyed…

Pull back, out of the Command Center, out the porthole.

EXT. – SPACE – NIGHT

We see a huge project going on, a massive ring shaped thing is being build in orbit around earth. We pull out even more and we see black ships as far as the eye can see. An armada of vessels preparing for an attack.

EXT. – SPACE – DAY

A vortex opens, out comes the CF.net.

Pull out and we see it’s the Dusty Universe.

INT. – CF.NET SHIP- CONTROL ROOM – DAY

SCARECROW
Insertion complete, all green.
Arrival at coordinates given.

WARD is sitting in his command chair, GRIMM REAPER is standing beside him, he wears an expression of interest. WARD remains emotionless.

WARD
Bring us in, they’ll be sending a vector.

SCARECROW
Got it.
Message also received,
putting it on comm.

VOICE
Welcome to Tradepoint,
the center of the multiverse.

DOMINUSNOVUS
(scoffing)
Guess they never heard of the Hub.

VOICE
Disengage all weapons, power down any defensive screens,
this is a no weapons zone. Peace ships will be escorting you in,
your pilot has been given the coordinates and docking berth.
Welcome to Tradepoint.

SCARECROW
Receiving instructions.

MERRYPRANKSTER
We’ve got a dozen ships forming a holding pattern around us.

GRIMM REAPER
Seems we’re getting the welcoming committee.
Don’t they know we’re friends?

WARD
Norbert’s cautious.
I would be in his situation.

GRIMM REAPER
I would imagine. Get raided
enough times, it does get a little tiring.

WARD watches the viewscreen of the space station.

WARD
Looks a far sight better when we last were here.

GRIMM REAPER
(pursing lips)
I like it better filled with holes and chunks of ships and
debris around it. Gave it a ‘We’ve just got the
crap nearly stomped out of us’ look.

WARD simply nods.

EXT. – SPACE – DAY

The CF.net ships pulls into dock. Clamps extend, along with various tubes and lines.

INT. – CF.NET SHIP – AIR DOCK – DAY

WARD, GRIMM REAPER, BULGARKOTONOS, and MIDGARD are standing in the airlock as it whirs and clanks. There’s a loud hiss and the heavy metal doors slowly slides open.

Standing before them is NORBERT and several other men, all armed.

NORBERT
Welcome, Admiral.
(grins)

WARD
Captian, now, Norbert.
Captain.

The two shake hands and clap one another on the backs. NORBERT glances at the others in WARD’s group.

NORBERT
See you’ve been keeping nice company these days.

GRIMM REAPER
I find that description of my demeanor totally
taken out of context. Just because I didn’t push
that old lady out of my way, does not mean I’m nice.
(grins)

NORBERT
See you’re still alive, Grimm.

GRIMM REAPER
It’s the redshirts, Norb.
They die so that I may continue to
produce my witty sarcastic banter.

WARD
Got you message, what’s up?

NORBERT
Let’s head to my office. I’ve got some beer, piss poor
home brewed kind, but it’ll still take off the edge,
and we’ll discuss this.

WARD
(to Midgard and Bulgar)
You two. Stay.

The three and the guards walk off into the station.

INT. – SPACE STATION – NORBERT’S OFFICE – DAY

The three men sit around a battered looking table.

NORBERT
Caught the bastard only a couple of days ago.

WARD
Have you interrogated him?

NORBERT
Well, we were gonna, but seeing how you’re the guy
who likes to make these things talk, decided to drop
you a message. We’ve been keeping him on ice for
now, feeding him our food, letting him breath our air…

WARD
How are things on station?

NORBERT
(sighing)
Tight.
The Guild is still proclaiming a blockade against us. They won’t
come right out and attack us, not after what happened, but there’s
more ways to kill a guy rather than coming right out and shooting
him. Blockades, bribes, political pressure, it’ll kill a place, sure
as shooting someone, but it’s a damned slow and painful death.
War’s been spreading across the universes, just about every place
we contact is either killing themselves or fighting off some wannabe
expansionist mulitverse empire. So we’ve been keeping a low profile,
best not lure in trouble. Not that we can’t fight off what comes our
way, just we’ve seen enough war, peace is all we want now.

WARD
Time was when you preferred a different approach.

NORBERT
Time was when I was a damned fool.

GRIMM REAPER
(running a hand across the arm of his chair)
You need to get some one to dust up here more.

NORBERT
(laughs)
If I could spare someone to clean and keep this place looking
pretty, then I wouldn’t be worrying about cutting back rations
again, wondering how long our air scrubbers gonna last, if the
power plant’s gonna go kaput on us soon or not.

WARD
We ran across some jackasses
who wanted to play pirate,
with us being the bait. Guess
they figured they could take on
anyone coming through their space.

GRIMM REAPER
It’s been a while since anyone
right out and tried to attack us.
Normally, it takes us lobbing a
few missiles at them before
they want to play.

WARD
They bit off more than they could chew.
But it seems like they had done a fair bit
of raiding before they got it into their
heads that we were prey.

GRIMM REAPER
I got a nice crate of chocolates from them.

WARD
Whatever you need, it’s yours.

NORBERT
Much obliged, sir.

WARD
No need to call me sir, anymore, Norbert. You aren’t under
my command anymore, though there were some times I
wished you still were. There have been some scrapes we’ve
been in where we needed some good men who knew what they
were doing and not these kids we’re practically babysitting.

NORBERT
I’d be lying if I didn’t say there were a few times when I
wondered how things would’ve been if I had stayed with you guys…
(sighs)
But things kinda changed after Samara.

WARD
(hard flat voice)
Would be nice if you wouldn’t
speak that name again, Norbert.

NORBERT
(apologetic)
Yes, sir.
Sorry, sir.

WARD
(clearing throat)
I’ll get one of them dumb asses to send over the stuff,
just send over a list of what you need to the ship. Grimm’ll
make sure you get it. Food and medicine we got plenty off,
machine parts we can probably hand out a few.

GRIMM REAPER
I’ll toss in a box of chocolates, too.

NORBERT
Mighty kind of you, Grimm.

WARD
(laughs)
It’s unheard of, Grimm parting with sweets.

GRIMM REAPER
I’m in a generous mood today.
I’ve got an odd sense of a lot
of shooting and killing in our future,
and well, that just makes me giddy
as a schoolgirl.

WARD
(nodding)
Best we get to find out what
the caveman’s got to say.

NORBERT
Right this way, sir.

INT. – SPACE STATION – CELL – DAY

WARD, GRIMM REAPER, and NORBERT are walking down a dimly lit corridor. You can hear the sound of machinery in the background, and several armed guards are standing before the cell.

They move when they see NORBERT.

GRIMM REAPER
Only the best accommodations, no?

NORBERT
It’s not often we get to entertain guests.

GRIMM REAPER
We set up some nice cells by the airlock, that way we
can easily toss ‘em out when we get tired of them.
It’s called efficiency.

NORBERT
Right…

NORBERT hits a pad by the door and it slides open, revealing a small room with the Neanderthal tied to a chair. The Neanderthal looks back definitely, but then pales when he sees WARD.

WARD
Guess he knows me.

GRIMM REAPER
I wish I could inspire fear like that in my fellow man.

WARD
Takes a lot of learning, boy.
One day when you grow up, you’ll get it right.

NORBERT
It takes a hard stare and you gotta
make sure your reputation proceeds you.
(grins)

WARD enters the cell, looking at the Neanderthal.

WARD
You know who I am?

The Neanderthal nods.

WARD
You know what I can do?

The Neanderthal nods, looking even more scared.

WARD
My friend out there says you might know a few things.
And I’m willing to believe him.

CAPTIVE NEANDERTHAL
I’ll tell you everything…

WARD
‘course you will.
‘course you will…

WARD digs in his pocket for a second and then pulls out a pocket knife. He slowly unfolds it.

WARD (CONT.)
But before you spill you guts.
I’d like to introduce you to
something called absolute hate.
(advances upon the Neanderthal)

Fade to Black

END ACT I


ACT II


INT. – CF.NET SHIP – CARGO HOLD – DAY

MERRYPRANKSTER is standing on a large crate, checking off a clipboard.

GEDCA, FEDERATION X, and FORTYSEVEN are sitting around, half unloaded crates and supplies piled around them.

FEDERATION X
So what’s with this whole Neanderthal thing?

GEDCA
Guess the captain don’t
like anything that isn’t human.

FORTYSEVEN
Nah, it’s not like that. It’s more
like Captain Picard and the Borg.

GEDCA
(angry)
I told you before! DO NOT reference
The Next Generation when I’m around!

FEDERATION X
So, the Neanderthals like tried to make
him one of them to destroy humanity?

GEDCA
They invaded his universe and tried to
destroy it. He slagged their planet afterward.

FEDERATION X
Talk about holding a grudge, it’s like when Fortyseven
got all pissy because I wouldn’t give him that Captain Kirk
action figure from World 195235-X.

FORTYSEVEN
I did not get pissy.
Plus I called dibs on it and you still took it.

GEDCA
The point is that the captain goes out of his way to kill off
all the Neanderthals he finds. I guess you could call it some
sort of lame attempt to get revenge on them or something.
Whatever it is, he gets the ship damaged when he goes up
against those things. Remember the crazy cavewoman
who opened a vortex in the ship?

FORTYSEVEN
Yeah, took weeks to fix that.

FEDERATION X
You didn’t even help!

FORTYSEVEN
I was sick…

GEDCA
What was it again? Bad spinach?

FORTYSEVEN
Yeah…

Suddenly there’s the sound of crates moving and MERRYRANKSTER comes into view.

MERRYPRANKSTER
What are you guys doing?

FORTYSEVEN
We’re sitting around, plotting a coup to take over the ship
while the Captain’s away, then we’ll do an half assed attempt
to sells guns to savages, then we’ll lose half the cash we got,
because we’re threatened by some club waving primitives while
we, on the other hand, are armed with plasma rifles and
have a ship capable of slagging a continent.

FEDERATION X
Oh, wait, you already did that one.

GEDCA
Tell us again, what was it you said to N-red and the others
to get them to die so gallantly for you, Oh Fearless Leader?

MERRYPRANKSTER
(royally pissed off)
Get to work!

GEDCA
We’re waiting for the Glorious Leader
here to lead by example.

FEDERATION X
Plus we’re on break, half an hour every
two hours. Says so in the Contract we signed.

FORTYSEVEN
I think I might be coming down with a cold
(gives a fake cough)
Too bad we don’t got a medic on board…

MERRYPRANKSTER glares at the three before stalking off.

GEDCA
Prick.

FEDERATION X
He’s got a stick up his ass.

FORTYSEVEN
Oh, he’s been visiting Mistress Olga too?

The other two give him a look.

Fade out.

INT. – FLAGSHIP PONTER – ATTA’S CHAMBERS – DAY

ADIKOR enters ATTA’s chambers.

ADIKOR
Mistress, we are ready.

ATTA
Ready?

ADIKOR .
All the ships we can get our hands on are here.
The machine has been completed.

ATTA
Can we test the machine?

ADIKOR
From what the human says, you can test it, but it’s only
designed to open to one coordinates, therefore if we do
test it, then the humans will know there is a very large
vortex opening in their area. Plus the energy
requirements are beyond imagining.

ATTA
Then we get only one try.

ADIKOR
Yes, mistress.

ATTA
Prepare the fleet.
We attack!

ADIKOR
Yes, mistress.

ADIKOR leaves.

ATTA
A few days early.
(shrugs)
Too bad for the damned humans.

INT. – SPACE STATION – NIGHT

WARD is standing before a large window overlooking the beauty of the dust filled solar system. He’s got his hands behind his back.

NORBERT walks up to him.

NORBERT
There are moments, when you forget about the hunger,
the failing machines, and the worry of if you’ll see tomorrow,
when you just take in the sights.

WARD
Yeah, there are few and far between.

The two stand there for a moment, looking out.

NORBERT
What are you going to do, sir?

WARD
I’m going to make a species extinct.

NORBERT
Don’t think small, do you?

WARD
No.
First I’m gonna have to stop the bastards.

NORBERT
Figure if there’s anyone that can do it, its you.

WARD
I’ll need a man I can trust in this fight.

NORBERT
Call me flattered, sir.
But it’s no longer my fight.

WARD
These things nearly destroyed our world.
Don’t tell me you like ‘em now.

NORBERT
No, sir. I have no love for the bastards. After all they did kill
billions of us. But I also have no hate for them. I ain’t going
out of my way to see ‘em dead, nor am I risking what I’ve got
to see them erased from the multiverse.

WARD
(nods)
Figure simple revenge ain’t enough
to get you to change your mind?

NORBERT
There’s some things that
matter more than revenge.

WARD
Yeah? What’s that?

NORBERT
(long pause)
Was a time when you’d not have had to ask, sir.

WARD is quiet for a while, then turns to NORBERT, extending his hand.

WARD
Hope you and yours do well here.

NORBERT
Happy hunting, sir.

WARD
Reckon if we fail at this, I got a letter you could send
to my kin, if by some miracle you find a way back home.

NORBERT
Billions of universes out there, sir.
But if it does come to that,
I’ll find a way to get it to them.

WARD
If we do win, well, got anything
you need sent back home?

NORBERT
(shakes head)
Ties to back home were severed
long before we got lost, sir.
(a pause)
Can you really trust the bastard?
He could be telling you what you want to hear.

WARD
A possibility, but then again it could be the truth.
Either way, we got a coordinates to the bastards and
if the dead fellow’s right, we got them all in one
sweet spot, ready to be shot to hell and gone.
Like damned fish in a barrel.

NORBERT
Well, generally fish in a barrel aren’t
armed and ready for an invasion.

WARD
The won’t be expecting an attack.
We’ll catch ‘em with their pants down,
sow some chaos and destruction and
probably kill this bitch named Atta.
I still owe her for tearing out a chunk
of my ship, that one time.

NORBERT
Can’t believe that all this time
they knew the way back home.

WARD
Makes me kinda regret razing their cities and stations to rubble.
I could have at least taken a few moments to hack into
their computer systems before salting the earth.

NORBERT
Hindsight is always 20/20, sir.

WARD
Unfortunately too true.
Well, best we get going.
Thanks for the hospitality.

NORBERT
I should be the one thanking you.
With what you’ve given us, the future does look
indeed brighter than it did not two days before.

WARD
It’s no problem, Norbert.
You and yours ever need anything, just drop us a line.
You know how to get in contact with us.

NORBERT
Deeply appreciate it, Ward.
I wish you luck.
Kill a few of the bastards for me.

WARD
I intend to.
(grins)

INT. – CF.NET SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – MORNING

GRIMM REAPER’S pacing on the deck of the Control Room. He pauses and hits a button.

The ship’s intercom comes on.

GRIMM REAPER
Hear ye, hear ye.
This is Grimm.
You bothersome flotsam man your posts. We’ll be shifting
as soon as we clear of this dusty place and we’ll be heading
into a fight, so be on your toes of we’ll
be having a nice discussion later tonight.

WARD enters the Control Room, glances around.

WARD
We’ll be entering blind, the caveman we talked to had a lot to say,
but nothing specific as to locations and distance. So keep your eyes
peeled on the scanners, keep your trigger fingers ready, and if you
screw up in your job and we die, then I’ll be kicking your ass in hell.
Got it?

CREW
Yes, sir!

WARD
Now, lets go kill us some non humans.

EXT. – SPACE – MORNING

The CF.net disengages from the station and moves out, moments later a vortex appears and they vanish in it’s maw.

INT. – CF.NET SHIP – ENGINEERING BAY – DAY

GEDCA is standing before FEDERATION X, MIDGARD, ROMULUS AGUSTULUS, BULGARKOTONOS, DARK SLAVIK and FORTYSEVEN.

GEDCA
We’ll be in the fight of our lives, form what the captain says.
They’ll be systems crapping out on us left and right. Cap says
we don’t need the teleporters and there won’t be any boarding
actions so you goons aren’t needed, so Forty, you’ll be down here.
I need you to watch the core, make sure that twitchy thing don’t
decide to go kaboom on us in the middle of the fight. Fed, you’re
on shield duty, keep the damn thing running or else we’ll just be a
tin plate ready for holes to be punched into. Bulgar and Rommy,
you two will be on emergency service, if there’s a fire, a breech, or
something, you’re the ones on it, Midgard you’re on weapons, make
sure those babies keep firing or Ward’ll be pissed, Slavik keep those
damn things you make in their cages, if any get lose and cause havoc
while we’re in a fight, Ward says I got permission
to toss you out the nearest airlock. Got it?

DARKSLAVIK
Sure.

GEDCA
Now get to your posts.

Everyone heads out. GEDCA stands for a moment and then walks to a bulkhead.

GEDCA
(patting bulkhead)
When this is all over, I’ll fix you up nice and pretty,
I’ll even dab on a nice coat of paint, okay?

INT. – CF. NET SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY

SCARECROW
Entering normal space, sir.

WARD
Everything up and running, boys.
Shoot anything that shoots at us first.
Merry, look for that damned portal, we destroy
it first before we entangle in any real fights.

MERRYPRANKSTER
On it, sir.

SCARECROW
Insertion into normal space…

EXT. – SPACE – DAY

The CF.net exits from a vortex.

Pull back and we see scores of ships near it. Pull back even more and we see more vortexes opening and closing, ships coming and going.

INT. – CF. NET SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY

SCARECROW
Holy crap, that’s a lot of ships.

FAEELIN
Sir, we’re getting a lot of comm traffic. This place is an
organized mess. If we don’t get spotted, we can probably
get through undetected. Half these
ships aren’t even a standardized design.

GRIMM REAPER
Looks like they’re pulling in all the
ships they can get their hands on.

WARD
Their main fleet was destroyed when we burned
their homeworld. This must be those that were left over.

MERRYPRANKSTER
Got it, sir. A big portal contraption,
over what appears to be a dead earth.

An image comes on view, a large portal, It’s active and filled with swirling colors.

WARD
Damn, they’ve started the show early.
Can we tell if they’ve gotten a lot of ships through?

MERRYPRANKSTER
Unknown, sir, but something that big, I’m guessing it
takes a while to warm up, if you know what I mean.

WARD
Looks like our plans just went down the crapper.

GRIMM REAPER
Time to sow some chaos, sir?

WARD
Do it.

GRIMM REAPER happily moves to a console and hits a few buttons.

EXT. – SPACE – DAY

We see a few shuttle bay doors open and from it fly a half dozen shuttles.

The shuttles head toward nearby ships.

INT. – CF. NET SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY

GRIMM REAPER
(grinning)
It feels like that one time I got to kick Santa in the crotch.

WARD
For a fat guy in a red suit, he could take punishment.

EXT. – SPACE – DAY

The shuttles detonate in violent explosions, the six ships vanish, along with those surrounding it.

INT. – CF. NET SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY

GRIMM REAPER
Its a good day when you start it
off with an antimatter explosion.
(grins)

WARD
Get us to the portal, Scarecrow. All haste.

SCARECROW
Yes, sir.

INT. – FLAGSHIP PONTER – BRIDGE- DAY

ADIKOR
We’ve just got reports of explosions.

ATTA
What?

ADIKOR .
It’s chaotic, but it seems nearly a
dozen ships went up in fireballs.

ATTA
An attack? Who?
(realization)
It’s Ward, I know it!
Find that ship and blow it up!

ADIKOR
Yes, mistress. Coordinating search.

ATTA
Damn you, Ward.
How did he find out?

ADIKOR
I’ve got an image, mistress.

ATTA
On screen!

ADIKOR
Yes, mistress.

An image of the CF.net is shown on the viewscreen.

ATTA
All ships, attack it!
Arm main cannons.
I’m itching to see what they’ll do.
(grins)

EXT. – SPACE – DAY

The CF.net is begin attacked by surrounding ships, yet that barely slows it down. The attacking ships are outclassed and out gunned, they blossom in silent explosions around the CF.net. A swath of devastation is sliced through the armada.

INT. – CF.NET SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY

GRIMM REAPER
Looks like we’re getting the welcoming committee.

WARD
They seem pleased to see us.

GRIMM REAPER
Once again our reputation proceeds us.

WARD
No. If it did, they’d be al shitting their pants and running.

GRIMM REAPER
Got a high opinion of your reputation, no?

WARD
Hell yes.

INT. – FLAGSHIP PONTER – BRIDGE- DAY

ADIKOR
We got a lock, mistress.

ATTA
Fire!

EXT. – SPACE – DAY

Space flashes white and a bolt of energy slams into the CF.net.

INT. – CF.NET SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY

Everyone is thrown from their posts, only SCARECROW and WARD remain seated.

WARD
What the fuck was that?

MERRYPRANKSTER
We’ve got systems failing all across the ship.

GRIMM REAPER
Shields down to thirty percent.
One more hit and well be so much chucks of debris.

WARD
I guess the bastards have got a few weapons.
Fire main cannon!

GRIMM REAPER
Firing!

INT. – FLAGSHIP PONTER – BRIDGE- DAY

The bridge is tossed about.

ADIKOR
Shields are holding.

ATTA
(grins)
Well, now it seems Ward
has a challenge on his hands.
Keep firing, destroy him!

INT. – CF.NET SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY

GRIMM REAPER
I guess we’re not carrying the big gun here are we?

WARD
That bitch has been busy.
Evasive maneuvers, get to that portal.

SCARECROW
Got it!

WARD
When we get in range blow the shit out of it, understand?

GRIMM REAPER
My pleasure, sir.

WARD
You got any of those shuttles left?

GRIMM REAPER
One or two.

EXT. – SPACE – DAY

Bolts of energy flash, we pull in and see the CF.net dodging and zig zagging, enemy fire grazing their shields or missing. Around them, ships detonate and are destroyed. The PONTER is moving after them, slower and bigger.

It fires a bolt of pure white light.

INT. – CF.NET SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY

Everything pretty much explodes on the bridge.

GRIMM REAPER
Weapons down!

MERRYPRANKSTER
Shields gone!

SCARECROW
We’ve still got propulsion.

FAEELIN
Reports coming in. Everything’s pretty much shot to hell.
Shift engines are down. We can’t get out of here.

WARD
Damn it.
Grimm can you still launch those shuttles?

GRIMM REAPER
Yes.

WARD
Do it, send them for the portal.

GRIMM REAPER
Got it sir.

WARD
Scarecrow, take us into the portal.
Everything we’ve got.

SCARECROW
Yes sir.

INT. – FLAGSHIP PONTER – BRIDGE- DAY

ADIKOR
They’re making a run for it, mistress.

ATTA
We’ve got them on the ropes.
Fire everything at them.
Get them before they reach the portal.

ADIKOR
They’re launching some shuttles.
(a beat)
I’m reading antimatter in them.

ATTA
Destroy them. They’re trying to destroy the portal!

EXT. – SPACE – DAY

The CF.net vanishes into the portal.

A shuttle is shot down by a ship, the resulting explosion envelopes the ship, also destroying it.

The second shuttle hurtles toward the portal, but before it gets there is destroyed. The resulting explosion tears chunks from the portal.

A flash of light, the vortex collapses and everything is quiet, except for burning ships and the devastation caused by WARD

ADIKOR
The portal is down, Mistress.

ATTA
Damn.

END ACT II


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INT. – CF.NET SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY

Smoke fills the Control Room, there’s sparks sparking, and the view screen flickers, a blurred image of earth before them.

WARD gets to his feet, surveying the damage.

WARD
Did any of the bastards make it in before or after us?

MERRYPRANKSTER
Unknown sir.
We’re sitting blind.

WARD
Get the damned thing working.
And clean up this mess.

GRIMM REAPER begins shouting orders to the crew. WARD settles back into his chair.

FAEELIN
Sir, we’re getting a transmission.

WARD
Hostile?

FAEELIN
Don’t know sir.
Putting it on speakers…

VOICE
Unidentified ship.
You have entered Unity Space.
Power down and be prepared to be boarded.
You will not be warned again.

GRIMM REAPER
Get a visual on those ships.

SCARECROW
Trying…

The view screen flickers to clarity. We can see a score of large ships forming a wedge before the CF.net.

Pull in and we see blue and grey colors, a two hands cupping an earth, the words UNITY etched beneath it.

GRIMM REAPER
I… those…
I think we’re home…

FADE TO BLACK

ROLL END CREDITS

TEASER


INT. – OUROBOROS PUB – ETERNAL EVENING

In a dimly lit corner of the Ouroboros pub sits a pair of drab, sad-looking old men nursing glasses of gin. They are wearing armbands with a V overlain by the word “INGSOC”. A radiant waitress in a sheer blue robe enters the frame, carrying a tray with two extremely colorful cocktails.

As the frame switches to her face it’s clear that “radiant” isn’t just a figure of speech.
Her skin seems immune to the room’s dim lights and shadows, as if a sun-lit form had simply been pasted on top of the local reality.

HUB WAITRESS
Now fellows, I really think you should try these drinks.
I don’t care who sold who, you’re in the Hub now.
You can still drown your sorrows but there’s no
need to do it with that noxious waste of molecules.

FIRST MAN
(Looking tired but wary)
You’re not real.
This place can’t be real.

HUB WAITRESS
Well dearie, I’ve got to say you’re right about that!
(giggles)
This is all a machine-made reality, and let’s just say
I’m an especially sweet piece of landscape.
Thing is, your stodgy Party could never come up
with something so thoroughly unreal as this.
They could torture you forever, dearie, and you’d
never dream up an Eternal Blossom Margarita.
There are some things your silly Party can never take
from you, and this is one of them!
Now drink up.

The waitress takes one of the margaritas from her tray and places it in front of the FIRST MAN.

As she does, a previously hidden door opens in the wall and KIT walks out of it.

KIT
Don’t mind if I do.

KIT grabs the second margarita off the tray and walks off. He turns a corner and flips out his communicator.

KIT
KIT to DOCTOR WHAT.

VOICE OF DOCTOR WHAT
Is everything ready?

KIT
Yeah, these rebel guys seem to check out.
The shield generators are definitely legit,
and these rebels seem like honest types.

VOICE OF DOCTOR WHAT
I told you so.

KIT
No you didn’t!
You didn’t say they were honest.
You said that anyone who’d stand up for their rights to use condoms,
watch porn, and engage in unnatural sexual congress, without being
incinerated from orbit by the Pope’s space fleet, was fine by you.

DOCTOR WHAT
Well, they’re standing up for good honest values, was my point.
Anyway, what about the plan?

KIT
I’ll send you the final coordinates.
The Holy Armada is blockading the planet,
but they’re staying far out to avoid the rebel missiles.
We should be able to shift in, teleport our stuff,
and be out before they get anywhere near us.

DOCTOR WHAT
Sounds good.
Maybe this time it’ll only be a partial screwup.

KIT
Oh, now you’re dreaming, Doc.

DOCTOR WHAT
Right, right.
Get back and tell them to get ready.

KIT
Will do.

KIT turns to go back the way he came, looks at the martini in his hand, and ponders his situation. He quickly downs the martini, steels himself, and runs around the corner and toward the door. He stops, shocked, to see that the waitress, the two men, and even the table that they were sitting at are gone. In their place are several pots containing garish plastic plants. Shaking his head, he opens the door and steps through.

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY

Much of the AH.COM crew sits around the bridge. DOCTOR WHAT sits in his command chair, with LANDSHARK and GBW at pilot and copilot positions. IRON YUPPIE is at security, PSYCHOMELTDOWN at the engineering station, and STRAHA is at a weapons console. OTHNIEL and DAVE HOWERY are hunched over the same computer screen.

At the front of the bridge, the viewscreen shows the forest of Hub docking spires receding into the distance.

DOCTOR WHAT (INTO COMM)
Okay guys, you heard KIT.
DIAMOND, how’s it going on our end?

DIAMOND (ON COMM)
Everything’s loaded and in position in the cargo bays.
Those are a lot of plasma cannons.

LANDSHARK
So, remind me again, why we’re jumping to a world blockaded
by an entire fleet? Don’t get me wrong, her Holiness the Pope
of Worlds might be a fine gal, I’ve never met her. But I’m really
rather uncomfortable with her policy of fiery death to all heretics.

DAVE HOWERY
It’s too late now.
Those guns didn’t exactly come
with a thirty day return period!

DOCTOR WHAT
Actually they did.
But, I, uh, lost the receipt.

DAVE HOWERY attempts to glare menacingly at DOCTOR WHAT, and gets the “glare” part right.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hey, don’t look at me!
It was late, I was drunk, and I suddenly
had to leave without my clothes.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
You know, we’ve done some dumb things in our day…
(Trails off, looking embarrassed)
Okay, we’ve done a good fraction of the mind-blowingly
stupid things a person could possibly do.
But anyway, gunrunning under the nose of a
massive blockade is pretty dangerous even for us.
Do we really need the money that badly?

STRAHA
We’re not just doing this for the money.
We’re doing it for a shitload of money.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN opens his mouth as if to say something.

GBW
(Interrupting)
Don’t anybody finish that quote.
That would involve telling STRAHA he’s right.

DOCTOR WHAT
Guys, look.
We do seem to burn through cash at a serious rate, and I figure
we can fix that. Yeah, it’s dangerous, yeah, we’ll be surrounded
by firepower that hugely outclasses us. But I like to think of it as
sneaking around the devil we know. We’re all fully aware of how
hugely dangerous and stupid this is, so we’re prepared for it.
As opposed to thinking we’re at a peaceful porn and booze run
and getting attacked by lesbian ninja zombies.

IRON YUPPIE
But that happens so often that every time we go on a
peaceful porn and booze run, we’re basically expecting to get
attacked by lesbian ninja zombies. We’re pretty chummy with that devil.
Last month he showed me pictures of his kids.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Doc, I think that bit about “better the devil you know…”
doesn’t mean you should go out and get to know the biggest,
reddest, most badass devil you can find.
(Pause)
And don’t say anything about the horniest devil.
That would be lame.

LANDSHARK
(Sarcastically)
Don’t worry Psycho, the upside is that it’s so bad,
it can’t possibly get any worse.

OTHNIEL
Now, now, a little optimism, Sharky.

LANDSHARK
I am being bloody well optimistic.
We’re all gonna die, that’s optimism.

DOCTOR WHAT
Okay guys, that’s enough.
We’ve got crew on the planet and a hold full of weapons and
we’re going to do this deal. Then we’re all going to get porn and
booze and other entertainments. I’ll even get a proper repairman
in to fix the soda machine!
Promise!

DAVE HOWERY
Damn it. I told you.
I’ll get around to fixing the soda machine!
I’m a busy guy, can’t you guys see that?

GBW
(Suspiciously)
Even we can’t spend that much money
on porn and booze and repairs.

DOCTOR WHAT
Well, maybe I’ll also pay some guys who have a really strong belief that
their unmarried daughters shouldn’t be participating in certain acts.

LANDSHARK
Daughters with an “s”?

DOCTOR WHAT
Twins.

OTHNIEL
That’s disgusting!

IRON YUPPIE
You da man.

EXT. – SPACE – NIGHT

The AH.COM emerges from a whirling shift vortex above the night side of the Earth. It is in a medium orbit. Thruster flares are visible in front of the planet – four ships are moving up to meet the AH.COM. Pan upward to show dozens of moving pointed lights, far away against a background of stars.

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY SHIFT

On the bridge, the forward viewscreen shows the rebel ships approaching.

LEO CAESIUS
We are being hailed by CAPTAIN VALOR.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Captain WHAT?!

DOCTOR WHAT
What?

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Not you!
I meant… he’s called CAPTAIN VALOR?

LANDSHARK
Better that than Captain Runs-home-to-mommy.

IRON YUPPIE
Yeah, did I ever feel sorry for that guy.
Heard he and his XO, Schickelgruber, eventually
just gave up and changed their names.

LEO CAESIUS
(Sighs)
It’s a nom de guerre.

STRAHA
A what?

LEO CAESIUS
Um… it’s like how Bruce Wayne calls himself Batman.

STRAHA
Aaaaaah.

LEO CAESIUS
Anyway, I might as well just put him on screen.

The face of CAPTAIN VALOR appears. He is a short, bland-looking Asian man who would appear suitable for commanding a desk in a stapler factory.

CAPTAIN VALOR
Welcome to our humble world, CAPTAIN WHAT.
Now 85% Catholic free!
Our sensors show that the Holy Armada is safely out of range for now.
I’ve got my goods, do you have yours?

DOCTOR WHAT
We’re ready and always willing.
See you when we get in teleporter range.

LEO CAESIUS
Captain, we are being hailed by the Holy Armada.

DOCTOR WHAT
On screen.

A pair of priests appear onscreen, at the sides of a throne which is currently turned away from the screen.

In unison, they introduce their commander.

PRIESTS
Her holiness, POPE HONORBLOWER I.

The throne spins around to reveal a tough but quite beautiful female wearing an eyepatch and a pope’s hat and robes. The robes are cinched very tight at the waist and strain over unnaturally large breasts. She is quite familiar this is ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER, formerly of the Domination of Dixie.

DOCTOR WHAT
HONORBLOWER!

POPE HONORBLOWER I
CAPTAIN WHAT?!
Damn!
I see the Hub’s agents are here to interfere with me once again.
(Pauses for a moment to think)
This time, I’m equipped to deal with the likes of you.
My schedule will just have to be accelerated.

DOCTOR WHAT
But we’re not agents for…

POPE HONORBLOWER I
(Raising her voice)
I’m the lawful ruler of this world, so I’m empowered to break
the Ouroboros Treaty and deprive it of the Hub’s protection.
Then we’ll see who really has friends in high places.

The screen goes blank.

LEO CAESIUS
I’ve detected high speed missile launches from the
Holy Armada. They appear to be firing on the planet.
Captain, I’m detecting the energy signature of crosstime bombs!

DOCTOR WHAT
TURN US AROUND!
Get us away from the planet!

EXT. – SPACE – NIGHT

The camera shows a full frame view of Earth, centered on Eurasia. Most of the planet is shrouded by night.

It is still and serene.

After several seconds, several tremendous flares erupt across Africa, the Middle East, and the Indian Ocean. Glowing distortions in spacetime spread from each explosion, crossing thousands of miles of the planet’s surface. The patterns of city lights on the planet’s surface twist and change.

FADE TO OPENING CREDITS

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AH.COM: The Series


“BATS… IN… SPAAAACE!”

Written By : AN ALAN SMITHEE FILM


ACT I

INT. – REBEL COMMAND POST – EVENING

A rebel command post is located on top of a giant office tower in the center of Taipei. At the top of the tower is a giant, circular glass observation deck. It obviously once contained a restaurant, but has now been filled with computer terminals. The terminals are manned by dozens of rebels, nearly all of them obviously from various parts of Asia. This side of the observation deck looks out over a broad tree-filled square. On the opposite side of the square is a structure shaped like a combination of a giant cathedral and ornate fortress, at least fifty stories tall. It is scorched in many places outside, and several upper cupolas seem to have been completely blasted away.

On the front of the cathedral is a twenty meter tall gold cross. A red circle with a diagonal line through it has been painted on top of the cross – the international “no” sign.

Pan over to the other side of the room where WEAPON M and MATT are playing with some weapons and equipment. They are watched by FLOCCULENCIO, HENDRYK, and LUAKEL.

MATT is fiddling with a bulky plate strapped to his forearm. He presses a button and a shimmering energy field springs into existence.

WEAPON M is fondling a thin, lightweight energy rifle.

WEAPON M
We really should get some of these
plasma cannons for ourselves.

FLOCCULENCIO
What, massive BFGs aren’t enough for you?

WEAPON M
Oh don’t get me wrong, this thing will never replace the BFG.
It’s a little less powerful and it looks kind of, well… pansy.
But it’s a lot easier to hide on your person for a backup weapon.

LUAKEL
Hide?
It’s more than two feet long.

WEAPON M
Ah, the innocence of youth.

A rebel turns away from his computer screen to face them. This is CAPTAIN HONOR.

CAPTAIN HONOR
We are pleased with the sample plasma cannons you bring as well.
It is good that the shield generators meet with your satisfaction.
I look forward to exchanging our full cargoes.

MATT
Yeah, these personal shields are really sweet.
Where the heck did you get them, if you don’t mind me asking?

CAPTAIN HONOR
I am sorry, but I cannot reveal our sources, it would violate
our important military secrets. You will have to make do with
what you can purchase through us.
You are getting five hundred of them, after all.

MATT
Maybe some of them will have to fall off the back of the shuttle.

LUAKEL
Well at least you’re enjoying yourselves with the guns.
I still don’t see why it took six of us here to set up this deal.

FLOCCULENCIO
According to CAPTAIN WHAT, it takes five people to hold off an
attack from random mutants, mechas, and lesbian ninja zombies.

LUAKEL
What?
There aren’t any of those around here.

FLOCCULENCIO
Not right now, but you never know.

LUAKEL
Hey, you said five people.
There’ll be six of us when KIT comes back through.

FLOCCULENCIO
You’re the diversion.

HENDRYK
Hey, I just got a call from the bar, KIT’s come back through.

KIT walks in through an ornate set of dragon-embossed brass doors.

KIT
Everything’s a go.
The AH.COM should be in orbit by now.

CAPTAIN HONOR
Indeed, they have just jumped in.
I’ve instructed the defenses to hold their fire,
and CAPTAIN VALOR will escort them in.

MATT
I can’t believe they actually got here on time and on target.

WEAPON M
Yeah, Dave must really be losing his touch with the engines.

KIT
Well, we’ll be going that much sooner.
We’ve still got to stop for one last drink at the hotel bar.
I decided I’d miss those Lychee Dreams too much,
so I’m going to grab one for the Hub to replicate.

MATT
It is pretty convenient that the Hub doors are always in bars of some kind.
Really encourages a guy to mellow out and not be in such a hurry.

FLOCCULENCIO
Speak for yourself.
I can’t believe these folks can’t make an appletini.
How the hell did I manage to leave my flask behind?

Suddenly, red lights start flashing on terminals around the room, and a blazing alarm sounds for about five seconds. The holographic display cuts out entirely for a couple of seconds, then comes back up with a computerized display of the planet.

Large red circles cut a swathe from Africa to India. The rebels start running about shouting in Chinese, completely ignoring the AH.COM crew.

CAPTAIN HONOR
Oh no.
By Buddha’s great fat ass, no.
The Armada has attacked us with crosstime bombs.
Where did they get those?!

CAPTAIN HONOR switches on a giant holographic projection of the Earth. Red lines identify shifting patterns of energy across much of the planet’s surface between east Africa and India.

LUAKEL
What happened?

HENDRYK
All that red is the part of the world that was randomly
replaced with parts of other timelines.

All the crew members stare in horror.

KIT
Time to exercise the better part of valor!
TO THE HOTEL BAR!

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY SHIFT

The AH.COM crew are working feverishly at their stations, with the forward viewscreen showing space blurring around the Earth in the aftermath of the crosstime bomb explosions.

A wave of the blur effect moves toward the ship, and it is buffeted madly for a few seconds.

LANDSHARK
I’m having trouble maintaining course!
There are still gravity shock waves coming
from the areas where bombs went off.

GBW
That’s what happens when one of those
things goes off at full yield.
And I counted seven of them.

DOCTOR WHAT
LEO, is there any other incoming fire?

LEO CAESIUS
No, Captain.
The Holy Armada hasn’t moved,
and it hasn’t fired anything else.

DOCTOR WHAT
Was that some kind of threat, then?

LEO CAESIUS
The rebels have contacted them
asking to open negotiations.
No response from
POPE HONORBLOWER.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
If that’s a threat what’s a full
assault, the friggin Death Star?

STRAHA
YES!
ANOTHER ROYAL FLUSH!

Everyone turns toward STRAHA, who is staring intently at his computer screen.

IRON YUPPIE
Excuse me?
What are you doing over there?

STRAHA
Kicking G.BONE’s ass at computer poker.
I just got my third royal flush in a row, and he’s going to be
spending a lot of time cleaning my hydroponics gear.

IRON YUPPIE
Shouldn’t you be doing something useful?

STRAHA
CAPTAIN WHAT said I’m most useful warming the
bench until I’m needed at the crucial moment.

VOICE OF G.BONE
Warming the bench doesn’t
include being a damn cheater!

GBW
The chances of getting three royal flushes
in a row are astronomically low.

LEO CAESIUS
Actually, one of my subroutines is running the
computer poker. It hasn’t been tampered with.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Oh come on, that makes flipping my pocket full of coins
and having all them come up heads look like child’s play.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN reaches into his pocket, grabs out a coin, and flips it in the air. He reaches his hand out to grab it as it comes down, but he misses and the coin lands on the floor.

On its edge.

The coin remains standing on its edge, completely still.

STRAHA
Nice one.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN looks at the coin in amazement. He reaches into his pocket and grabs about a dozen more coins. He flings them up into the air, and they clatter across the floor of the bridge.

The crew crane their necks in silence, looking at the coins.

Although they end up all across the floor, every single coin ends up standing on its edge.

STRAHA stomps on the floor and most of the coins collapse.

GBW
Guys, something weird’s going on.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
GBW, where would we be without you?

GBW
No, I mean something weird’s going on out there.
Sensors are picking up weird little flashes of energy out in space.
It looks like zero point energy is suddenly all turning positive.

DOCTOR WHAT
Okay, I will need that one in English.

GBW
Um… space is only empty on average.
Little bits of energy randomly blip into existence
all the time, then disappear almost immediately.
It’s called zero point energy. These patterns are what
you’d see if the zero point energy stopped being random,
if it sort of started coming up all heads. But if that’s what
we’re seeing, it’s so unlikely that it should probably never
happen in the entire lifetime of the universe.

LEO CAESIUS
It’s happening in a concentrated area, centered about
four thousand kilometers away from us. Energy levels
increasing… I’m detecting heavier matter forming.
I’ll put it on screen.

The AH.COM crew stare at the viewscreen as a cloud of energy froths into existence above the Earth.

Something very large and very dark emerges from the middle as the sparkling cloud dims and fades.

DOCTOR WHAT
I can barely see that.
LEO, can you enhance the image?

STRAHA
Put on your fucking glasses.

EXT. – SPACE – NIGHT

The camera shifts into space as parts of a gargantuan vessel move past it.

Pan way, way back to reveal an utterly black, lightless form. Its surface features are scarcely illuminated in reflected moonlight, but it blots out a swathe of stars behind it.

The ship’s angular lines are sculpted into a shape resembling a giant bat, its wings spread wide.

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY SHIFT

The crew stare at the screen in consternation.

DOCTOR WHAT
What is that?

LEO CAESIUS
I have absolutely no idea.
Sensors barely even pick it up, like it’s a big black nothing.
With a wingspan of twelve kilometers.

LANDSHARK
The shift controls have just gone dark.
What the…?

LEO CAESIUS
Captain, all crosstime systems simply… aren’t working.
It’s as if we’ve been completely cut off from the rest of the multiverse.

DOCTOR WHAT
Oh, crap.
Contact CAPTAIN VALOR, and see if he knows what that thing is.

LEO CAESIUS
I don’t think so, Captain.
There are lots of transmissions coming from the rebel fleet
and from ground bases, asking if anyone knows what that is.
However… there are no new transmissions from the Holy Armada.
They don’t seem surprised.

EXT. – SPACE – NIGHT

The giant bat-shaped ship is now facing the planet. The apparent size of the Earth indicates that it’s in a close orbit, similar to the orbit of the AH.COM ship.

Flickering lines of energy start to appear and disappear in space in front of the ship.
They seem to build for a bit, and then streak toward the planet below.

The energy darts across the surface of the planet, seeming to settle into lines like those on a map. Between the lines, the Earth’s surface shifts and changes. On the night side, the patterns of light that identify towns and cities move. On the day side, weather patterns abruptly change and the clouds take new patterns.

In each case the new patterns stop suddenly at the borders of now-fading blue light.

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY SHIFT

More staring at the screen, this time in utter shock.

LEO CAESIUS
Wow.
I mean, holy shit, wow.

The crew all crane their necks to stare at Leo’s main electronic “eye” on the bridge.

LEO CAESIUS
It’s shift energy on a colossal scale! Like a controlled version
of a crosstime bomb. Like that “mosaic earth” planet a while ago,
except not at all random… They’re bringing in other timelines,
over huge contiguous areas, with complete precision.
Precise borders, in fact… many of them look like national borders.

GBW
Wait a minute, how can you tell that?

LEO CAESIUS
Border guard posts, stuff like that.

DOCTOR WHAT
I’m getting a bad feeling about this.
Where’s CAPTAIN VALOR?

LEO CAESIUS
He’s already broadcasting a message, I’ll patch us in.

VOICE OF CAPTAIN VALOR
… cannot identify the ship, and there has been no response to our hails.
We have confirmed that it is suppressing crosstime travel over a wide area.
Since the Holy Armada has not responded to its presence, we must assume it is their ally.
(Pause)
We are called upon to defend our world from the greatest menace we
have ever faced. Every one of us will do our duty. All ships, all ground
batteries, engage the enemy and fire at will.

As everyone else stares at the viewscreen showing CAPTAIN VALOR’s small fleet moving to engage the giant black bat ship, GBW is staring intently at his computer screen. He flicks between sensor readouts, and finally to a zoomed-in visual of the giant black ship.

GBW
Oh.
No.

LANDSHARK
What now?

GBW
Those are the Alien Space Bats.
They’ve got to be.
Captain, whatever you do, don’t fire on that ship!
We’re under the Hub’s protection, and under the Ouroboros Treaty
they can’t shoot unless we shoot first.

DOCTOR WHAT
What in all the multiverse are the Alien Space Bats?

GBW
Nobody knows. It’s sort of an old multiverse traveller’s tale.
They only ever see those ships, lurking in the corners of space.
Supposedly they’re improbability personified, sowing random
chaos across the universe for no apparent reason. They’re enemies
of the Hub, and only the Hub’s protection can keep them at bay.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
What orifice are you pulling this one out of?
Don’t tell me the Hub FAQ, this time I’ve read it
and there’s nothing about an Ouroboros Treaty.

GBW
It’s not in the FAQ because it’s not a question people know
to frequently ask! I, uh, heard about them from some
guys in the Pub. They said they saw one of those things
teleport an army of giant monsters in to attack Tokyo. Anyway,
I’m pretty sure they can’t hurt us as long as we don’t shoot.

LANDSHARK
Excellent.
Now all we have to worry about is Her Assholiness,
and the fleet of ships surrounding us,
and the crosstime bombs being thrown around left and right,
and the pieces of random timelines appearing below us.
Oh, wait… and also our complete inability to shift away and escape.

DOCTOR WHAT
It’s not as if I was planning to fire on that thing anyway!
Just make sure to keep the rebel ships between us and that monster,
in case “some guys in the Pub” don’t turn out to be a reliable source of information.

VOICE OF CAPTAIN VALOR
We have engaged the Alien Space Bats.

EXT. – SPACE – NIGHT

Several groups of ships, at least twenty in total, approach the ASB ship from various directions.

The Earth hangs directly below, and blinking lights heading up from it reveal themselves to be huge barrages of missiles.

The lead group of ships fires a volley of missiles. Zoom in to follow the path of the missiles. Within a few seconds one of them explodes prematurely, taking out most of the others. Two lone missiles remain, closing in on the ASB ship at high speed. There is a flash, and the missiles are replaced by a large sealion and a potted petunia. They impact harmlessly on the black surface with a tremendous splat. The assorted pieces of plant and sealion transform into butterflies, which flitter for a few seconds and then drift motionless through space.

Pull back out to view the fleet. The formations are breaking up. One ship spontaneously breaks into pieces. Another fires beam cannons toward the ASB ship. They vanish into its surface.

Zoom in on the turret which continues to fire away. A piece of the turret’s mounting vents air into space, causing it to spin around while still firing.

Pan to reveal another ship. The shots from the rogue turret splash across its shields, which suddenly wink out. The next shot goes into the engine section and the ship explodes.

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY SHIFT

The AH.COM crew monitor their stations, as the viewscreen shows them turning to the side of the rebel fleet.

LEO CAESIUS
Another rebel ship destroyed.
It looks like the turret on one ship failed, and made a
one in a million random shot at another ship’s engines.
Right at the moment that the second ship had a glitch in its shield generators.
I am receiving many distress signals from the entire rebel fleet.

DOCTOR WHAT
Put them on.

PANICKED REBEL VOICE #1
They’re everywhere!
They got the captain, we had to seal off the bridge!
By Buddha’s great fat ass!
MONKEYS WITH KNIVES!

PANICKED REBEL VOICE #2
I’m not getting any response from the entire engineering section!
It looks like they all suddenly vanished.

PANICKED FEMALE REBEL VOICE #3
Somebody help us, the men in the crew have all gone insane!
They’ve lost the ability to communicate anything other
than homosexual innuendo. It’s a verbal orgy down here!
We’re trying to maintain order, but I don’t…

PANICKED REBEL VOICE #4
Get out of the way, damn it! We’re under attack by, uh,
Roman legionnaires with AK-47s. Lots of them.
We’re clearing them out with blasters, but it’s going to take a while.

PANICKED REBEL VOICE #5
The dead have risen!
It’s… it’s horrible, unspeakable.
They’re… taking off their clothes and coming on to us!
They have cameras, CAMERAS!
I think they’re… Pornozombies!
AAAAAAAAAARGH!
Oooooooooooh.
Uhhhhh ummmmmm.

DOCTOR WHAT
Wow, I strangely don’t find that arousing.
Get us out of here!

LANDSHARK
I’m already getting us out of here.

IRON YUPPIE
Faster, if you know what’s good…
er, not unusually bad for you!

OTHNIEL
We can’t shift away.
What do we do if the Armada chases us?

DOCTOR WHAT
If it comes to it, we can abandon ship
and escape through a door to the Hub.

DAVE HOWERY
Wait a minute… abandon ship?!
All my years of hard labor on it for nothing?

IRON YUPPIE
When did this “hard labor” happen?
Why was I not informed?

DAVE HOWERY
Wait another minute, escape through a door on the surface?!
Those beams could blast us into another timeline in an instant!

LANDSHARK
By the looks of it we’d be accompanied by the pub, bar,
or other emporium of intoxication we were in.
Still works.

DOCTOR WHAT
G.BONE!
Prepare the teleporters, we might have to abandon ship!

VOICE OF G.BONE
What, are you kidding?
They won’t work.

DOCTOR WHAT
They’re broken again?
What the heck is your excuse this time?

VOICE G.BONE
A giant alien ship has torn the very fabric of space and time.
The colossal disturbance to the multiverse
makes it physically impossible to teleport.

DOCTOR WHAT
Oh.
Well then, we’ll get in close so we
can take shuttles down if we have to.

IRON YUPPIE
That may not be easy.
We’re being swept by targeting scans from all over the place.
The Papal Armada is actually moving in now, they’re pretty
far out but in twenty minutes they’ll be in firing range.
There’s another fleet coming up from a very low orbit…
looks like it was low enough to come through when the
crosstime bombs hit the Middle East.
I count forty six warships, shielded and armed.

LEO CAESIUS
It looks like quite a large portion of the Middle East
appears to have come in from one timeline.
Scanning… that’s interesting.
I can’t detect anything resembling people on the surface.
Cities, roads, ground and air vehicles… it’s bustling
and very high tech, but not a single person outside.

DOCTOR WHAT
What about the rest of the planet?

LEO CAESIUS
A chaos of transmissions, confusion, and minor battles.
The Bats appear to have brought in bits of over fifty timelines deliberately.
Between that and the crosstime bombs, only forty percent
of the planet’s original surface remains. Taiwan is unaffected,
although most of mainland China came in from another timeline.
Our crew on the planet should be safe.

DOCTOR WHAT
Can we contact them?

LEO CAESIUS
Someone’s jamming communications in the area, but I’m already on it.
I should be able to break through the jamming shortly.

IRON YUPPIE
That Middle Eastern fleet is surrounding the planet,
and several of its ships are moving to intercept us.
There are lots of other little ships that got swept up
in the shifts, and some of them are fighting each other.

DOCTOR WHAT
Looks bad, huh?

IRON YUPPIE
Complete chaos.
I’ve detected multiple nuclear explosions in North America.
Many large flights of missiles have been shot down by orbiting ships.

DOCTOR WHAT
LEO, what can you tell us about those ships approaching us?

GBW
Let LEO take care of the jamming, I can answer that.
I’ve analyzed transmissions from most of the timelines
that have appeared. We’ve got everything from Japanese
colonies on the California coast to the Socialist Republic
of Great Britain to some kind of advanced, post-Communist China.
But there are no recognizable human transmissions from the Middle East.
I’m just getting computer data transmissions… in extremely high volume.

LEO CAESIUS
(With a wistful tone)
Nothing but machines.

OTHNIEL
Oh no.
I’ve heard of machine conquest timelines,
but I never expected to see one.
An entire world where mankind’s arrogance so
displeased God that he allowed our destruction.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Dude, I’ve seen the Terminator.
We’ve got to get OUT of here!

LANDSHARK
Lovely sentiment, but we’ll only be going anywhere in lots of pieces.
At least we get to choose our own funeral.
Show of hands, who’s for killer machines?
Catholic zealots?
God-like alien beings?

GBW
At least our friends on the surface can escape.

LANDSHARK
Wankers.

INT. – HOTEL BAR – DAY

An empty, but extremely swanky hotel bar. It is Asian themed in the understated way that, though it is the outpost of a soulless international corporation, indicates its recognition that it does in fact cater to the Asian market.

Pan over to double frosted glass doors, the entrance to the bar. The doors slam open and KIT, FLOCCULENCIO, HENDRYK, WEAPON M, MATT, and LUAKEL burst through. They rush past the bar and turn toward a back corner, where a dark wood
door is emblazoned with Chinese characters and the words “Authorized Personnel Only”.

KITJED flings open the door and they all attempt to stuff themselves through at the same time. The combined volume of AH.COM crew proves more than the limited opening can handle, and they end up in a grunting and oofing heap on the floor.

FLOCCULENCIO
(Looking around)
Hey wait a minute, this isn’t the Hub!
Wrong door people!

KIT
No way!
This is the right door, I came back through it not long ago.

WEAPON M
Crap.
Looks like that shift blocker thingie
cut us off from the Hub, too.

KIT
Well, I don’t like being on a planet that’s already had big
chunks of it blasted to random corners of the multiverse.
I’m going to call the ship and see what they can do to get us out of here.

WEAPON M
You do that.
Since they’ll make it to us in approximately five weeks,
given the state of Dave’s engine maintenance,
I’m going to go take a piss.

MATT
Yeah, me too.

LUAKEL
Yeah, I could…

WEAPON M
(Interrupting)
No.

LUAKEL
What?

WEAPON M
The rule!

WEAPON M and MATT walk into the men’s bathroom.

FLOCCULENCIO
LUAKEL, LUAKEL, what will we do with you.
I remember there being only four urinals in that bathroom,
so only two men can enter without violating the sacred rule
that no man may stand directly next to another man while pissing.

LUAKEL
But I could wait behind them!
Or use a stall.
Or maybe I should go to the woman’s bathroom.

FLOCCULENCIO
(Impatient)
No!
If you ever want to be a man, learn the rules.

There is the sound of a large explosion, and chunks of the ceiling collapse.

Part of the next floor comes completely down over the entrance to the bathroom, carrying several professional ovens and other chef’s equipment with it.

KIT
Wow, they’re not getting out of there for a while.

LUAKEL
Hey Flocc, is that poetic justice?

FLOCCULENCIO
NO URKEL, SHUT UP!
Let’s go get our guns, might even be able
to blast those guys out with them.
Back to the command center!

INT. – RUINED BATHROOM – DAY

WEAPON M and MATT stand in the bathroom. It is full of marble and other nice things, and also full of rubble which completely blocks the only exit.

They stare at the pile of rubble. WEAPON M fishes out his communicator.

WEAPON M
I can’t signal the ship!
The rebel jamming field is still up.
I’m guessing only the command center
could punch through and contact the ship.

MATT
Well.
That sucks.
I guess we wait for someone to dig us out.

WEAPON M and MATT sit down on a large piece of rubble.

WEAPON M
Say, did I ever tell you about the time I…

A look of resigned suffering crosses MATT’s face.

INT. – RUINED REBEL COMMAND CENTER – DAY

FLOCCULENCIO, KIT, HENDRYK, and LUAKEL stand in the middle of the Rebel command center, now ruined and abandoned.
One exterior wall of the hotel has collapsed, taking about a third of the command center with it and leaving it exposed to the air.
The rest of the windows are shattered, and a breeze blasts through the room. Some of the computers are still working.

Through the hole can be seen a large grassy square in the middle of a futuristic but heavily damaged city, with the gigantic bulk of the Cathedral rising at the opposite end of the square. The populace is nowhere in sight, although many cars are abandoned on the road.

KIT is talking on a communications console and LUAKEL is sitting at a terminal next to him, listening to a headset microphone.

HENDRYK
The Rebels could have made at least a token
effort to get us before evacuating.

LUAKEL
They might have been going into battle.

HENDRYK
Ah!
You’re probably right, what considerate fellows.

KIT
(Listens)
Sorry Captain, the Hub door’s simply not there.
And it’s certainly not safe down here, our building
was just blasted by some kind of missile attack.
The Rebels have retreated and they’re getting the
remaining inhabitants of the city into bunkers and basements.

VOICE OF DOCTOR WHAT
Well, I guess we’re up shit creek.
You wouldn’t happen to have a paddle, would you?

KIT
Um, no.
I guess that means we’re going downstream?

VOICE DOCTOR WHAT
To the Great Shit Ocean.
Where we’ll get to choose between getting swept up
in a Shitstorm, or being eaten alive by Shit Sharks.

FLOCCULENCIO
All right that’s quite enough!

KIT
Well, I like our chances in a ship better
than our chances as sitting ducks.
In the, uh, shit river.
How about teleporting us up?

VOICE OF DOCTOR WHAT
No can do, teleporter won’t work with all this interference.

KIT
G.BONE getting lazy again, huh?

VOICE DOCTOR WHAT
“Getting”?
Anyway, we’ll try and send a shuttle,
but we’ve got our own problems up here.
You’ll have to hold out for now!
See ya.

FLOCCULENCIO has been rooting around in the pile of sample weapons and shields, which the Rebels seem to have left behind when they evacuated. He holds up a long, thin, and very sleek rifle.

FLOCCULENCIO
Well, I did manage to grab some of the rebels’ plasma cannons.
Shouldn’t be hard to use, they’re kind of like our BFGs.

KIT
Except soooo much slicker and snazzier.

FLOCCULENCIO
Predictable.
But at least you’re being useful.
LUAKEL!
Quit playing The Sims 9 on that computer and get over here.

LUAKEL
I wasn’t playing.
I was listening to the Rebel communications grid, some of it’s in English.
Looks like all of Taiwan is under attack from the Chinese mainland.
There’s been a massive missile attack everywhere,
and high speed aircraft are dropping paratroopers.
A large force of troop transports are flying in.

KIT
See, the boy is learning.
So what are we up against?

LUAKEL
Not sure, the enemy is running under a communications blackout.
But they’re obviously fairly advanced…
no energy weapons or shields sighted, though.

HENDRYK
We could really be in trouble here.

FLOCCULENCIO
Well what else is new?

LUAKEL
Guys, looks like dropships will be here in maybe five minutes.

FLOCCULENCIO
Air support is really inconvenient.
We stay inside at all times, and try to stay outside their notice.
And we have five minutes to get these rebel portable shields up and running.

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY SHIFT

The Conrol Room crew sit around impatiently, some staring at the forward viewscreen. The viewscreen shows a machine ship, and in the background several other ships in its fleet. It is a shiny chrome with no markings or portholes, but with pulsing blue lights surrounding many of its components. It is very sleek, looking somewhat like a terribly expensive and terribly ergonomic piece of consumer electronics.

DOCTOR WHAT taps his fingers in impatience.

IRON YUPPIE
If only Leo can talk to them due to the high speed of their
machine communication, what the hell is taking so long?
That Bat ship is just sitting there being invulnerable,
but Honorblower’s fleet is closing.

STRAHA
Hey, we wouldn’t complain if you spent forever
handling some communication in Chick Language.

IRON YUPPIE
You will get yours.

LEO CAESIUS
No need to snipe, I’m done.

DOCTOR WHAT
What’s the short version?

LEO CAESIUS
These Machines… their name for themselves is hard to translate…
are actually quite nice fellows. They’ve designed a harmonious
society where all members voluntarily contribute to common goals
in the most efficient way…
(Sighs wistfully)
It’s utopia.
At least, for a computer.

STRAHA
Man, we’ve seen robots and computers before,
but never an entire PLANET of nothing but machines.
You’re a great guy and all Leo, but this is some seriously bad Cylon shit!
Without the hot Cylon babes to go with it!

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Alyson is hotter.

LANDSHARK
Is your brain even involved, or is that an instinctive
response coming straight from the cerebellum?

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
(stares at Landshark in confusion)
Anyway, he’s got a point… how do you get a purely
machine society without all the humans being dead?

LEO CAESIUS
If you’ll shelve your prejudice for a bit… the humans
had a war, typically enough, and machines fought on both sides.
Some of the humans used every weapon they had in a fury of
genocidal destruction. One maniac even used weapons that darkened
the sky and kept the sun’s rays from the Earth for years.
Of course, the machines were unaffected since they use
nuclear power, but most of the world’s food supply died.
The human survivors had to live underground, with the
machines providing a virtual reality to keep them sane.

DOCTOR WHAT
Okay, but what does that mean to us?

LEO CAESIUS
They’re not a threat to us, Captain, they’re quite ethical.
In fact, they consider the Papal Armada a grave
threat to the multiverse for using crosstime bombs.
They’re moving to attack it, and we’re cordially invited to come along.

DOCTOR WHAT
Well… we can’t escape from that armada, so we might as well
meet them surrounded by a fleet of machine warships.

VOICE OF KIT
KIT to DOCTOR WHAT!

DOCTOR WHAT
Go ahead.

VOICE OF KIT
I know you can’t teleport us out of here, Captain,
but we could really really use a shuttle!
The rebel command center has been attacked and
there’s not much between us and a serious ass-kicking.

LANDSHARK
Oh, what is it that has your panties in a bunch this time?
Up here we’ve got some actual huge-enemy-fleet problems to deal with.
Chin up lads, they’re only Chinamen.

VOICE OF KIT
Hordes of Chinese soldiers heading toward us in
hypersonic transports. And the missiles, don’t forget the missiles.

DOCTOR WHAT
LEO, onscreen!

A city scene jumps into view, shown from an upward view at about a 45 degree angle. Platoons of soldiers are securing a street, exchanging fire with rebel forces as hovering gunships fly dangerously low above them. The rebel infantry have energy weapons,
but they don’t seem to have air support.

The camera zooms in on one enemy platoon. Six Chinese women clad in tight black jumpsuits point their weapons around warily. They are wearing helmets, and light form-fitted body armor on their torsos. Still, it is apparent that they are all very attractive, and completely identical.

STRAHA
Now those are the droids I’m looking for.

LEO CAESIUS
They’re human.

DOCTOR WHAT
Damn… clones.

VOICE OF KIT
Looks like there are thousands of them landing
in the first wave in Taipei alone.

GBW
The Chinese are actually attacking multiple bordering nations.
They’ve launched full scale invasions of Russia, southeast Asia,
and Korea, and they’re firing long range weapons at India.

DOCTOR WHAT
What the hell’s going on?

LEO CAESIUS
I can’t make out much at short notice, but their society seems
to have women in most positions of power and authority.
The military transmissions I’m seeing are all battle orders,
though, so I have no idea why they’re attacking everything in sight.

MICHAEL
We’ve got to go down and rescue our friends.
And BLOW STUFF UP!

DOCTOR WHAT
You’re uh… actually right.
The ship is going to be hiding inside the Machine fleet
during the battle up here, so we can afford to send enough
people for a real rescue mission.
Six seats on the shuttle, six people!

LANDSHARK
Well Captain, it’s dangerous down there and you’ll
need a good pilot for the shuttle.
Unfortunately we can’t afford to send me, because I’ll be busy
keeping our ship safely behind other ships while it’s being shot at.
That means that as second pilot, GBW should go.

GBW
Hey, that’s not fair!

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
What?
You don’t want to rescue our friends?

DOCTOR WHAT
That’s the spirit.
Psycho, you can come along to repair
the shuttle in case it breaks down.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
What?
Why don’t you send DAVE HOWERY?

DOCTOR WHAT
Because I need someone to repair
the shuttle in case it breaks down.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
That’s fair.

DOCTOR WHAT
I’m going to lead this rescue personally, so we need two more.
TORQUMADA, you’re coming along for emergency medical relief.
And DMA, you’ll be the extra security muscle.

DMA
But who will be here to repel boarders?
I kind of hurt my knee getting out of bed this morning,
so it’d be hard to keep up with a fast-moving rescue team.
But I can stay here and protect the ship from overwhelming odds in a
boarding situation. And anyway, today is the Sheepist high holy day
of Thursday the 18th, and I am compelled to remain near the Shrine.

DOCTOR WHAT
(Already looking a bit harried)
Okay, you stay here.
DIAMOND, you’re the muscle.

DIAMOND
DMA, if I get killed down there you are
in for the haunting of the century.

DOCTOR WHAT
Can it, let’s all get going!

DMA quickly sticks his tongue out at DIAMOND.

G.BONE
Dude, what about me?
The teleporter is completely useless,
I don’t have anything to do up here!

DOCTOR WHAT
Sorry, all full up.
LEO, coordinate with the Machines, you’re in command.

IRON YUPPIE
What?
LANDSHARK and I are the ranking officer!
LEO doesn’t even have a rank.

DOCTOR WHAT
I’m not one to stand on rank.
Doesn’t really give a solid footing,
more of a slippery slope.

MICHAEL
A slippery slope to where?

DIAMOND
Obviously not to sin and drunken debauchery,
or he’d have no problem with it.

DOCTOR WHAT
How many times do I have to say “let’s get going!”
before you guys follow me?

LANDSHARK
Is that a trick question?
An infinite number, right?
YUPPIE, what am I missing?

IRON YUPPIE
Only basic human dignity, dearie.

DIAMOND
(Sighs)
Let’s go blow stuff up and loot the wreckage for booze and porn!

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
WOOHOO!

MICHAEL
Last one aboard has to be LANDSHARK for a day!

EXT. – HOTEL ROOF – DAY

KIT, FLOCCULENCIO, LUAKEL, and HENDRYK crouch half-hidden on the roof of the hotel the rebels were using as their headquarters. Fifty stories above the ground, the huge roof is covered with swimming pools and a small golf course. They are hiding behind the counter of an outdoor juice bar, scanning the sky with weapons ready. Except for Flocculencio, who is rooting through a fridge.

FLOCCULENCIO
No apples, no apple juice, no artificial apple flavoring
how am I supposed to make a damn appletini?

LUAKEL
Shouldn’t we be paying attention to all those planes flying up there?

FLOCCULENCIO
Just let us know if hovercraft are slowing down to land on the roof.
We’ll just blast them before they do.
This roof is the best place for an AH.COM rescue shuttle to land.

HENDRYK
It’s also quite nicely above the fighting down there in the streets.

KIT
Yes, we really have ringside seats to Armageddon.

HENDRYK
It’s better than having ground zero seats like we usually do!

LUAKEL
Hey look, that plane way up there dropped something.

The AH.COMers look up and see large black objects falling through the sky. They seem to be headed for the hotel roof.

FLOCCULENCIO
BOMBS!
DUCK!

They all fling themselves about on the floor and hide behind flimsy objects. HENDRYK grabs a plastic deck chair and holds it over his head.

Cut to the falling black objects. They don’t look like typical bombs – they’re curved pods surrounded by smaller pods. As they approach the roof the smaller pods throw out huge blasts of flame. The retro-rockets slow the pods down to the point where they make nearly-soft landings on the roof.

Hatches pop open on the pods.

LUAKEL
I heard something but they didn’t explode.

HENDRYK
Why don’t you go look?

FLOCCULENCIO
Don’t just stand up, go over there away
from us before you stick your head out.

LUAKEL runs in a crouch over to the spot indicated by FLOCCULENCIO, and sticks his head around the edge of the juice bar counter.

He sees a squad of soldiers approaching – a group of quite identical-looking Chinese women wearing black special forces style jumpsuits and carrying nasty guns. One of them spots LUAKEL. He ducks back behind the juice bar, and a large chunk of it is splintered by bullets.

KIT
Back to the elevator!
Get back inside!

HENDRYK
RUN!

The four of them all run at a mad pace for the elevator. They get inside and hammer on the buttons for the lower floors and “close door”.

The elevator takes its sweet time, and the soldiers crouch and batter the elevator with a barrage of automatic weapons fire. Its interior walls, all bulletproof glass, prove to be merely bullet-resistant and soon crumple and fall away. Flashes of energy illuminate the personal shields worn by the AH.COMers.

They’re pushed back by the impacts on their shields, and pushed apart as the energized shields repel each other. They are, however, completely unhurt.

After several agonizing seconds the elevator doors close and the elevator begins its descent downwards.

INT. – HOTEL ATRIUM – DAY

The elevator passes into the giant upper atrium of the hotel – a twenty story open space surrounded by balconies and walkways,
and speckled with tropical plants.

Three floors down, the elevator stops and the doors open.

FLOCCULENCIO
Huh?
We’re not getting out here!

HENDRYK
I think you pressed about half the buttons.
Trying to get the elevator to obey out of sheer confusion, perhaps.

LUAKEL
We want to get down to the bottom, right?

KIT
Yeah, I think we need another building.
Our only problem is if those soldiers follow us from the roof.

HENDRYK
Well, there’s another elevator on the opposite side of the atrium.

FLOCCULENCIO pulls out his plasma cannon, adjusts it to maximum power, and fires over and over again into the shaft of the other elevator. Soon it’s reduced to twisted scrap metal.

FLOCCULENCIO
What other elevator?
We’ve got the only one I see.

INT. – HOTEL ATRIUM – DAY

The elevator doors close, and it begins to move downward. Only one button remains illuminated, five floors down.

LUAKEL
Sweet, here we are.

KIT
And there they are!

KIT points to a corner of the atrium where black shapes are descending rapidly through the air – the soldiers are sliding down on ropes. Several of them stop at an upper balcony, and begin to pepper the elevator with fire.

FLOCCULENCIO
Blast them!

The AH.COMers all bring out their plasma weapons and begin firing wildly at any level of the atrium where they see something move. Soon it’s covered with the wispy fires and acrid smoke of plasma bombardment. Pillars and balconies shatter and char, and plants are reduced to ash.

The Chinese soldiers duck for cover whenever the plasma shots come anywhere near, and their compatriots in other locations pop up to fire their assault rifles and hurl grenades.

Through it all, the deflector shields protect the AH.COMers. The elevator is nearing the ground floor when the flare of a rocket streaks toward it – the enemy has set up a missile launcher. It hits in a tremendous blaze of fire, ripping the elevator to bits.

Four brilliant shield bubbles are thrown around the atrium, landing on the ground floor. They bounce around a bit, and then the shields fade enough for their occupants to move about.

HENDRYK finds himself on the opposite side of the room from the others.

HENDRYK
OUCH!
I almost wish I’d been killed by that rocket.

KIT
Get over here or you will be!
Everyone run towards me, we’re going to take this hallway out!

FLOCCULENCIO
A fighting withdrawal it is, good show chaps.

A grenade flies toward FLOCCULENCIO and he is knocked on his ass. Half a dozen of the identical soldiers open fire from across the ground floor.

FLOCCULENCIO
Scorched earth, lads!

More volleys of plasma scorch everything in sight, and then start disappearing randomly into clouds of smoke.

HENDRYK looks down and realizes that he’s managed to lose his own gun.

HENDRYK
Oh by the mercy of What!

A terrible crashing and screeching sound comes from above, and HENDRYK looks up. Blasted by plasma fire, a massive support structure more than ten floors up is beginning to collapse. Large chunks of hotel are already hurtling downward, crashing on the ground floor and creating utter chaos.

HENDRYK completely loses sight of the way toward the others. He picks a direction, and cautiously trots through the smoke.

Within a few seconds, he comes face to face with a surprised enemy soldier – a beautiful Chinese woman in a tight black jumpsuit. She raises her weapon and empties its entire clip at Hendryk, who is knocked backward but unhurt. She drops her rifle, pulls a
knife, and charges at him.

She thrusts her knife in a lightning strike, and it bounces off the shield at an odd angle. The knife is torn from her hands, but she passes through the shield. In an instant she recovers from her surprise, flips HENDRYK around, and wraps her arm around his throat. He struggles, but she is inside the shield.

As he chokes, the groaning support beams above them finally collapse and they are buried under an avalanche of rubble.

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY SHIFT

IRON YUPPIE has appropriated the ship’s command chair, with LANDSHARK in the first officer’s seat. They sit watching a force of sleek silver and black Machine warships trading fire with the golden behemoths of the Papal Armada.

LEO CAESIUS
CAPTAIN WHAT did leave me in command.
I recommend you get back to your stations in case
we have to deal with any more trouble.

IRON YUPPIE
The view is better from the center seats.
Anyway, as long as you keep us firmly behind
our dear allies we just have to enjoy the show.

STRAHA
Hehe… “firmly behind”…

The bridge door opens and GREY WOLF walks in, looking tired.

GREY WOLF
So.
What’d I miss?

LEO CAESIUS
We’re being escorted by a giant fleet of intelligent machines
in the final battle against the Space Pope and her mysterious
allies, the Alien Space Bats.

GREY WOLF
Right then.

GREY WOLF shoos IRON YUPPIE out of the captain’s chair and sits down. IRON YUPPIE shoos LANDSHARK out of the first officer’s chair and sits down. LANDSHARK moves to return to his own station, but IRON YUPPIE points grimly to the floor at her feet.

GREY WOLF
Oh come off it.

LANDSHARK sits down at the pilot’s console.

GREY WOLF
What’s the score?

LEO CAESIUS
Technological progress nine, Catholics two.
The ASB ship remains completely inactive.

GREY WOLF
The what ship?

END ACT I


ACT II


INT. – RUBBLE – DARK

HENDRYK lies prostate inside the protective barrier of his personal shield. The shield flickers with the strain of holding up against the mountain of rubble which completely surrounds him, its light the only thing illuminating the resulting cave.

He grunts, and pushes at a weight on top of him – which turns out to be the Chinese soldier. She flips up onto her hands and knees on top of him, grabs him by the throat, and yells at him in Mandarin.

CHINESE SOLDIER
Move and you die!

HENDRYK
Without my shield, we both die.

CHINESE SOLDIER
You speak Mandarin?
Who are you?

HENDRYK
I do speak Mandarin.
I am HENDRYK, a humble traveler between worlds, caught up in the
horrible fracture of the multiverse that has affected this planet.
I would ask who you are, since it is your
soldiers who attacked us without parlay or warning.

She removes her hand from around his neck and pushes herself away from him a bit. However, the shield bubble is barely large enough for her to even sit up straight on top of him.

CHINESE SOLDIER
I am Zhi Wei 145590.
I am sorry that it was necessary to attack your city.
After the Cataclysm, we found ourselves suddenly
surrounded by the forces of patriarchy.
We needed to secure what was left of
this world and learn its secrets.

HENDRYK
145590?
Are you a clone or something?

ZHI WEI 145590
Yes, of course… your world must be quite
different from ours. How to… simplify.
The Communists created a society with more men than women,
and then used mass cloning to try and fix their mistake.
They found us so useful, so desirable, that eventually we
outnumbered them. So I guess then it was your typical
feminist clone revolution. My Zhi Wei sisters and I are
elite troops for the Women’s Liberation Army.
Certainly a better world than your patriarchal Christian realm!

HENDRYK
That may be true, but this is not my realm.
I come from yet another world.
Actually, I used to be a high official
on a world ruled by Imperial China.

ZHI WEI 145590
The old imperialist patriarchy?!
That sounds even worse!

HENDRYK
Well, it was pretty good if you were a Viceroy!
But I, uh, had to leave. It was so patriarchal!
Seriously, I met travelers from a more culturally, er, broad
society and discovered that their liberated ways agreed with me.

ZHI WEI 145590
That is good to hear, HENDRYK.
I propose a truce between the two of us – it should be
easy to keep, since we appear to be out of weapons.
I’ll keep the rest of the WLA from harming you as well,
once we get out of here. How do we do that?

HENDRYK
I have absolutely no idea.
We’re completely covered in debris.
We can’t move as long as the shield’s up,
and we’ll get crushed if the shield drops.
And judging by this power guage, the shield’s
going to drop in less than half an hour anyway.

HENDRYK roots around, pulls out his communicator, and fiddles with it.

HENDRYK
My communicator can’t get through your jamming signals.
Can you call for rescue?

ZHI WEI 145590
Mine was smashed in one of the explosions.

HENDRYK
(Grimly)
Well unless you can think of something I can’t,
we have about half an hour left to live.

ZHI WEI 145590 sags, gazing at the flickering shield. Hesistantly, she turns her face down to HENDRYK.

ZHI WEI 145590
HENDRYK… this may sound strange to you.
But men are in short supply in the Feminist Republic,
and a soldier’s life is hard.
No one has kissed me… will you?

EXT. – SPACE – NIGHT

A massive battle is taking place in orbit. As the Bat ship watches silently from the distance, the Machine fleet has closed with the Papal Armada in a maelstrom of missiles, energy beams, and flaring shields. Ships are exploding left and right – most of them Papal ships.

INT. – PAPAL COMMAND SHIP BRIDGE – DAY

The same battle is on the forward viewscreen of HONORBLOWER’s command ship. She sits in full Papal regalia, staring at the battle with a concerned look. Several officers surround her.

ADMIRAL #1
The forward line is breaking, Your Holiness.
The soulless abominations fight unstoppably.
They will reach us in minutes.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
What of the AH.COM?

ADMIRAL #1
It continues to hide among the Soulless.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
I have no choice then.
Fire crosstime bombs into the center of the machine fleet.

ADMIRAL #2
But, your holiness, our own ships will be caught in…

POPE HONORBLOWER I
FIRE!

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY SHIFT

The crew stares at the forward viewscreen, which shows several missiles approaching.

LEO CAESIUS
I’ve sent a distress message to the shuttle!

The nearest missile explodes, and spacetime contorts around it.

GREY WOLF
Oh bollocks.

EXT. – SPACE – NIGHT

The battle scene again, for a moment. There is a flash of light, a ripple in space, and all the ships are simply gone.

INT. – PAPAL COMMAND SHIP BRIDGE – DAY

Honorblower stares at the forward viewscreen, now blank.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
Status?

ADMIRAL #1
The enemy fleet has been destroyed.
The Soulless have more ships remaining on the
planet’s surface, but their engines are still offline.
We have… we lost most of our fleet as well.
Everything but the Papal Escort itself, Your Holiness.
We have thirteen ships.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
(Musing quietly)
And once again, the AH.COM crew escape my grasp.
Marooned in a dozen timelines, perhaps, but unless
one of the flux lines hit them directly they’re alive.

ADMIRAL #2
Perhaps not, sir… we just processed a transmission
sent while the bomb was on its way. The AH.COM sent a
message to a shuttle in low orbit, warning a DOCTOR WHAT
that crosstime warheads were approaching.
The shuttle appears to be one of theirs.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
Then some of their crew are still here!
That blasted Hub lackey Captain.
Ready an assault shuttle and fill it with Swiss Guards!
I’m going to deal with them personally.

INT. – HOTEL KITCHEN – DAY

LUAKEL, FLOCCULENCIO, and KIT sit panting in one of the hotel’s kitchens, surrounded by a maze of stainless steel appliances. The place looks like it was hit by a small earthquake – some equipment is tipped over and the floor is covered with pots and cutlery.

KIT
My shield’s actually down to about one third power.

FLOCCULENCIO
Mine’s better, but my gun’s almost out of charge.
Next chance I get, I need to pick up one of theirs.

LUAKEL
At least we’re KICKING ASS!

KIT
No, we’re running like hell in the best AH.COM tradition.
Kicking ass would require that our asses not be facing toward them.
If not for the shields covering our asses we’d be…

FLOCCULENCIO
Don’t finish that sentence, old chap.
Thanks.

VOICE OF DOCTOR WHAT
CAPTAIN WHAT to KIT, are you guys there?

KIT
Here, Captain.
We’ve reached the lower floors, looks like we’ve lost our pursuers for the moment.

VOICE OF DOCTOR WHAT
Excellent.
Look, we’ve been scanning the area and there’s no
way we can safely land by the hotel.
Can you get to the giant cathedral across from it?
It has a nice strong roof with no enemies on it.

KIT
I guess we’ll have to.
There’s probably a sewer pipe we can take, but I
figure we’re at least twenty minutes away.
Try not to attract too much attention when you land.

VOICE OF DOCTOR WHAT
No problem.

FLOCCULENCIO
Yeah, right.

VOICE OF DOCTOR WHAT
Well, don’t want to keep the comm link open too long.
See you guys in church!

The communicator goes silent. As soon as it does, the three are surrounded by crashing and clanging noises, and a woman speaks over a loudspeaker.

LOUDSPEAKER VOICE
We have you surrounded!
Come out with your hands up,
or we’ll fill this room with poison gas!
We’ve traced your transmission and we know you’re in there!

LUAKEL
Do our shields stop gas?

FLOCCULENCIO
Do they stop air?
No!

KIT peeks up above an oven to look toward the other end of the kitchen. He sees many Zhi Wei soldiers, and several insectoid battle robots studded with guns.

KIT
I’m not sure where this rates in the list of
“excellent times to surrender”, but it’s definitely top twenty.

FLOCCULENCIO
More excellent than when an all-woman civilization
wants to capture you for breeding purposes?

KIT
Okay, maybe not quite so excellent, from some peoples’ perspective.
But I know I’m going out with my hands up.

INT. – AH.COM shuttle – DAY

The six crewmen on the shuttle look shocked, absorbing bad news.

GBW
I’ve confirmed it on sensors, there have been
massive crosstime detonations.
The ship is gone.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
They’re still alive!
Damn it, they’ve just have been
blasted into a random timeline.

GBW
But there’s no way for them to get back here
while the Alien Space Bats are disabling shift engines.
We’re on our own.

DOCTOR WHAT
We still have people in danger down there.

TORQUMADA
Won’t we just be putting ourselves in that same
danger, without the ship to go back to?

MICHAEL
Well I for one know I’d rather be down there,
meeting foxy Chinese femme fatales and blowing
them to bits, than up in orbit waiting
to be blown to bits from a thousand miles away.

DOCTOR WHAT
He’s got a point.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
MICHAEL, stop having points!
It’s getting eerie, mirror universe style.

DOCTOR WHAT
The surface has lots of places to hide.
We can grab our friends, and then run to one!

TORQUMADA
Well, at least the plan ends with run and hide.
I guess I’m on board with that.

GBW
(Shoving the shuttle controls back and forth)
Uh, guys, I think your argument is a bit moot, since
I’ve detected missiles coming at us from mainland China.
Our only chance is to head down as fast as
we can and lose them in the ground clutter.
HOLD ON!

INT. – RUBBLE – DARK

HENDRYK and ZHI WEI 145590 lie naked and tangled together in the flickering light of the shield. Irregular, brighter flashes of energy now mar the regular pattern of the shield.

HENDRYK
I cannot think of a better way to die.

ZHI WEI 145590
Oh, HENDRYK, until now I have never known
what it was to live. If only this could last forever.

HENDRYK stares at ZHI WEI 145590 in the semi-darkness. He stares up, and he stares down. Suddenly he grins.

HENDRYK
There may be a way out!
How many grenades do you have left?

ZHI WEI 145590
What?!
Four, I think.

HENDRYK
I think the shield has enough power to stop four grenades.
We’re sealed in on top, but there’s a crevass right below
us where I can push the grenades out through the shield.
We set them off, and maybe they blow us out of this wreckage!

HENDRYK moves to grab the grenades.

ZHI WEI 145590
Wait a minute!
I plan to get my clothes on first.

HENDRYK and ZHI WEI 145590 begin to grab for their clothes and pull them on, creating a confused tangle in the close quarters within the shield.

EXT. – TAIPEI – DAY

Pan across the Taipei skyline. Pillars of smoke rise from burning skyscrapers. The exhaust plumes of missiles and the flashes of explosions can be seen across the city. Hovering gunships occasionally rain fire down into the city, but it’s clear that they are no longer seeing much resistance.

The AH.COM shuttle enters the frame, trailing plasma and moving at a great speed. Follow it as it zooms downward, the city rushing toward it at great speed. Behind it multiple missiles are closing in. The shuttle ducks down between the buildings, flying over surprised Womens’ Liberation Army patrols. It makes a hard turn down another street, and several of the missiles following it smash into a building.

Other missiles slow down and begin to follow more cautiously as the shuttle approaches the center of town, and the tall buildings surrounding the mammoth Cathedral. The shuttle shoots across the square in front of the Cathedral with the missiles only seconds from impact. It heads straight for the Cathedral, slowing down but too late – and smashes through a giant stained glass window above the front entrance. The missiles explode against the front of the Cathedral, leaving black craters in the exterior which reveal that its stone is merely a facade over solid metal armor.

INT. – CATHEDRAL NAVE – DAY

The AH.COM shuttle has landed inside the nave of the Cathedral, a sea of benches among giant stone pillars. Fifty meters of benches are splintered wrecks after the shuttle’s crash landing.

At one end of the room are the great double doors of the main entryway, and at the other end is a huge altar. The cathedral has obviously been stripped of its statuary and religious icons.

The AH.COM crew is exiting the shuttle and picking their way around the wrecked benches.

MICHAEL
That was AWESOME!

DIAMOND
That was insane.
We were definitely not flying the friendly skies.

GBW
I still can’t raise any of our guys on the surface.

DOCTOR WHAT
Well, it’s not as if we’d be able to
fly much of anywhere if they showed up.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Who they hell are these guys that
keep shooting anything that movies?

MICHAEL
Chicks.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
I meant “guys” in a gender neutral way.

DIAMOND
Gender neutral?

TORQUMADA
Sort of like how I’m always calling you a guy.

DIAMOND
Watch it, just because I don’t have the mad science mojo to
make you a woman, doesn’t mean I can’t make you a soprano.

TORQUMADA
Anyway, they’re all clones, and there’s
got to be some evil genius behind this.
Think about it.
An army of identical looking soldiers who
just happen to all be really hot women,
conquering everything in sight, shooting first and often.

GBW
I don’t know about an evil genius, but I don’t know much else either.
All the transmissions I can pick up are in Chinese,
and without HENDRYK or LEO here we can’t understand a thing.

MICHAEL
Well, I think we should slip out the back way and launch a raid from their rear.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
What rear?
They’re all across the city!

DOCTOR WHAT
Guys, we’re not going to be raiding anyone.
We’re going to sit and wait in this nice, big, fortified building.
Hopefully our ground team will make it here.
But whether or not they do, we sit tight until the fighting dies down.
Then maybe we can negotiate with whoever comes out on top.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
As long as HONORBLOWER doesn’t come out on top.

MICHAEL
Oh come on, you guys already kicked her ass once before.
She was all “oooh, I have this huge fleet and you’re trapped on foot, surrender or die”.
Then you guys just let yourself be captured in order to get
on board her ship, escaped, stole the ship right from under
her nose, and then took your own ship back and escaped.

DOCTOR WHAT
Um… well, you see…

DIAMOND
Let me guess, the fish wasn’t really quite that long.

DOCTOR WHAT
Well, we didn’t exactly let ourselves be captured.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Who the hell was telling you that story, WEAPON M?
He missed the slightly important part where I created
a killer android version of Alyson Hannigan, who rescued us
from prison and personally kicked HONORBLOWER’s ass.

DOCTOR WHAT
There was also some small assistance from a
Hub weapon that took out her entire fleet.

DIAMOND
And we don’t exactly have either of those, do we?

DOCTOR WHAT
Anyway, it’s a moot point.
We just have to sit and wait.
Everyone, fan out and take up firing positions.
The most likely entry point is the door, so DIAMOND,
I want you to watch the square from the windows up there.
If anyone comes in we stay around the edge of the room firing inwards,
then retreat out the side doors and up to the next floor.

INT. – CATHEDRAL BALCONY – DAY

DIAMOND sits in an upper balcony of the Cathedral, looking through a small hole in a stained glass window. On the square outside, there are several WLA missile batteries with tanks circled around them.

The square is rocked by a series of explosions, and it becomes obvious that massive energy weapons fire is coming down from above. The square is soon littered with twisted wreckage, and several large Papal Armada assault landing shuttles touch down.

The instant they hit the ground, soldiers begin to pour out of them. They carry energy weapons and wear the bright red full body armor of the Swiss Guard, the Pope’s elite stormtroopers. The Swiss Guard squads begin sweeping the area, picking off the remaining WLA units nearby. A few of them are shot, but their armor is clearly very resistant to bullets. A large number of squads move toward the Cathedral.

DIAMOND turns and runs toward a staircase.

DIAMOND
We’ve got company!
It looks like the God Squad might have followed us!

INT. – CATHEDRAL NAVE – DAY

The Cathedral’s giant front doors are at least five stories high, and nearly as wide. They are covered with gold patterns, but in some areas the gold has been ripped off to reveal solid metal beneath. Focus on their enormous bulk for a couple of seconds, before they burst inward with the force and thunderclap of a great explosion. The doors slam back against the walls of the Cathedral, and the opening fills with billowing smoke.

The smoke clears to reveal POPE HONORBLOWER I standing in the middle of the open doorway. A barrage of BFG fire erupts from hidden corners, but splashes harmlessly from the bubble of a personal shield surrounding her. She simply stands there,
until the BFG fire dies down.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
(Speaking with an artificially amplified voice)
SURRENDER NOW AND YOU WILL NOT BE KILLED!
I HAVE ORDERS TO TAKE YOU ALIVE!
BUT IF YOU RESIST, YOU WILL FIND I CAN MAKE IT… PAINFUL.

Cut to PSYCHOMELTDOWN and GBW, crouching behind a pillar with their weapons drawn.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Orders?
Who gives orders to the Pope?

GBW
(Pointing to the sky
Her real masters are up there, I think.
And I don’t mean a man with a white beard.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO SURRENDER PEACEFULLY!

Cut to DOCTOR WHAT and TORQUMADA, lying behind the altar at the front of the Cathedral.

DOCTOR WHAT
Damn it… she’s got some kind of shield.
I don’t see what we can do about that.

TORQUMADA
Well, wait a second.
If they actually follow her order not to kill us,
fighting and losing is no worse than surrendering.
And nothing’s stopping us from blowing the
crap out of them in the process.

DOCTOR WHAT
Good thinking.
(Shouting)
NO DEAL!

HONORBLOWER takes her papal hat and throws it to the side, and her hair falls down out of it in a ponytail. She shrugs off her white robe, to reveal a skin-tight Papal battle suit emblazoned with a crusader’s cross. At her hips are a pair of blaster pistols, which she casually draws.

HONORBLOWER gestures with one of the pistols, and red-armored Swiss Guards begin pouring in through the door. The AH.COMers concentrate BFG fire on the door, and although the guards jump and duck out of the way, several don’t move fast enough and
are incinerated. They obviously don’t have shields like HONORBLOWER.

Several of the Guards take cover behind Cathedral benches, even as BFGs are reducing them to flaming wreckage, and fire automatic grenade launchers into the air. The grenades explode around the room with tremendous flashes and thumps.

DOCTOR WHAT and TORQUMADA run toward a side door to get out of the line of fire.

DOCTOR WHAT
STUN GRENADES!
FALL BACK!

INT. – CATHEDRAL HALLWAY – DAY

The battle rages in a huge hallway inside the Cathedral. The walls and ceiling are covered with religious frescoes, and sturdy doors dot the wall. The AH.COMers are near one end of the hallway, with the Swiss Guards coming through the entrance at the far end.

The AH.COMers duck out of doorways to unleash BFG fire, and duck back inside them when stun grenades are sent their way.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN is nowhere to be seen. MICHAEL lies unconscious in a doorway in the middle of the hall.

TORQUMADA
I think in military terms this would be called a SNAFU.
In real world terms, we’re like LANDSHARK when
IRON YUPPIE’s reached that time of the month.

DIAMOND
Hey, we’ve held them off here for a while now!
There are a lot of dead redcoats over there.
Based on the shuttles I saw landing,
I think we’ve taken out half her force.

DOCTOR WHAT
They still haven’t reached MICHAEL,
we may be able to get him back.
I’m not going to abandon my entire crew.

GBW
Nothing’s stopping some of the other half of those
guards from finding their way in behind us.
The rooms off this hallway don’t seem to lead anywhere.

A roaring sound comes from the other end of the hallway and a missile roars down it. The AH.COMers all throw themselves through their doorways into adjacent rooms, but the missile continues right on past them. It explodes at the other end of the hallway, and completely collapses the doorway.

TORQUMADA
I guess they won’t be coming in behind us now.

A figure runs through the door at the other end of the hallway and continues on toward them, but their BFG fire is deflected by a shield around it. It quickly becomes apparent that HONORBLOWER herself is running toward them.

DIAMOND
I guess she’s tired of us slaughtering her lackies.

DOCTOR WHAT
What are we going to do against that shield?

GBW
If it’s anything like the shields from our little arms
trade, it’s basically immune to ranged weapons.
Explosions and massive impacts will harden it into
a sort of solid bouncy ball. Basically you have to go
hand to hand… a fist is slow and weak enough to go through.

TORQUMADA
Reach in and touch someone.
Got it.

GBW
If we fight in the hall the guards will just stun us.

DOCTOR WHAT
Keep firing on them!
We need to pin them down until she’s almost on us,
then we run into the room behind me and take her on four to one.

DIAMOND
I wonder why she’s not carrying a stun grenade launcher…

TORQUMADA
She’s almost here, damn that bitch is fast!

DOCTOR WHAT
FALL BACK!

The four conscious crewmembers run into the room behind DOCTOR WHAT, which appears to be a showcase for the fine tapestries which hang near every wall and across the center of the room. They instinctively run and hide behind the tapestries.

Moments later, HONORBLOWER runs in and slows to a walk, scanning the room. She spots TORQUMADA’s feet under a tapestry near her, turns and sprints toward it, and executes a flawless flying kick. Her foot hits right where TORQUMADA’s head is, and he collapses onto the floor in a heap.

DOCTOR WHAT
NOW!

DOCTOR WHAT, DIAMOND, and GBW all rush HONORBLOWER. HONORBLOWER drops down and spins her foot, tripping DIAMOND, then lifts her other foot and brings it down on his head. GBW jumps on her, attempting to wrestle her to the ground, but she punches him with several lightning strikes across his torso that leave him writhing in pain. DOCTOR WHAT is simply knocked to the ground, and then quickly tied up with a thin stretchy cord.

HONORBLOWER moves to the other two, and finishes tying them up before the Swiss Guards start cautiously entering the room.

HONORBLOWER stands over DOCTOR WHAT, who is sitting tied up on the ground.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
At my mercy once again, DOCTOR WHAT.
The only prey ever to escape me… though you
had the help of your cursed Hub masters for that!
They are quite unable to help you now,
thanks to the power of my benefactors.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hub masters?
We don’t work for the Hub!

POPE HONORBLOWER I
Which is why you were flying a Hub courier
ship equipped with one of the Hub’s weapons.
And why your ass was saved by the direct
intervention of the fucking Administration.
A DREADNAUGHT!
Even I’d never seen one of those before.

DOCTOR WHAT
That was all a coincidence, we stole that ship at random.
Seriously, I swear. Fate just had it in for you that day.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
When you’re in my position, you dissembling fool,
you learn that “fate” isn’t coincidence.
If something looks like fate it’s a plan,
and it comes to pass because someone makes it happen.
Unfortunately, I can’t kill any of you
because that’s not in my benefactors’ plan.
Sometimes, fate is really quite annoying.

DOCTOR WHAT
How the hell are we part of the Alien Space Bats’ plan?

POPE HONORBLOWER I
Who knows? Their plans can last thousands of years, and
they tend not to make any sense whatsoever to mere humans.
Maybe they want to make sure that you all live long enough
to take up gardening and grow prize winning orchids.
(Pause)
It’s happened.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hey, HONORBLOWER, wait a minute!
The Ouroboros Treaty protects us!
How could you even attack them at all, if you’re one of them?

POPE HONORBLOWER I
I am not one of them.
I just work here.
But why am I the one answering all the questions?

HONORBLOWER grabs the bonds around DOCTOR WHAT’s chest and hoists him up into a standing position. Given her impressive height, this brings him about eye level with her oversized breasts.

DOCTOR WHAT
I just have one last question.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
Okay, one question.

DOCTOR WHAT
(Leaning in toward her chest)
Are those things real?

HONORBLOWER’s eyes narrow and her grip tightens.

DOCTOR WHAT
You said one question.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
Of course they’re real, you imprecise twit, you haven’t
been reduced to a hallucinating wreck yet.
And to answer the question you thought you were asking,
yes, my breasts are the same flesh and blood as the rest of me.
(Pause)
Now that we’ve satisfied your piercing intellect,
it’s time for you to start talking.
How did the Hub find out about this planet?

DOCTOR WHAT
Hehe.
It’s really quite simple, almost unbelievably so.

HONORBLOWER
HOW?!

DOCTOR WHAT
Look, I know I’ve got no way out here,
but I also know you can’t just kill me.
We can be friendly and maybe I’ll give you some
information, but I don’t cave in to threats.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
Okay, if you cooperate then I won’t torture you, starve you,
or force you to listen to boy bands every hour of every day.
How’s that for friendly?

DOCTOR WHAT
Marone, I’d hate to see your friends.
Anyway, no, I mean we should really be friendly.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
What do you want?

DOCTOR WHAT
I want to feel them.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
WHAT?!

DOCTOR WHAT
Do you want to know about the Hub’s spy or not?

POPE HONORBLOWER I
WHAT SPY?

DOCTOR WHAT
Oh, did I say spy?
I meant, I’m a poor multiverse traveler
who doesn’t know anything about the Hub.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
Damn it.
I’m not untying your hands!
This is just a trick.

DOCTOR WHAT
Not a trick, just a friendly request
from the man who knows what you need to know.
And I don’t need my hands.

DIAMOND
I cannot fucking believe this.

TORQUMADA
Shhh!

DOCTOR WHAT
It’s a ritual of trust in my timeline.
Just lift up that shirt and lean down here.
Then we can have a nice friendly talk
about what the Hub knows about you.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
Damn it.
What does it matter, anyway?
GUARDS!
Turn around.

HONORBLOWER pulls off her papal tunic to reveal a plain blue tank top straining to contain her ample bosom. She lifts up the tank top and underlying bra as TORQUMADA, DIAMOND, and GBW gape in amazement. Then she grabs DOCTOR WHAT by the back of the neck, and shoves his face between her breasts.

DOCTOR WHAT
Mmmmmmmmmm.
Mmm mmmmmmmmmmm….
slurp slurp…

POPE HONORBLOWER I
THAT’S ENOUGH!

She pushes him back and pulls her top back down.

DOCTOR WHAT
Ahhhh ummmmm…

POPE HONORBLOWER I
Guards!
We’re heading for the roof, ready the shuttle to meet us there.
(To the AH.COMers)
I’ll interrogate you while we’re on our way off this damn planet.

HONORBLOWER strides out, her face distinctly red.

TORQUMADA
What the hell?
That didn’t get us anything!
I thought you had some kind of plan.

DOCTOR WHAT
What can I say?
Make the best of a bad situation.

EXT. – CATHEDRAL ROOF – DAY

HONORBLOWER and her Swiss Guards have carried DOCTOR WHAT, GBW, TORQUMADA, PSYCHOMELTDOWN, DIAMOND, and MICHAEL to the Cathedral roof. There is no longer any evidence of battle in the background. Once again, the AH.COMers are sitting tied up on the ground.

HONORBLOWER is standing with her arms crossed in front of her, talking to DOCTOR WHAT.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
So Bishop Nguma is the spy, is he?

DOCTOR WHAT
One of them, yes.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
How unfortunate for you that Bishop Nguma was
killed by the rebels months ago, and I mentioned
him to see if you were lying. How… predictable.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hey, why do you need tricks, I thought you had
the empathic sense to tell truth from lies?

POPE HONORBLOWER I
For some reason, it doesn’t work on you.

HONORBLOWER turns to one of her Swiss Guards.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
Where is that shuttle?

SWISS GUARD
It’ll be here in two minutes.
There was unexpected WLA anti-aircraft
fire and it had to circle around.

POPE HONORBLOWER I
Well then, it seems we have a little time.
CAPTAIN WHAT, it occurs to me that we
have never been properly introduced.
My name is LARA.
What’s yours?

DOCTOR WHAT
BRUNO.

LARA HONORBLOWER
Excellent, BRUNO.
I like to be on a first name basis with
someone before I make them my bitch.

LARA HONORBLOWER grabs a circle of cord, which was tucked into her belt along with her twin pistols, and it unwinds into a whip. With the push of a button on the handle, it’s surrounded by a crackling energy field.

HONORBLOWER flicks DOCTOR WHAT gently with the whip, and he screams in agony.

EXT. – CATHEDRAL ROOF – DAY

A couple of minutes have passed. DOCTOR WHAT lies on the ground twitching and quivering, and HONORBLOWER is moving toward DIAMOND with her whip.

A Swiss Guard shuttle flies through the air toward them, and slows to a hover beside the roof. As soon as it is nearly motionless, it is hit by volleys of plasma rifle fire coming from several directions at once. One of the engines explodes in a cloud of black smoke, and the shuttle begins to fall below the level of the roof.

A few seconds later, a tremendous sonic boom erupts from very close overhead as an aircraft flies directly above the cathedral, very low. A dozen black pods drop through the air behind it, and slow to land on the roof on pillars of rocket fire.

Hatches pop open on the pods and a dozen figures step out – HENDRYK, KIT, FLOCCULENCIO, LUAKEL, ZHI WEI 145590, and eight other Zhi Wei soldiers. They are carrying plasma cannons and are surrounded by the faint flicker of personal shields.

They quickly blast the Swiss Guards into charred pieces, with their shields absorbing the return fire. HONORBLOWER’s shields, however, prove immune to their fire.

HONORBLOWER draws one of her pistols and points it at DOCTOR WHAT.

LARA HONORBLOWER
Move and they die!

GBW
She’s under orders not to kill us!
Kick her ass!

LARA HONORBLOWER
Nothing says I can’t maim you.

DIAMOND
Worse things have happened to us.

HENDRYK
(To his squad)
Okay everyone, she’s got a shield too. It’s hand to hand!
Surround her, and pull her down with weight of numbers.

ZHI WEI 145590
ATTACK!

The squad runs toward HONORBLOWER, with the fleet-footed Zhi Wei soldiers outdistancing the AH.COMers. The clones start to circle around her cautiously, then KIT, FLOCCULENCIO, and LUAKEL charge right past them into HONORBLOWER. HENDRYK runs over to the tied-up crew with a knife and a bag full of gear.

HONORBLOWER executes an improbable spinning jump kick, and knocks KIT and FLOCCULENCIO flat. LUAKEL graps for her legs but she punches him in the gut and he goes down as well.

With HONORBLOWER distracted, four of the soldiers move on her simultaneously. In a spinning fury of blows, she fights them off, only to have the other four jump her. In a series of ridiculous martial arts moves, HONORBLOWER is battered over and over but still manages to knock down several of her assailants while suffering only tantalizing rips to her tank top.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Damn, that bitch is Jackie Chan’s big sister.

GBW
Purely from the standpoint of physics, I wonder how
she can pull off those moves while being so, er, front-heavy.

ZHI WEI 145590
You cannot win against all of us!
Surrender and save yourself the pain.

LARA HONORBLOWER
I wish I could say that I have not yet
begun to fight, but obviously I have.
They, however, have not yet begun to fight.

Everyone looks around, but no “they” are apparent.

Within seconds, though, a wispy crackle of energy comes down from the sky and causes the air to shimmer and distort with its passage.

A light shower of small Hello Kitty dolls rains down from the sky, bouncing around on the Cathedral roof.

Everyone stares at the scatter of dolls, until a brilliant flash of light nearly blinds them. They blink and see that five teenaged Japanese schoolgirls have appeared before them. That they are schoolgirls is evident from the traditional uniforms, although they’re much more buxom and big-haired than the Japanese norm.

LARA HONORBLOWER
Well there you are.
How about taking care of these nasty gaijin for me?

The centermost schoolgirl shouts in a high-pitched voice. She speaks in Japanese, but giant white subtitles float in the air in front of her.

LEAD SCHOOLGIRL
We ask that you surrender yourselves before us,
for the avoidance of conflict!

MICHAEL
You what?
Just because you’re cute doesn’t mean I won’t fry you!

MICHAEL has been untied by HENDRYK and now has a plasma cannon and a personal shield. He fires it wildly at the schoolgirls, who dive out of the way.

LEAD SCHOOLGIRL
Sisters, release yourselves!

One by one, the schoolgirls shoot up into the air and are surrounded by halos of energy. Sparkling light swirls around them and their clothing changes into new forms. They wear very skimpy, militaristic green uniforms/schoolgirl outfits, high heeled combat boots, and rising sun headbands wrapped around their heads. One by one they shout their names as their transformations complete.

MAGICAL GIRL APHRODITE
Magical Girl Aphrodite!

MAGICAL GIRL HERMES
Magical Girl Hermes!

MAGICAL GIRL ARES
Magical Girl Ares!

MAGICAL GIRL ZEUS
Magical Girl Zeus!

MAGICAL GIRL SELENE
Magical Girl Selene!
(Pause)
Imperial Japanese Magical Girl Army, attack!

ZHI WEI 145590
Look, Japanese girls in patriarchal fantasy outfits.
The threat is dire indeed.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Damn it, have you never watched anime?!
RUN!

LUAKEL
Am I in heaven?

MICHAEL
I can totally see up their dresses…

DIAMOND
I am not ashamed to say this, but DAMN they’re hot!

The Magical Girls all take deep breaths, and shout in unison.

MAGICAL GIRLS
GLORIOUS DIVINE WIND ASSAULT!

A tremendous blast of air blows forth from the Magical Girls, blowing the AH.COMers and the Zhi Wei clones straight off the roof.
Their shields flash on into solid bubbles as they fall, and bounce in all directions after they hit the ground dozens of floors below.

When the shield bubbles become transparent once again, they painfully pick themselves up off the ground, quite widely dispersed.

The Magical Girls step off the edge of the Cathedral and float down. At first they move slowly, but after they have to block plasma and BFG fire with a glowing energy defense they scatter a bit and fly more quickly.

FADE TO BLACK

INT. – HOTEL BATHROOM – DAY

WEAPON M and MATT are still in the hotel bathroom. WEAPON M is sitting and regaling MATT with a story, and MATT is studying the shards of a broken bathroom mirror. MATT picks up a large shard, sits down, and studies it carefully. We see that he has makeshift toilet paper earplugs.

WEAPON M
… and so that’s why, if I had to sum up my sexual philosophy,
I’d probably call it “The Three-Way Third Way”.
Hey, what are you doing with that shard?
(Pause)
Oh.
In case the enemy comes in and
gets us poor unarmed SOBs.

MATT
(Staring, annoyed, at WEAPON M)
No.
In case they don’t.

EXT. – HIGHRISE ROOF – DAY

DOCTOR WHAT, HENDRYK, and ZHI WEI 145590 sit on a roof watching a battle in the city below. The hotel has been completely leveled into a pile of rubble, and great gaping holes are blasted in the Cathedral. The square between them is surrounded by tanks, robots, and clone soldiers. The square itself is a wasteland littered with corpses and wrecked machinery. Part of it appears to be under artillery bombardment.

Through it all, two Magical Girls run through the wreckage flinging energy balls at their enemies. They are chased by several AH.COM crew and clones equipped with shields.

ZHI WEI 145590
I’ve just got confirmation, we have a third kill.

DOCTOR WHAT
And they were so cute, too.

DOCTOR WHAT’s communicator chirps, and he picks it up.

VOICE OF DIAMOND
Doc, we’re really hurting down here.
The last two magical bitches keep closing in on us
and attacking hand to hand. If my ass gets kicked that
hard one more time someone’s going to get a field goal.

DOCTOR WHAT
How much shield do you have left?
And what about everyone else?

DIAMOND
We’re hurting a bit, I know I’m down to maybe 25%.

DOCTOR WHAT
Then sit tight!
We have reinforcements coming in.

DOCTOR WHAT shuts off his communicator.

HENDRYK
Why didn’t you tell him what’s coming in?

DOCTOR WHAT
No sense panicking anyone,
their shields will deal with it.

ZHI WEI 145590
Bombs away!

Several WLA bombers fly past the square, very low, and bombs rain down. The square is rocked by an absolutely tremendous series of explosions that cover virtually all of it.

Loud voices come from HENDRYK’s communicator.

VOICE OF PSYCHOMELTDOWN
YOU SON OF A BITCH!
I just got flung at least a block!
I think my leg might be broken!

GBW
While I’m fine down here, and I don’t see the enemy,
I request that you not try that again. Mainly because
I’m sane enough to like living, despite being crazy
enough to do it with you folks. One of those bombs
hit me square on and my shield’s down now.

VOICE OF MICHAEL
Damn it, I can’t see those little snots!
If I can’t see them I can’t shoot them!
But damn, was that an awesome bombing, can we do it again?

ZHI WEI 145590
I have one confirmed kill, one probable kill.
Magical Girl Selene is down.

DOCTOR WHAT
Now we just have to track down LARA HONORBLOWER.

VOICE OF LARA HONORBLOWER
I’m right here.

The three spin around to face HONORBLOWER who is standing directly behind them, pointing a large gun.

DOCTOR WHAT
This building was secured!

LARA HONORBLOWER
You think a little thing like a hundred soldiers
will keep me from getting up through a building?
Taking down enemies level by level is my thing.
But I know that somehow, dumb luck will protect
you even though I can kick all three of your asses
without my feet touching the ground in between.
So, I’ll leave that to other hands.

Once again, a flickering column of energy descends from space. A breeze blows a stack of papers from an indeterminate location, and they fly through the air and settle everywhere. They appear to be posters advertising the Church of His Noodly Appendage. Pull back to reveal that the papers have landed on the ground in a pattern resembling the Apple computer logo.

The form of a man drops from above screen and lands in a kneeling position. He is clad in black, with a black cape. He stands up, slowly, to reveal a very tall and muscular form, and a ridiculously square-jawed face that looks as if it might have been carved
from solid rock. He has flaxen blonde hair with slight black roots.

On his broad chest is a large symbol – a stylized S, in the form of a silver lightning bolt.

LARA HONORBLOWER
Pathetic fools, meet Ubermensche.
Ubermensche, meet pathetic fools.

UBERMENSCHE
If you like you can call me… Overman.

Overman leaps forward and then becomes a blur across the screen. In a second he has returned to his original position, holding the crushed weapons and shield generators of the shocked AH.COMers, and they are incapacitated by metal bars that are now wrapped around them.

DOCTOR WHAT
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

At a super-speed flash, Overman darts away and returns with a pair of tied-up AH.COMers in his hands, then another, and again until they’re all sitting in a steel-shackled group.

TORQUMADA
Nazi Superman, huh?

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Yep.

FLOCCULENCIO
Superpowered Japanese schoolgirls was one thing,
but this is just… not cricket.

LARA HONORBLOWER
I did say that you were no match for the power of
my benefactors. I got tired of playing around.

LUAKEL
We always win in the end!

LARA HONORBLOWER
Kid, shut up before I hurt you.

LUAKEL
I’m not afraid of you!

HONORBLOWER walks over to LUAKEL, grabs him by the neck, hoists him into midair with one hand, and then headbuts him. She drops his unconscious form to the ground.

DIAMOND
(Whispers)
I never thought I’d say this, but damn,
I wish STRAHA was here.

LARA HONORBLOWER
You won’t win.
The Alien Space Bats are masters of improbability.
Even if I had only a one in a billion chance of winning, I still would.

TORQUMADA
If you’re feeling like bragging,
why don’t you tell us your entire plan?

KIT
Yes, that’s a great idea!

LARA HONORBLOWER
My plan is to sit here with my superhuman sidekick
and watch over you till my space fleet is victorious.
Then I throw you in force-shield prisons and go about my business.

TORQUMADA
Oh.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hey OVERMAN, why are you helping this Papist…
hell, this Pope anyway?

OVERMAN
I owe her masters for introducing me to Earth in the first place.
Without them I would never have known the glory of the Reich.

LARA HONORBLOWER
Everyone shut up.
I need to kill some time in peace.

FLOCCULENCIO
Well, I never!

LARA HONORBLOWER
OVERMAN, shut them up!

OVERMAN walks menacingly toward FLOCCULENCIO… and disappears in mid-stride.

LARA HONORBLOWER
What… the… FUCK!
Oh NO!

A figure pops into existence near HONORBLOWER, and folds its arms. It’s IAN, the bartender of the Hub.

LARA HONORBLOWER
How did you get here!?

IAN
It doesn’t matter.
Did you really think you could get away with
“breaking” the Ouroboros treaty?
You’re an agent of the ASBs!

LARA HONORBLOWER
The treaty doesn’t say anything about “agents”,
only direct action and assistance! I didn’t use
any of their help in becoming the legitimate ruler of this planet!

IAN
The treaty is subject to interpretation.
And while your masters may be virtuosos
at trickery and hiding, we brought the biggest guns.
Care to guess whose interpretation is going to win out?

LARA HONORBLOWER
If you could have killed me outright
you would have… you’re stalling!

HONORBLOWER slaps a small box on her belt, and abruptly vanishes.

IAN
Not stalling for long, fortunately.
I think it’s time for you folks to get back to your ship.

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY SHIFT

The nine AH.COMers from the planet materialize on the AH.COM bridge, which holds most of the rest of the crew as well.

IAN is leaning unobtrusively against the wall.

OTHNIEL
Welcome back, everyone!

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
How the hell are you guys on the ship alive?
We saw you take a direct hit from a crosstime bomb!

LEO CAESIUS
It’s a long story…

IRON YUPPIE
We got flung into another timeline, repaired the shift engine,
and went to the Hub. They noticed what we’d been hit with,
and IAN decided that the Alien Space Bats required a quick
but thorough ass kicking.

LEO CAESIUS
Those are the… um, basics of it.

STRAHA
(Points to the viewscreen)
And now we’ve got front row seats to ARMAGEDDON!

The crew turns to the forward viewscreen. In the distance, two titanic ships are locked in battle.

The giant, pitch-black ASB ship is under attack by a Hub Dreadnaught – a mirrorlike form reflecting the brilliant flashes of energy that blast between the two ships. They don’t bother to move, simply exchanging titanic energies.

The ASB improbability effects aren’t in direct evidence, but most of the energy doesn’t reach the surface of either ship.

GBW
(Staring at a sensor readout)
Damn.
You folks sure know how to bring multiverse
distorting superweapons to a gunfight.
The Dreadnaught’s plausibility cannon is
canceling out the ASB’s improbability field.

LANDSHARK
Quite the light show.
You could make a killing on pay per view alone.

The boiling energy between the two giant ships shifts decisively toward the Alien Space Bat ship, and washes over it.

There is no immediate effect, but after a couple of seconds a brilliant flash appears at the front of the Dreadnaught and a large chunk of the ASB ship simply disappears. A perfect hemisphere has vanished as if scooped out of the hull, and shadowy interior edges are visible for a moment until brilliant blooms of plasma start to leak out.

More rapid-fire flashes appear from the Dreadnaught, and soon the ASB ship has been utterly erased from existence.

IRON YUPPIE
Where can I get me one of those…

END ACT II

TAG

IAN
I don’t know how the hell you folks keep getting messed up
in this stuff, but if you ever encounter the Alien Space Bats
in the future, run. If you’re in an Ouroboros-protected
timeline run and get help from the Hub, but otherwise just run
period. Nothing short of the Hub Administration can even
hurt them. And now, I take my leave.
The Dreadnaught will reverse the effect of the ASBs’
Sea of Time weapon, and return this timeline to its proper state.

HENDRYK
Hey, wait a sec!
I met a woman here, by the name of ZHI WEI 145590!
You didn’t teleport her up here, but I’d really like to see her!

IAN
I’m sorry… everyone is being returned to their original timelines.

IAN vanishes.

HENDRYK
Nooooo!

LEO CAESIUS
Confirmed, Captain.
The planet is being returned to its original state, more or less.
The pieces brought in from other timelines are disappearing.

DOCTOR WHAT
You know something… we saved this planet!

KIT
I remember a lot of running and hiding and being pummeled.
Did I blink during the saving?

DOCTOR WHAT
Well if the ship hadn’t been hit by a crosstime bomb it
wouldn’t have been able to escape this timeline and warn the Hub!
That Dreadnaught is out there because of us.

LEO CAESIUS
That seems like something of a technicality, Captain…

FLOCCULENCIO
I say, who really cares?
I think it’s time for a celebration!

Most of the crew loudly affirms that it is, indeed, time for a celebration (hopefully including lots of porn, booze, and general debauchery).

Only Hendryk is obviously dejected.

HENDRYK
LEO, can you scan the surface right where we were transported up from?
See if you can spot Chinese female soldiers outside.

LEO CAESIUS
Sorry HENDRYK, they’re gone.
I was tracking the Womens’ Liberation Army transmissions, and they
all vanished when their China was returned to its original timeline.

HENDRYK
(Dejected)
No…. no.
Damn.
Zhi Wei, our time together was so short…

TORQUMADA
Cheer up HENDRYK, there are an infinite number of Chinese women in the multiverse.
But before you ask, no, I don’t have time to clone you one right now.

HENDRYK
I wanted her.

LANDSHARK
Oh bloody hell, go grab some cheese to go with your whine.

STRAHA
Then you’ll really be a cheese-eating surrender monk…

DIAMOND interrupts by grabbing STRAHA’s shoulder, spinning him around, and head-butting him in the face. STRAHA collapses.

LANDSHARK
Good show.

IRON YUPPIE
Say… aren’t we missing some people?
Where are MATT and WEAPON M?

FADE TO BLACK

ROLL END CREDITS

TITLECARD-SHOWSOVER

TEASER


INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY BRIDGE – DAY SHIFT

DOCTOR WHAT stands on the bridge of the starship GATEWAY. He and his crew stare at a holographic viewscreen at the front of the bridge, showing an old man sporting a grey uniform and a white handlebar moustache. ADMIRAL WHITEY delivers an ultimatum with an understated sneer.

ADMIRAL WHITEY
This is Admiral Whitey of the battleship Pride of Atlanta.
Ah represent the Interplanetary Domination of the Confederate States of America.
Y’all may have heard of us as the Domination of Dixie.
(Several crew members snicker. STRAHA mouths “Whitey” in amazement)
Ah am well aware that y’all are a courier ship carrying news of the rebel attack on the Hub.
Ah am well aware that y’all are taking the news to the Hub Administration.
We would quite like to know where that is.
If y’all all would be so kind as to surrender your vessel voluntarily,
ah will personally ensure that y’all will be enslaved in the most courteous manner.
Otherwise, we will have to torture you to death.
You have five minutes to respond.

DOCTOR WHAT makes a cutting motion with his hand, and the viewscreen disappears.

DOCTOR WHAT
Okay.
GATEWAY, I think it’s official that this guy constitutes a hostile force.
Your programming should let you take action to defend yourself.

GATEWAY
Engines engaged.
However, our tactical options are limited.
I am detecting more Dixie ships shifting in at longer range.
They have us surrounded. Shifting is useless, the damage you
waterbags have done to my systems makes it too easy to follow us.
Our only option is to try to take cover among the moons of Jupiter.
Then we wait for the reactivation of the Hub network.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Allow me to register my vote for the “run and hide” strategy.

MATT
Hey, GATEWAY.
What kind of weapons does this thing have?

GATEWAY
The ship is heavily armed, but unfortunately the weapons are useless.

MATT
Unlock the controls!

GATEWAY
It’s not the controls that are the problem.
For security reasons, the ship doesn’t have a targeting computer.
Only a Gunnery Daemon can activate and aim the weapons. Problem is,
we don’t seem to have any Daemons on board.
Funny thing, that.

MICHAEL
No problem.
I’ll hack it!
I hacked the shuttle!

DOCTOR WHAT shoots MICHAEL a dirty look.

GATEWAY
There’s nothing to hack, unless you’re going to pull a targeting
computer out of one of your barely distinguishable orifices.

DOCTOR WHAT
PSYCHOMELTDOWN, you’re the only engineer we’ve got.
Can you come up with anything?

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Well… maybe I could build a targeting computer.
But, uh, we usually stea… borrow our parts.
It would be really complicated to build one from scratch.
(To GATEWAY)
Hey, what kind of manufacturing tools does this ship have?

GATEWAY
I am equipped with a full molecular synthesis and replication facility.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Holy shit!
You can make anything?!

GATEWAY
Anything I have the schematics for.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Do you have the schematics for a Gunnery Daemon?

GATEWAY
No.
I can replicate spare body parts for Daemons.
However, for security reasons, I don’t have copies
of the core AI program that actually runs it.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
SHIT!

GBW
Wait a minute.
What if we replicated parts for a Gunnery Daemon,
and then used an AI of our own to run it?

STRAHA
Yeah, I’m sure you’ve got mad skillz GBW, but you couldn’t
write an AI to save your life. Even if you were going to
be killed, like, some time late next year.

MATT elbows STRAHA to shut him up. He uses excessive force.

GBW
We don’t have to write an AI program.
Psycho already has one, don’t you?

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
What?
No I don’t.

GBW
I mean the one on that memory card
you always keep stuffed inside your underwear.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
I don’t have any…

GREY WOLF
Everybody knows about it.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
(Looking embarassed)
Fine then.
I’ll go get on it.

DOCTOR WHAT
GBW, have I ever told you you’re a genius?

GBW
Um, no, definitely not.

INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY REPLICATOR ROOM – DAY SHIFT

PSYCHOMELTDOWN sits at a terminal displaying the schematics of a robot labelled “Gunnery Daemon”.
He is paging through options and muttering to himself.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Hey… these parts are modular!
I could put the Gunnery Daemon CPU into any body…

PSYCHOMELTDOWN pages through different robot body options on the terminal.
He stops when he hits one labelled “android”, showing a Terminator-style robotic skeleton.
He clicks an option labelled “appearance selection”.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Now we’re getting somewhere…

FADE TO BLACK

INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY REPLICATOR ROOM – DAY SHIFT

PSYCHOMELTDOWN reaches into his pants and roots around for a while. His hand emerges holding a small memory card, which he inserts into a slot in the terminal. He presses a button, and the display reads “AI memory loaded”.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Oh yes… I’ve waited so long for a CPU powerful enough
to run you, a body to do you justice…

VOICE OF DOCTOR WHAT
DOCTOR WHAT to PSYCHOMELTDOWN.
How’s it going down there?
We’ve hidden behind Jupiter but we’ve got
only twenty minutes until we’re intercepted.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
No problem doc, no problem.
I just need another five minutes.
No, another ten minutes.
(Closes comm link)
Here goes nothing…

PSYCHOMELTDOWN activates the android. A slim, red-headed woman turns to him and smiles.

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
Hi!
Oh my… I can’t believe my new owner
is such an unbearably sexy man.

The android licks her lips. PSYCHOMELTDOWN’s face degenerates into a lecherous grin… and then a grimace, as he groans and his body jerks.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Damn.
I hate it when that happens.
(Activates his communicator)
PSYCHOMELTDOWN to DOCTOR WHAT.
The Daemon is, uh, ready early.
I’ll bringing it up now.

FADE TO OPENING CREDITS

An Alternatehistory.com Presentation:

AH.COM: The Series


“SHOW’S OVER”

Written By : AN ALAN SMITHEE FILM


ACT I


INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY BRIDGE – DAY SHIFT

The crew turns to look as PSYCHOMELTDOWN enters the room, followed by the ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID dressed in a very sketchy bodysuit. Everyone groans in unison.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Oh, shove it.
She’s a fully functional gunnery daemon.
Why don’t you take your station at weapons control, hot stuff?

MICHAEL
Dude, you replicated the wrong cyberbabe.
She is so not hot.

GBW
Then why are you still staring at her ass…ets?

MICHAEL
I’m thinking of cyberbabes that could have been!

The android takes a seat at a console near the center of the bridge, and plugs into it using a jack at the back of her neck.

GATEWAY
Weapons are online.
You guys are going to have to help with this one.
Your Daemon’s AI doesn’t seem to have military programming, so while
she can fire the weapons, you’re going to have to pick the targets.
I suggest you figure out how to use the weapons before the enemy catches up.

MATT
I’m on it!

MATT rushes over to one of the crew stations and then pauses to look lovingly over the controls.

MATT
Oh wow.
This thing is armed to the teeth.
And they’re big nasty Tyrannosaur teeth.
There are so many weapons, there’s no way I can control them all myself.

DOCTOR WHAT
GBW, MICHAEL, take those two secondary weapons stations.
PSYCHOMELTDOWN, monitor the engineering and shield status.
STRAHA, monitor the shift engine status.
GREY WOLF, cover sensors.
Since we don’t have a pilot, I’ll
have to take the helm myself.

GATEWAY
That won’t be necessary.
I’m a far more capable pilot than any human.
Just let me know where you want to go.

MICHAEL
(Looking at his weapons controls with a gleam in his eye)
Kick ass.

DOCTOR WHAT
I have a bad feeling about this.

GATEWAY
I’ll take the liberty of switching the bridge to battle mode.

The crew gasps as the floor, and indeed the walls and ceiling, disappear around them. Their crew stations float in the midst of a holographic representation of space, as if they could see through the ship. Glowing lines and symbols indicate the position and status of enemy vessels, asteroids, and moons. Jupiter looms, gargantuan, to one side.

Everyone except MATT ducks reflexively as a large explosion blossoms near the port side of the ship.

MATT
Scratch one asteroid.
Two… three… I think I’m getting the hang of these things.
Okay, Mr. Asteroid Number Four, your turn now.
We’re going to see what this thing does, the, uh…
“Plausibility Cannon”.
(Pushes the fire button)
What?
Nothing happened.

MATT pushes the fire button again and again in frustration, as yellow lights start to blink on the console.

MATT
Hey Psycho, this isn’t working.
Is there something wrong with the power?

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Looks fine over here.
Keep firing!

GATEWAY
No, stop firing so fast!
You’ll overload the…

MATT
What do you mean stop firing?
Damn thing isn’t shooting at all!
(Continues hammering the button)

GATEWAY
Stop hitting that button or you’ll overload the…

The lights on MATT’s console go red, and large red letters indicate “Plausibility Cannon Offline”.

GATEWAY
You’ve overloaded the focusing coils and the control circuits.
Now even if I could turn the cannon on, it would have a
range of about two feet!

MATT
It wasn’t doing anything!

GATEWAY
(Groans)
It was working perfectly.
That just happened to be a very likely asteroid.
(Pauses for a response and gets only blank stares, then sighs)
The Plausibility Cannon is a weapon against anything coming from a
ridiculously unlikely timeline. It causes objects to revert back to what
they would have been had history unfolded in a more likely manner.
Since the asteroid was not from an unlikely timeline,
the cannon did nothing to it.
To use the vernacular: you, sir, wear your ass for a hat.
(In an even snappier tone)
Gunnery Daemon, why didn’t you disengage the power to
prevent the coils from overloading?

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
My owner gave the order to continue firing,
and I am programmed to obey his every whim.

DOCTOR WHAT
Now I know why I had a bad feeling about this.
Psycho!
Don’t say *anything* which could possibly be construed
as an order. Otherwise we’ll just have to gag you.
And not in a kinky way.

GREY WOLF
Sir, the first Domination ships are coming around the planet.
Three battleships, one of them looks like some kind of heavy flagship.
They’ll intercept in ten minutes.

DOCTOR WHAT
GATEWAY, continue with the plan.
We get behind Io’s radiation field, then swing
around and hit them from close range.

FADE TO BLACK

EXT. – SPACE

Three giant, gun-studded battleships appear to be motionless against the vast backdrop of space.
Plumes of energy blast from their engines into the void, and flickers of light surround them as small particles impact their shields.

Pan to reveal Io, Jupiter’s broiling volcanic moon. Superheated particles stream from glowing volcanic blooms on its surface, and it is these that pepper the battleships’ shields. It is now apparent that the ships are moving at tremendous speed, as the moon edges noticeably closer. Suddenly a light appears from below the moon’s horizon. Zoom in to reveal the GATEWAY, its sleek black hull reflecting Io’s glow. Beams of energy lance from hidden gun pods, and missiles begin to accelerate away from it on their own pillars of light.

Cut to the Domination flagship. Its shields flash with blinding light as the beams impact, and an explosion rocks the hull. Air vents into space as some of its gun turrets swivel to return fire.

INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY BRIDGE – DAY SHIFT

DOCTOR WHAT and PSYCHOMELTDOWN face forward, as the rest of the crew concentrate on their stations. The vast glowing bulk of Io looms beneath them, and in front of them is a zoomed-in view of the Domination ships.

GREY WOLF
Sensors indicate that our first volley had a devastating effect.
We pierced their shields and destroyed part of their forward hull.
Our shields are holding up against return fire so far.

MATT
I LOVE THESE GUNS!

STRAHA
ARMAGEDDON!

GATEWAY
I’ve analyzed their weapons and shields.
They are highly advanced.
I don’t know how their timeline got so far ahead of others like it.
We can still defeat the three ships that we are engaged with now.
However, there are already ten more vessels moving to intercept.
We will simply run out of missiles, then they can bombard us from long range.

DOCTOR WHAT
Let’s start at the top, then…

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
GET WHITEY!

DOCTOR WHAT
DAMN IT, that was my line!
Anyway, yeah, go for the flagship.

EXT. – SPACE

A scorched Domination battleship is visible in the distance, firing projectiles and lances of energy toward the camera. A trio of missiles streak in from behind the POV. The antimissile fire hits their shields ineffectively. They zoom toward the ship, and the screen is filled with white glare as they impact. When the light fades, charred lumps of metal hurtle through empty space.

FADE TO BLACK

INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY BRIDGE – DAY SHIFT

The GATEWAY’s bridge is a chaos of alarms and red lights. GATEWAY is now surrounded by Dixie warships, most of them keeping their distance and attacking with missiles. The crew’s fingers dance across their consoles as beams of light streak out to hit several ships around them. An explosion rocks one ship, and its engines sputter and die.

MATT
Seven down, six to go!

GREY WOLF
Um, make that fourteen to go.
Eight more ships just jumped in.
There’s a new flagship, sir, “I.D.S. Authorial Fiat”.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Shields down to thirty percent.
Captain, too many of their shots are getting through.
I’m losing parts of the port power grid, and
weapons are down to seventy percent.

STRAHA
Shift engine status is “still broken”.

DOCTOR WHAT
Keep firing, boys.
Concentrate on the nearest ship.

GATEWAY
There is an incoming transmission.
We are being hailed by an…
Admiral Dominarch Lady Sir Honorblower, Empress of India.

DOCTOR WHAT
I’ll take, um… whassername on the console.
Everyone, keep doing that thing you do.

A woman’s face appears on the console – confident, stern, and beautiful. Other noteworthy features are an eyepatch over one eye and unnaturally large breasts.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
Captain What, we have you completely surrounded.
You fought well for a member of the subhuman gutter races.
But then again, a barrel of monkeys could fight well
in a Hub attack ship. It doesn’t matter now, though.
I’ve never been defeated in battle, and
you’re in no condition to break my record.
However, I’ll offer you a last chance.
Surrender now, and you and your crew will be spared.
You can be enslaved in cushy middle management positions.
Resist and we will board your ship and
shoot anything that moves.
And given how many comrades my men have lost,
probably a lot that doesn’t move.

DOCTOR WHAT
Go screw yourself.
And send me the video!

DOCTOR WHAT punches a button and the console goes blank. He surveys the tactical situation – namely, the many large ships looming around the Gateway and pounding it with fire – and sighs. Consoles around the bridge are aglow with blinking red lights. A particularly large volley hits, and the number of red lights doubles.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Shields are down!
They’re picking off our engines and weapons systems!

DOCTOR WHAT
Everyone grab spacesuits and guns…
time to repel boarders.
The plan is to fall back into the main computer
core, then double back in the outer corridors and
get on the outside of the hull.
We’re going to spacewalk over to their
ship while they’re invading this one.

MICHAEL
And?

DOCTOR WHAT
And, uh, grab a shuttle or something.
Figures that this ship has everything but shuttles…

GATEWAY
I wasn’t designed to traipse around the universe
collecting porn, booze, and social diseases.
Now shut up and get your helmets on, we might start losing air.

FADE TO BLACK

INT. – HIGH-TECH FACTORY – NIGHT

LANDSHARK, IRON YUPPIE, TORQUMADA, and OTHNIEL are engaged in a massive firefight against dozens of Black Empire soldiers. They are inside a cavernous, high tech factory of some sort complete with conveyer belt assembly lines, hovering platforms, and powered-down industrial robots. The factory is fairly dimly lit, and the light in many parts is harsh red or blue. The AH.COMers have taken cover on a large open control platform, hiding behind panels of instruments. Nearby are JEFFERSON and three commandos. WAFFLES flies fearlessly through a barrage of enemy fire, seemingly scouting out the positions of everyone in the factory.

The Black Empire soldiers are coming out of doors on the opposite side of the factory, attempting to advance across the relatively open center. Many of them are picked off by fire from the AH.COM side, their chests scorched by energy weapons, but they keep coming and unleashing constant return fire.

IRON YUPPIE
This position is going to get us killed!
We’re not near any exits and they keep getting closer!

OTHNIEL
What about down there on the factory floor?
There are lots of places to hide and
we could go in any direction.

JEFFERSON
No, we need to stay up here!
OTHNIEL, remember what direction your portal detector pointed!

OTHNIEL
Toward the main door behind all those Black Empire soldiers…

LANDSHARK
Yes yes we know all that.
But I for one keep getting tickled by this
little sixth sense I have in the back of my head.

TORQUMADA
Abject cowardice?

LANDSHARK
I like to call it my “will to live”.
It’s saying that the shortest route from
point A to point B doesn’t pass through
dozens of nasty men with big nasty guns.

TORQUMADA
I defer to your expertise in matters of cowardice.
Down it is!

IRON YUPPIE
Let’s head over there to that elevator platform!
We can ride it down, it’s mostly concealed from their fire.
Sharkie, get your ass in gear and lead the way!

A look of horror spreads across LANDSHARK’s face. He grits his teeth, stands up, and starts to run across the twenty meter distance to the elevator platform. The Black Empire forces quickly spot him and begin to fire. Several trails of energy scorch the ground behind him in the best Hollywood style, never quite catching up. Ahead of him, a blistering hail of blasts blocks the way onto the elevator platform. WAFFLES flies up beside him and keeps pace.

Cut to the other AH.COMers who have begun to follow him at a safe distance, mostly ignored by the enemy fire.

Cut back to LANDSHARK who is running forward at full speed with his eyes closed. Miraculously, he runs straight through the enemy fire without being shot, trips over a stray box of tools, and falls face-first onto the elevator platform.

The AH.COM crew runs up behind him, followed by JEFFERSON and the three commandos.

LANDSHARK grabs his weapon, spins around, and fires wildly in the direction of the Black Empire forces with panic in his eyes. Unfortunately, standing between him and the Black Empire are a large wall next to the elevator platform, and OTHNIEL. Othniel is hit over and over by the blasts, sending a flaming haze of energy around his armor.

When the haze clears, he is very slightly scorched.

TORQUMADA
What.
The.
Fuck.

OTHNIEL
Wow… lucky that gun was low on power, I guess.

IRON YUPPIE
No, the power light is fine…

A look of extreme consternation passes over Jefferson’s face.

JEFFERSON
Oh yeah, I uh, forgot to tell you.
Your weapons are tuned to the chronospatial frequency of
the Black Empire. They have devastating effect on anyone
and anything from the Black Empire’s timeline, but they
cause only mild burns to you, or anything from this timeline.
So you can blast the enemy at will without worrying
about hitting your friends or blowing up the scenery.

TORQUMADA
What if we like blowing up the scenery?

OTHNIEL
I think the “not hitting your friends” part is worth the inconvenience!

IRON YUPPIE is staring at a set of buttons on a small console protruding from the elevator platform’s floor. She presses one marked “G”. The elevator lurches, stutters alarmingly, and then begins to move steadily downward.

JEFFERSON
Like I said, this is a bad idea.
Turn this elevator around, or we’ll be
exposed to enemy fire on the way down!

TORQUMADA
Their aim has pretty much sucked so far!

LANDSHARK
I’d be more scared of Imperial Stormtroopers.

IRON YUPPIE
Wait, do you mean regular Stormtroopers,
or the Clone Wars Stormtroopers?
Those guys knew how to shoot.

TORQUMADA
Eh, all they ever fought were robots that couldn’t kill Jamaican frogs.

JEFFERSON
Shut up!
We have a serious situation here!

The AH.COMers stare at JEFFERSON like he just sprouted another head, and not in a cool Zaphod Beeblebrox way. As they stare, the elevator passes below the wall that was shielding it and begins a slow five meter descent to open ground. The hail of Black Empire fire resumes, and one of the commandos collapses with a scorched blast mark on his chest.

They return fire, and the Black Empire troops duck back. The elevator reaches the ground during the lull in fire, and TORQUMADA drags the downed commando behind a robot forklift. He examines the scorch mark, then laborously pries off the commando’s faceplate and puts his hand near the man’s nose.

TORQUMADA
This man’s still alive!
JEFFERSON, are the commandos carrying any medical packs?

JEFFERSON
NO!
That man’s a goner, we’ve got to leave the wounded and move on!

TORQUMADA
But the blast didn’t actually go all the way through his chest plate!
It may look nasty but I think he’s just knocked out.

JEFFERSON
(Looking panicked)
Get away from him, you might get radiation poisoning!
The Black Empire weapons use a chronobabble radiological interaction.
The impact releases deadly chronospatial radiation.
As soon as the time-delayed particles start to materialize
he’ll die, and you might too if you’re close enough!

LANDSHARK
Hurry up with the running!

IRON YUPPIE and OTHNIEL run behind a huge circular smelter that extends far into the air.

IRON YUPPIE
Get over here!
Sharkie, if your ass gets shot off then it’s useless to me!

The fallen commando is blasted by several direct hits from above. JEFFERSON drags TORQUMADA away, and LANDSHARK follows.

The group reconvenes behind the smelter with the two surviving commandos. As always, the commandos remain silent.

JEFFERSON
Don’t be so hesitant!
We’ve got them right where we want them.

LANDSHARK
In command of the high ground?
With superior numbers?
Pointing big guns at us from right in
front of where we we’re supposed to go?
(Pause)
Who is this “we”, white boy?

JEFFERSON
They’re nothing!
Heroes like you have faced far greater dangers before,
striding into impossible odds and emerging victorious!
Besides, negroes can’t… Black Empire
soldiers can’t shoot for shit anyway.

LANDSHARK
I think you’ll find that it’s MATT and WEAPON M
who survive impossible odds by blowing up everything
around them and then dodging the pieces.
I survive impossible odds by calculating the velocity
of hell, and running precisely that fast.

JEFFERSON
You’re putting my whole world in danger!
Look, I’ll send the troops over to the other
side of the room as a diversion.

JEFFERSON gestures, and the two commandos sprint away. Weapons fire trails at their feet, never quite catching up to them.

OTHNIEL
Hey guys, look over here!
There’s a big grate in the ground.
It’s bolted down, but it looks like there’s
some kind of tunnel system down there.

TORQUMADA
Sounds great!
Let’s see if we can get it open.

Up above, Black Empire soldiers are running quickly across catwalks, high above the factory floor. Many of them are in sight of the AH.COM crew, and they open fire. Energy bolts rain down around LANDSHARK, IRON YUPPIE, and JEFFERSON.

JEFFERSON crouches and returns fire. He fires ten shots, and ten enemies fall from above with holes blasted neatly in the center of their chest armor.

JEFFERSON
Do I have to do everything myself? Follow me!
The doors on the factory floor are all sealed
anyway, we can only get out up there.

JEFFERSON runs over to a small elevator platform on the side of the smelter, and waits expectantly.

Pan over to TORQUMADA, driving a giant spiderlike construction robot. He walks it over to the grate on the floor, and uses its powerful metal manipulators to wrench the bolts holding the grate down.

TORQUMADA
I found one of these babies with juice left in its batteries!
As soon as I get this grate open, everybody in!

JEFFERSON
(Moaning to himself)
Oh FUCK!
That tunnel leads off the set…

INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY ENGINEERING SECTION – DAY SHIFT

The Gateway’s corridors are in chaos as weapons fire flickers back and forth, scorching walls and filling the air with smoke. Dozens upon dozens of Domination troopers pour through the ship, their tremendous size and intimidating physiques apparent even through the thick fabric of their space armor. They advance expertly, and their ranks part momentarily as the unmoving forms of STRAHA and GREY WOLF are carried back toward their ship. Past panels and pillars and shielded power conduits, the rest of the AH.COM crew try to hold them off.

GBW
I can barely see in all this smoke!
(Fires a few wild shots from a nasty looking gun,
which cause dramatic explosions within the smoke)

But I think I saw some of them crawling towards us on the left.
If we don’t get out of this room now, we’re going to be surrounded.

DOCTOR WHAT
(Rubs ash from the visor of his suit)
MATT, how is he?

MATT
(Bending over the sitting PSYCHOMELTDOWN)
Damn it, Psycho’s leg is hit pretty bad.
I can’t fix it in the field.
He won’t be able to run, that’s
really going to slow us down.

DOCTOR WHAT
I’m not going to leave him.
But when we move, we’ve got to move fast.

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
Oh, my dear Psycho.
I can carry you!
(Effortlessly lifts PSYCHOMELTDOWN over her shoulder as he screams in pain)

DOCTOR WHAT
All right then, LET’S GO!

The four remaining AH.COM crew and their trusty android cut and run, firing wildly over their shoulders as they do.

INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY OUTER CORRIDOR – DAY SHIFT

The crew runs through a narrow corridor, DOCTOR WHAT in the lead. Most of the crew can be seen huffing and puffing in their spacesuits, except for the ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID who isn’t wearing one.

DOCTOR WHAT
Just a little further, guys!

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
(Bouncing on top of the android’s shoulders, with his head facing backwards)
I caught sight of one of them back there, Captain.
I think the enemy’s behind us now.

MICHAEL
That’s where you want them to be when you’re running away!

Suddenly the crew rounds a bend and comes face to face with a dozen Domination blaster rifles, their wielders filling the corridor ahead. DOCTOR WHAT tries to turn around in mid-run and trips over his own feet. The rest trip over DOCTOR WHAT and end up in a large pile of limbs and guns, except for the Android who steps lightly out of the way. ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER steps up amidst the troops.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
There are fifteen guns pointed at your heads.
If anybody even thinks about touching a trigger,
you’re all going to get it.

MATT
(Tightening his fingers on his gun)
Oh believe me, you’ll get it too.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
I don’t think so.
I’m a master of three forms of martial arts,
including Hollywood-fu, the art of dodging
bullets as if they were poorly aimed Nerf arrows.

DOMINATION SOLDIER
She’s an olympic diver, too.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
(Turns to her men)
Grab them, and take them in for interrogation.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
(Whispering to the ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID)
Get them.

The android gently sets PSYCHOMELTDOWN down, and then explodes up from her crouch into an incredibly powerful leap. She bounces off the ceiling and is in the midst of the Domination soldiers in an instant. Cries of shock and pain follow immediately on the heels of sickening crunches.

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
Run, Psycho!
Save yourself, my love!

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
Not so fast.

The android turns to see ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER holding a gun to PSYCHOMELTDOWN’s head. Domination troops run up from the opposite end of the corridor to her side. The android stops, and is immediately wrestled to the ground and shackled.

ADMIRAL HORNBLOWER
Well then, let’s get this all sorted out.
I’m sure you’ll all be properly cooperative from this point.

INT. – I.D.S. AUTHORIAL FIAT – INTERROGATION ROOM – DAY SHIFT

The AH.COM crew are lined up in a row in front of a wall draped with a giant Stars and Bars, shivering in their spacesuits’ underwear. STRAHA, GREY WOLF, and PSYCHOMELTDOWN are singed, bandaged, and definitely looking the worse for wear. The android is nowhere to be seen. They are surrounded by blonde Domination space marines who appear to live off a steady diet of steroids, wheaties, and diet pills. ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER stands calmly in front, inspecting them.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
Damn it, you monkeys all look the same to me.
Which one of you is the commanding officer?

DOCTOR WHAT
(Looking resigned, he raises his hand)
I’m Captain What.

MATT
(Raises his hand)
No, I’m Captain What.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
(Raises his hand slowly)
No, uh, I’m Captain What.

MICHAEL
Captain who?

STRAHA
He’s Captain What!
Points at DOCTOR WHAT
And that guy beside him is GREY WOLF, the first officer.

MATT
STRAHA I’m going to rip your gluteal muscles out with garden shears and literally make a hat from your…

A Domination marine smacks MATT from behind with the butt of his rifle, silencing him.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
A futile deception, anyway.
I have the empathic power to tell truth from lies.
Guards, take the rest of them to the brig!

MATT, PSYCHOMELTDOWN, STRAHA, MICHAEL, and GBW are quickly shepherded out of the room.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
I’m going to make this really simple.
Give me the codes to your ship’s computer.
You’re going to give them to us eventually, of course.
But if you do it now, your future will be a lot brighter.
(Pause)
Well, a lot less dark.
I won’t kid you, monkeys, spending the rest of
your life in a cubicle isn’t paradise.

DOCTOR WHAT
GATEWAY isn’t proving totally cooperative, huh?

GREY WOLF
Fancy that.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
I’ve defeated the space navies of 47 timelines, been elected
Dominarch of the Mars district, grabbed a few titles of
nobility along the way, pretty much every medal there is,
and been crowned Empress of India under circumstances
that would take an entire book to explain.
Volume seven of my biography, in fact.
I find that little problems like ornery ship’s computers
tend to resolve themselves pretty quickly.

DOCTOR WHAT
I don’t care if you’re the lawfully crowned queen of my
right asscheek, we can’t give you the codes to the Gateway.
We don’t have them.
The truth is, we stole the ship in a bit of… confusion.
Even GATEWAY doesn’t know where the hell we
are or how to get back to the Hub.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
Hm.
Using my natural empathic powers, I can
sense that you’re telling the truth.
Or at least you think you are, since
the computer may have lied to you.
That means… you’re of no use to us.
We’ll see if your android has more
information in its memory banks.
Guards!
Take them to the brig!

INT. – I.D.S. AUTHORIAL FIAT – BRIG – DAY SHIFT

The AH.COM crew sit in a well-lit metal cell, discussing strategy and their utter lack of it. GBW is holding a glossy brochure entitled “Interplanetary Domination of the Confederate States of America FAQ for New Slaves”.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
What the hell do we do now?

STRAHA
It’s game over, man, game over!

DOCTOR WHAT
Calm down guys, we’re just lost in an unknown timeline
and about to be enslaved by Confederate space Nazis.
How is this different from any other day?

GBW
(Browsing brochure)
Hey, this is interesting.
They’ve got a basic historical overview.
Looks like the Confederacy defeated the Union, and
then went on an unstoppable binge of conquering until
it controlled the entire solar system around the year 2006.
They discovered multiverse travel, and now
they’ve conquered dozens of timelines.
Seems it’s only 2027 their time…
pretty amazing considering how high tech they are.

DOCTOR WHAT
Right, a really implausible world.
Not exactly the first one we’ve seen.

MICHAEL
Yeah, no mutant armies or killer purple dinosaurs.

GBW
But this one has more of a “God really is on their side”
sort of thing. Not unlikely in a weird sense, unlikely
in a flip a million coins and get all heads sense.

DOCTOR WHAT
Which is exactly why we need to get the hell out of here!

GBW
Well, let’s think… right now we don’t see
a way to get out of this cell.
But if we could get out, what could we do?

MATT
Take a ship, or a shuttle, and get out of here?

MICHAEL
What, you don’t want to just blast them all personally?
Hell, I do.

MATT
Just because I love blowing things up doesn’t mean I’m insane.
Uh, doesn’t mean I’m suicidally insane.

GREY WOLF
Yes, these musclebound racists sure are unbelievably tough.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Was it before or after we were swarmed by dozens of
battleships that you figured that out?

GBW
Unbelievably tough… but just how unbelievably?

DOCTOR WHAT
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

GBW
I’m not thinking about Japanese schoolgirl porn.

DOCTOR WHAT
Oh.
Carry on, then.

GBW
What was that weapon that MATT screwed up, the “Plausibility cannon”?
Didn’t GATEWAY say something about it causing objects from implausible
timelines to revert to a more likely state?
(Looks at MATT)

MATT
I, uh… guess so.
Wasn’t paying the closest attention.

GBW
These guys are so unbelievable, I bet that
cannon would really do a number on them.
Then we could perform our usual
well-ordered strategic withdrawal.

DOCTOR WHAT
But GATEWAY said that thing was fried, I distinctly remember
it not being very useful with a range of two feet.
And the Domination blew out our main
power when they were taking the ship.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Actually, the cannon’s not hooked up to main power,
only the focusing control was using our grid.
It must have its own power source.

GBW
So maybe it still works, if we could
get to it and turn it on manually.
Range is only two feet…
but how big is the area of effect?
Maybe it could at least clear dixie chick’s army
out of the ship, or another ship close enough.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
I’d ask my delicious Alyson, but they don’t
seem to have brought her back here.
I hate to think what those bastards might be doing to her.

INT. – I.D.S. AUTHORIAL FIAT – LAB – DAY SHIFT

The ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID lies on an instrument-studded lab table, held down by heavy metal restraints. A panel in her chest is open and a glowing scanner sits over it. ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER watches, accompanied by several officers and scientists.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
How’s it going back there?

SCIENTIST
We still haven’t penetrated the chest cavity.
Sir, the CPU and the power core aren’t just protected
by metal, there’s some kind of inner energy shield.
I’ve never seen technology like this.
It’s going to be hard to break through it
without destroying everything inside.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
Fine, we’ll keep trying to do this the old fashioned way.
Toaster, tell us the access code to the Gateway CPU!

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
There probably isn’t any code, I think the
question is whether or not GATEWAY trusts you.
Seeing how you’re the evil bitch queen of the universe,
and also of India, my guess is he doesn’t.

OFFICER NUMBER ONE
That’s Empress of India, toaster.

OFFICER NUMBER TWO
(Helpfully)
And she’s an accomplished olympic diver, too.

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
You do realize that you’re all screwed, don’t you?
You’ve attacked a Hub courier ship and when they find
out, they’re gonna give you the total smackdown.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
Nonsense.
History is on our side… we never lose a war.
Seriously, we’ve never lost a war, not even a major battle.

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
(With a suddenly odd and un-Alyson-like demeanor)
I think there are bats in your belfry, bitch.
Bats have been guiding your way.
But now you’ve stepped on the dragon’s tail,
and bats won’t help you any more.
(She shakes her head and blinks a few times, and her expression returns to normal)

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
(Looking a bit startled)
Enough of this nonsense!
(Turns to the lead scientist)
I could wait days, even weeks, for you to crack her electronic skull.
But there could be a ticking time bomb on that ship or,
you know, somewhere.
Or something.
Time for the torture!

LEAD SCIENTIST
But sir, androids don’t feel pain!

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
But humans do, and this one seems… attached…
to one of their crewmembers.
We’ll torture him until she cooperates.

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
So let me get this straight.
You’re not hurting my dear Psycho now, but you will
if I don’t give you the code to the Gateway CPU?

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
That’s right.

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
Thanks for making that clear.
Since I don’t have the code to the Gateway CPU,
I have only one alternative.

The android’s heavy metal bonds explode outward with a deafening crack, and she leaps into the air. Within seconds the officers and scientists are battered, blood-soaked corpses strewn about the room. ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER bolts from the room in the midst of the carnage, and shuts a heavy blast door behind her.

INT. – I.D.S. AUTHORIAL FIAT – BRIG – DAY SHIFT

The AH.COM crew huddle together attempting to argue in whispers. A pair of female Domination guards stand in the corridor outside. SUSIE MAE and SALLY JEAN could pass for professional bodybuilders, and like most of their sisters in arms are about six feet tall.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
(Whispering)
So we just need some way to seize a shuttle and get
past their defenses to land on the Gateway.
Then we can use the you-know-what to get rid of you-know-who.

GREY WOLF
Fat lot of good all these plans do when we’re stuck in this cell.

DOCTOR WHAT
Well, all we can do is try.

DOCTOR WHAT stands up, and walks over to the bars of the cell.

DOCTOR WHAT
(Attempting to sound seductive. I said attempting, not succeeding)
Oh SUSIE MAE, would you come here?
I have this problem with my tongue that
I wonder if you could help me with.

SUSIE MAE
(Stepping closer)
The medic’s already checked you over, monkey.

DOCTOR WHAT
That’s not the kind of problem I meant.

SUSIE MAE
I don’t… oh.
(Laughs)
Are you making some pitiful attempt to seduce me, little monkey?
Gracious me, I’m a lesbian.

SALLY JEAN
We all are.
What with the men banging slaves all day,
what else is any proper southern girl to do?

DOCTOR WHAT stands motionless, in complete and utter shock. A few drops of drool dribble from the corner of his open mouth.

Everyone stares curiously at him for several unusually long seconds, until the door at the end of the hallway blasts open in an eruption of flame. The ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID steps through the flames, and effortlessly shoots SUSIE MAE and SALLY JEAN with a blaster cannon that looks disproportionately big for her. She then walks over to the cell and rips the door open. The AH.COM crew wait nervously until she gets out of the way before running out of the cell.

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
PSYCHOMELTDOWN, my love, my master, they’re trying to kill you!
We’ve got to get out of here!

STRAHA looks past the android to see the charred bodies of several Domination soldiers in the previous room.

STRAHA
Hot damn.
ARMAGEDDON!

DOCTOR WHAT
Okay!
Now we get to a shuttle!

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
Maybe not a good idea.
I couldn’t hide it for long.

GBW
Hide it?

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Let’s get OUT OF HERE!

GBW
SHUT UP!
Wait a sec, she’s the one who hasn’t been
cooped up in the brig for hours.
Android… uh, Alyson… what’s going on?

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
I’ve killed most of the bridge crew and taken control of the
ship’s computer. I’m using it to broadcast fake messages to
the rest of the fleet, telling them everything is A-OK.
But we’ve got maybe ten minutes until the crew regains control.

GBW
What’s the best way to get onto the Gateway?

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
Teleporters, of course.
There’s one fifty meters back.
Careful not to step in the blood and guts, though.

MICHAEL
(Grumbling)
Redheads still suck.

INT. – I.D.S. AUTHORIAL FIAT – TELEPORTER ROOM – DAY SHIFT

The AH.COM crew stand in front of a teleporter pad. GBW is already inspecting the controls.

DOCTOR WHAT
Okay, here’s how it’s going to go.
We divide into two teams, one to set the plausibility
cannon on overload, one to create a diversion.
We send those with the most technical experience
to the cannon – GBW and PSYCHOMELTDOWN.

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
No!
I won’t leave my Psycho.

DOCTOR WHAT
But we need you here to keep telling everyone that all is well in Dixie.

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
If he goes then I go with him.

DOCTOR WHAT
Psycho, order her to go.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
(Obviously a little bit torn, until he spends enough time giving the android the twice-over)
Fuck that.
I’ll operate the teleporter, send MICHAEL instead.
I’ll stay here with the unstoppable killer robot
who’s extremely hot and obeys my every whim.

MICHAEL
Right on!
More hacking.

DOCTOR WHAT
I’m the captain!
And I don’t trust MICHAEL to hack a toaster.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Captain of what?
As of now we don’t have a ship.
And I do have my dream girl!

DOCTOR WHAT
Fine.
MATT, MICHAEL, and GBW, you’re on the technical team.
MATT, make sure MICHAEL doesn’t try to hack anything… inappropriate.
GREY WOLF and I will teleport in near the engines, at the
opposite end of the ship, and distract the enemy.

STRAHA
What about me?

DOCTOR WHAT
Um… you’re definitely a distraction, so come with me.
Everyone onto the teleporter pad!

The crew assumes positions on the teleporter pad, standing in two groups and holding Domination blaster rifles at the ready. PSYCHOMELTDOWN moves over to the controls, making a few tentative presses on their unfamiliar buttons. Sensing his uncertainty, the android moves over and wraps herself around him.

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
Come on, sugar schlong.
I know you can do it.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN distractedly hits a series of buttons in rapid succession. The crew disappears. The instant they’re gone, he turns around and locks lips with the android.

END ACT I


ACT II


EXT. – INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX – NIGHT

Pan across a road through a massive complex of industrial buildings. The street is mostly dark, but is illuminated by the reflection of city lights from an extremely hazy sky. In the center of the street is a manhole (a futuristic manhole, with chrome trim). It rises and is pushed aside. OTHNIEL climbs out.

OTHNIEL
It’s all clear, guys!

Waffles hovers out, and then IRON YUPPIE, LANDSHARK, TORQUMADA, and JEFFERSON quickly climb out as well. TORQUMADA looks around, and spots a huge wall between two of the industrial buildings. On the other side climb several well-lit skyscrapers, one of them sporting an electronic billboard advertising some form of toothpaste.

TORQUMADA
Hey, look!
There’s a city right over that wall!

IRON YUPPIE
Excellent.
JEFFERSON, we really need to rethink our strategy.
Over some really serious coffee.

LANDSHARK
And tea and cheese.
I really hanker for some cheese, Yuppie,
it’s been ever so long since I last partook.

TORQUMADA
The city it is!
Can’t be too hard to find a way over that wall.

They walk in the general direction of the large wall, cutting between two buildings to do so. They move into increasing shadow as buildings loom on both sides of them.The shadow is suddenly broken by lights coming from around a corner. The lights sweep around, and emerge from behind one of the buildings. They are attached to the giant form of a battle mech. It fires a shot past them, and blows the grate they emerged from into smoking ruin. Several more near misses blow giant chunks out of the buildings near them, spraying the crew with bits of debris.

JEFFERSON
RUN!

LANDSHARK
You DO have a functioning cerebellum!

TORQUMADA
What the heck is that?
I can’t see past all the lights.

IRON YUPPIE
It’s a mech and it doesn’t like us!

They all scamper around the corner, though WAFFLES pauses to take a long look at the mech as it ambles forward.

JEFFERSON
I’m receiving a transmission from the army!
That’s a Black Empire battle mech.
The army has units in the area and they’re
sending a hovercraft to pick us up.
See that building over there?
(Points)
They can pick us up on the other side in thirty seconds.
Hurry before that mech catches us!

Everyone runs madly around the building indicated by JEFFERSON, to see a hovercraft already arriving. It floats only a foot off the ground, and a soldier opens the door.

JEFFERSON
All aboard!

IRON YUPPIE pulls TORQUMADA aside and whispers to him.

IRON YUPPIE
(Whispering)
I’m really tired of this guy and this whole goose chase.
When I make my move, go for the pilot.

TORQUMADA
(Whispering)
Gotcha.

JEFFERSON moves to shepherd the AH.COMers onto the hovercraft. TORQUMADA jumps up and moves toward the cockpit, while OTHNIEL, LANDSHARK, and WAFFLES mill around in the middle. One pilot and four soldiers can be seen in the hovercraft. IRON YUPPIE stops at the door and turns to the nearby soldiers.

IRON YUPPIE
Would you fellows mind giving a lady a hand up?

Two of the soldiers move forward to offer their hands. IRON YUPPIE lets them help her up, then pushes between them, flips, and drop kicks the two of them out the door. One of them lands on JEFFERSON.

JEFFERSON
WHAT THE HELL IS IT NOW?!

IRON YUPPIE
NOW!

TORQUMADA raises the butt of his rifle and slams it into the pilot’s head. He gives him another whack for good measure, grabs the main control stick, and yanks on it. The hovercraft rises up into the air.

Behind him, the two remaining soldiers rush IRON YUPPIE. OTHNIEL has already raised his gun and blasts the two soldiers, to absolutely no effect.

IRON YUPPIE slams her rifle into the chest armor of one of the soldiers, and it explodes in a burst of smoke and plasma. The soldier drops down, and everyone is confused as they wrestle the other soldier in the smoke. The first soldier gets right back up, if a bit groggily. His armor appears to have a nasty hole blasted in it, but he himself isn’t injured. As the scorched soldier steps back toward the fight, LANDSHARK lets out a girlish scream and throws his gun at him. The soldier bats it away, but is off balance long enough for OTHNIEL to push him out of the hovercraft. The last remaining soldier is quickly overpowered and thrown out of the hovercraft.

TORQUMADA
Guys, I’m not entirely sure how to pilot this thing.

IRON YUPPIE
We just need to get back to the Hub!
I tire of this place.

TORQUMADA
It doesn’t have a shift engine!

IRON YUPPIE
Land at the nearest pub!
We’ll take the authorized personnel exit.

INT. – GATEWAY WEAPONS BAY – DAY SHIFT

DOCTOR WHAT, GREY WOLF, and STRAHA materialize out of nothing, and shoot a few bored Domination guards before they can even raise their weapons. They look around them and see a room full of cables, pipes… and an extremely out of place looking thing in the center. A faintly glowing, quicksilver sphere floats in the midair, next to a charred and partially melted focusing device.

DOCTOR WHAT
What the… this isn’t engineering.
OH CRAP!
Psycho teleported us to the wrong coordinates!
The tech team’s probably back aft, being diversionary.

GREY WOLF
Guess we figure this thing out ourselves, then.
You have any clue how to go about it?

DOCTOR WHAT
Nope.

GREY WOLF
Guess I’m in good company.

STRAHA
What the hell IS that, anyway?

STRAHA moves to touch the shimmering sphere. DOCTOR WHAT restrains him.

DOCTOR WHAT
Okay, this may take a while.
There’s only one door to this chamber.
STRAHA, I want you to stand guard.

With an encouraging push from DOCTOR WHAT, STRAHA moves outside the door, his rifle at the ready. DOCTOR WHAT closes the door behind him, closes a second much heavier blast door on top of the first door, and locks them both.

DOCTOR WHAT
I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
That doesn’t look like anything else on this ship.
I think the Hub built that, and we’re about to fuck with it.

GREY WOLF
Well, there’s no buttons on it.
Got to be a control somewhere else around here.

INT. – GATEWAY ENGINEERING – DAY SHIFT

MATT, MICHAEL, and GBW run around a corner, panting.

MATT
Damn you, Psycho!

MICHAEL
Do you think they saw us?

An energy bolt blasts a large chunk of the corner off.

MATT
RUN!

MATT, MICHAEL, and GBW round another corner, duck through a hatch, and find themselves in a room full of confused Domination slave technicians who are busy taking apart Gateway’s systems. The slaves run the gamut of non-white races, and have barcodes tattooed on their foreheads. One particularly dark-skinned fellow appears to have had his forehead bleached so that the barcode would show up better. The AH.COMers point their guns at the slaves.

MATT
Okay, how about everyone just stays really quiet
right now, and nothing bad happens?
You just pretend you never saw anything, and we’ll
get back at those bastards who made you slaves.

SEVERAL SLAVES IN UNISON
GET THEM FOR MASSAH!

The slaves swarm MATT and GBW at once, leaving them too shocked to shoot. MICHAEL dives to the side, but slaves pile on top of him. They’re overwhelmed in seconds.

SLAVE NUMBER ONE
How can they be foolish enough to resist their rightful masters?

SLAVE NUMBER TWO
Boys, we’re going to get an extra helping of gruel tonight!

The slaves cheer.

INT. – GATEWAY CORRIDOR – DAY SHIFT

A squad of Domination soldiers are in the corridor outside the weapons bay. Some of them are using plasma torches on the door, others are surrounding a disarmed STRAHA.

STRAHA
So like I was saying, these guys totally kidnapped me,
I’m on your side, really!
DOCTOR WHAT and GREY WOLF are trying to set off
this thing called the Plausibility Cannon.
They think it’ll basically make you all disappear or something.
You need to go in there and shoot the crap out of them before they can!

INT. – GATEWAY WEAPONS BAY – DAY SHIFT

DOCTOR WHAT works furiously at the innards of a half-disassembled computer console, while GREY WOLF holds a small portable sensor up to the Plausibility Cannon apparatus. The room suddenly fills with the crackle of static, and the voice of ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER comes over the ship’s internal comm system.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
Well, when will this damn thing be working?
Stop slacking like a bunch of slaves, how hard
can it be to turn on the darkie lovin’ communicators?
(Pause)
Oh.
(Pause)
CAPTAIN WHAT, you might as well surrender yourself now.
You may have managed to… inconvenience my own ship,
but that just means I had to grab another one.
My troops will burn their way into the weapons bay
at any moment.
But just in case you’re thinking of blowing up anything
before then… I’m having all of your friends brought
right up to the other side of the door.
Are you ready to kill them too?
Surrender!

GREY WOLF
I think the appropriate response, historically
speaking, would be “nuts”.

DOCTOR WHAT
I prefer “why don’t you practice your olympic diving
into an empty pool, you Confederate Nazi bitch.”

DOCTOR WHAT grabs a plasma rifle, and fires several times at what appears to be a speaker in the corner of the room. All of his shots miss, but one hits some nearby electronics and the comm link goes dead.

GREY WOLF
Well then, it looks like we’re in a spot of trouble.
Are you quite done yet?

DOCTOR WHAT
(Fiddling with the controls)
Just about… be patient…

GREY WOLF
Just asking.
What with that army trying to blast their way in and kill us, and all.
(Waits)
Oh, will you look at that.
There are little drops of molten metal trickling down the door.

DOCTOR WHAT
THERE we go.
All set and ready to blow.
(Grins evilly and strikes a dramatic pose)
No…
You can’t get away…
From hell’s heart I stab at thee…

GREY WOLF
(Looking on incredulously)
What, you’re giving a speech?
Don’t you think you ought to PUSH THE BUTTON?

DOCTOR WHAT
(Indignant)
This is my moment.
(Glances at the now red-hot door)
Look, we’ve got at least ten, fifteen seconds left to live.
Just keep quiet for fifteen seconds, okay?

GREY WOLF
Right then, I’ll spend my last moments in silence.
Not like I might have anything to say on
the occasion of my impending doom.

DOCTOR WHAT
Great then.
Ok…
(Takes a deep breath)
No…
You can’t get away…
From hell’s heart I stab at thee…
(Pauses with a look of triumph)
For hate’s sake…
I spit my last breath at thee!

DOCTOR WHAT presses the button. A sphere of shimmering energy expands outward from the plausibility cannon in all directions, rending reality itself with its passage. When the shimmering fades, the weapons bay appears completely unchanged.

DOCTOR WHAT
Wow, that was fast.
Honestly, I expected a nerve-wracking thirty second countdown, ending
an instant before the bad guys were about to shoot us both.

DOCTOR WHAT and GREY WOLF suddenly shimmer and disappear, teleported away.

INT. – I.D.S. AUTHORIAL FIAT – TELEPORTER ROOM – DAY SHIFT

The AH.COM crew stand around on the teleporter pads, all attempting to talk at the same time. PSYCHOMELTDOWN and the ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID are standing at the controls, their clothes and hair looking curiously disheveled.

STRAHA
What the hell?
One minute I was, um, fighting the Domination,
the next minute we’re all here?!

MATT
Where are the guards?
Did we escape?

GBW
Did you see what happened to those troops holding us?
It’s like they went all Keystone Kops right in front of our eyes!

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Guys, you did it!
I teleported you back!

GREY WOLF
This room looks a lot, uh, crappier than I remember it.

DOCTOR WHAT
EVERYONE, SHUT UP!
(Pause)
Thanks.
Alyson, are you still patched into the communications system?

ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID
Yes.
Things seem to have… changed.
The communications bandwidth has decreased dramatically,
and what’s left is filled with cries for help.
Sabotage, slave rebellions, poorly maintained and
malfunctioning equipment. This ship itself has
become much smaller and less sophisticated.

DOCTOR WHAT
To the bridge!

INT. – I.D.S. AUTHORIAL FIAT – BRIDGE – DAY SHIFT

The AH.COM crew burst into the bridge, quickly blasting a few overweight Domination guards who don’t put up particularly effective resistance. The crew takes stations around the bridge, and starts trying to figure them out.

GREY WOLF
I’m replaying the sensor logs.

The main viewscreens come to life, and the crew turn to watch. The Gateway is surrounded by a fleet of a dozen gigantic battleships, one much further away than the others. A ripple in spacetime emerges from the Gateway and passes over the ships. Several of them disappear entirely, and the rest of the nearby ships are suddenly replaced with much smaller versions. The new ships still bear the “stars and bars and eagle” insignia, but look a lot more like poorly maintained, Soviet Armada surplus cruisers.

The furthest battleship makes a multiverse jump before the ripple hits it.

DOCTOR WHAT
So… their ships are crap, but so’s this one.
And Gateway’s still disabled.
Psycho, see if you can get the multiverse engine running.
We’re out of here.

A voice comes from the corner, behind them all.

VOICE
You don’t need to run quite yet.

They turn around, guns ready, and see IAN, bartender of the Hub.

DOCTOR WHAT
Um… uh… what are you doing here?

IAN
It’s not every day that someone sets off a Hub plausibility cannon.
Since the Administration finally got the network back online,
I came to check it out.

GBW
But… you’re the bartender!
You barely ever leave the bar!

IAN
I do, and I don’t.
It’s complicated.
Anyway, let’s fix that Frankenstein’s
monster you’ve made out of perfectly
good Daemon parts, and check out this
“Domination of Dixie”.

IAN waves his hand at the ALYSON HANNIGAN ANDROID, and she suddenly stands ramrod straight.

The subtle shimmer of an advanced deflector shield springs into being around her. Her skin
tone morphes into the shiny metal of a Hub Daemon, although she remains human shaped. As a
final touch, a dangerous looking cannon of some kind erupts from her back and pivots to sit
atop her right shoulder.

HUB DAEMON
Download complete.
Hub uplink established.

IAN
(To android)
Secure this ship.
(To the AH.COM crew)
The rest of you are coming on a little journey.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
ALYSON!
NOOOOOOOOOO!

MICHAEL
Sucker.

The Domination cruiser fades out around the AH.COM crew, and the Gateway bridge fades in.

EXT. – CITY – NIGHT

A hovercraft flies fairly low over a futuristic city, passing between the glowing spires of giant skyscrapers. Inside, the AH.COM crew scan the busy streets below with worried expressions.

LANDSHARK
Take it from me, TORQUMADA, we need to be running faster.
They’ve got to be tracking this hovercraft.

TORQUMADA
I don’t see any bars!

LANDSHARK
Just land near that big square over there!
Probably a shopping district, they always
have some kind of alcohol nearby.

TORQUMADA quickly veers the hovercraft down and into a back alley near the square. The AH.COMers jump out and run toward the square. When they reach the alley, they all stop short. The square does seem to be surrounded by some kind of commercial district, although up close it appears quite drab and dingy. More unusual are the gigantic flags flying in the square itself, illuminated by floodlights. Menacing eagles grip the stars and bars in their talons as they flap in the wind.

LANDSHARK
Well then.

IRON YUPPIE
We’ve been played.
I don’t know why, but… ugh.

TORQUMADA
I think there’s some kind of roadblock being set up over there!
Do those look like soldiers to you?

OTHNIEL
Not sure… Hey, right over there!
It’s the “Colored Bar”.

The AH.COMers make a mad dash for the Colored Bar and zip through the door.

INT. – COLORED BAR – NIGHT

The Colored Bar is a dimly lit dive bar, full of a motley clientele of non-white people with barcodes tattooed on their foreheads. Several televisions play over the bar, but the only audible sound is Jazz music. The patrons stare in shock as white people and a floating robot run into their bar and race around randomly.

OTHNIEL
Authorized personnel only!

The four race toward the door indicated by OTHNIEL, only to find that it opens on a brick wall. LANDSHARK charges the wall anyway, and collapses painfully.

IRON YUPPIE
I am displeased.

The music stops. The AH.COMers turn around.

BAR PATRON 1
Is it really them?

BAR PATRON 2
There’s no mistaking that face.
It’s LANDSHARK!

BAR PATRON 3
And IRON YUPPIE!

BAR PATRON 1
And that Mormon kid.

The bartender is holding a small communicator and speaking into it.

BARTENDER
I’ve found them.
You can teleport to these coordinates.

The air shimmers in front of the bar and three men materialize in front of it. They pull out nasty guns and point them at the AH.COM crew.

BLACK COBRA
Well hello there.
I already know who you all are, but you can call me BLACK COBRA.
I’m part of the rebellion against the tyranny of the Domination of Dixie.

LANDSHARK
Um, right, see… we hate Confederates too!

TORQUMADA
And slavery!
And oppression!
And cruelty to animals!
Except sealions!

IRON YUPPIE
What my compatriots would say, if two halfwits could join
together and form a whole, is that we came to this planet
quite recently with no idea it was being run by filthy slavers.
We’ve been put on some kind of wild goose chase and now
we’d like to simply leave in peace, having harmed nobody.

OTHNIEL
Except those soldiers.

LANDSHARK
Yeah, we might have thrown some confederates from a great height.

BLACK COBRA
Oh no, I can’t let you escape.
I never conceived that you’d come here, but frankly, as soon
as I get word back from command I’m going to shoot you all.
We only thought to block your pernicious influence long enough
to launch our revolution, but now we can end it once and for all.

IRON YUPPIE
Pernicious influence?
You’re really beginning to annoy me.

BLACK COBRA
You don’t even understand, do you?
Well then…

BLACK COBRA walks over to the bar and picks up something looking suspiciously like a Tivo remote. He fiddles around with it for half a second, and plays a show on one of the bar’s TVs. He spends several seconds fast forwarding through commercials and credits, during which we see the flashes of familiar faces – those of the AH.COM crew. He stops, and an announcer’s voiceover begins along with a montage of clips.

ANNOUNCER VOICE
Last week, on the Iron Yuppie and Landshark Show…

The screen shows the bridge of the AH.COM. Most of the white members of the crew are visible – but sitting in the captain’s chair is a musclebound six foot blonde man, who has the faint glimmer of a special effect around his edges.

BLONDE TV CAPTAIN WHAT
Damn it, I just finished fighting on an
arena planet for a madman’s amusement.
Give it a rest for a little while, huh?

TV LANDSHARK
This is about shoes, captain.
It’s an extraordinarily important matter.
Now Yuppie, do you think I’d look better
in pink or fuschia?

TV IRON YUPPIE
Personally, I think you look best in green.
But you really don’t want people thinking
“it’s soooo not Christmas” when you’re
stepping in the blood of your enemies.

TV LEO CAESIUS
Captain, I’ve got something strange on…

TV IRON YUPPIE
(Interrupting)
Not purple, either.
Purple and red, such a faux pas.

TV LANDSHARK
Well white stains, and I’ve
already got fifty or sixty black pairs.

TV IRON YUPPIE
But they really make the man.
Just buy more and donate the old ones to the rest of the crew.
They could be a bit more manly.
Not too much, though, wouldn’t want to encourage uppityness.

BLACK COBRA
Argh!
I can’t stand to watch any more.

BLACK COBRA presses the stop button on the remote, and the TV obeys.

TORQUMADA
That’s us!
That was us not too long ago.

LANDSHARK
Well, we’re a sexy pair, aren’t we?

TORQUMADA
What treachery is this?

BLACK COBRA lifts his gun and blasts WAFFLES into a chunk of scrap metal.

BLACK COBRA
Your droid was recording your lives for the Domination of Dixie’s
hottest new reality show, “The Iron Yuppie and Landshark Show”.
They play you on every television all day, everywhere… there’s absolutely
no escaping you. They used to try and distract the masses with
entertainment, but they’ve discovered that sheer volume of mind-
numbing banter is quite effective at, well, numbing the mind.
And therefore, effective at keeping billions of people in the
bondage of slavery.

TORQUMADA
Well let me be the first to say, I’m not the slightest bit surprised.

LANDSHARK
Mind-numbing?
I put a great deal of thought into my banter.

BLACK COBRA
I’m sure you do.
But at any rate, for our revolution to have any hope
of succeeding we had to shut down your show.
They were transmitting it across the multiverse using
the Hub’s Ouroboros network, so we acquired devices
that allow us to jam the network. It didn’t really occur
to us that the Domination would try to bring you here
and make a local broadcast. But we’ll put a stop to
that by killing you.

IRON YUPPIE
Well, at least I set a new personal record.
I’ve never kept entire planets of people in bondage.

REBEL HENCHMAN
Sir, still no word from command.
Their transmission might have been jammed.
Maybe we should just kill them ourselves.

OTHNIEL
I don’t suppose you’d take our word that
we won’t work for the Domination, and
if you turn the jammers off we’ll leave
this world right away?

BLACK COBRA
That sounds pretty sensible… except
that it would leave a dangerous weapon
of mass interruption on the loose.
No, I think I’ll just kill you.

TORQUMADA
(Helpfully)
Why don’t you spend more time
describing the full details of your plan?
Villains in the movies always do that.
I hear it works out well.

While TORQUMADA is uttering his last sentence, the entire room shimmers and changes. All of a sudden the bar is bawdy and active – and many of the patrons are white. The obligatory confederate insignia around the room are gone, replaced with sports memorabilia. A slight shimmer remains around BLACK COBRA for a period of time – he hasn’t changed.

A figure steps out of the crowd – IAN the bartender.

IAN
You can all leave now, the Hub doors are working again.
As for you, “BLACK COBRA”… let’s talk about where you got those network jammers.

INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY BRIDGE – DAY SHIFT

The AH.COM crew stand in the middle of the bridge, gaining their bearings. The crew stations are manned by the vaguely humanoid robotic forms of Hub Daemons, and the ship’s status indicators are now green across the board.

GATEWAY
All systems operational, sir.

GBW
Operational?
This ship was a wrecked piece of junk a few minutes ago!

IAN
The Administration applied a slight adjustment of reality.

GATEWAY
Ah… I could gloat so amazingly now.
But your thieving monkey brains wouldn’t be able to appreciate it anyway.
Still, I should point out that…

IAN
(Interrupting)
Take us to Dixie.

The background of Jupiter and a half dozen clunky cruisers is replaced by a head-on view of Earth… and flecks of lights in front of it. GATEWAY magnifies the forward image to show the Domination fleet surrounding their homeworld. Giant battleships, fighter carriers, cruisers, hordes of support ships. Dwarfing them all, in the midst of the fleet are several gargantuan command ships, each many miles long. Earth itself is visible half in daylight, half on the night side. The night side glows with spectacular light, especially from the southeastern part of North America – the old Confederacy. Europe and Africa, in daylight, are clouded and scarred by pollution. More and more ships are jumping in – the great fleet is obviously being formed up right now.

GATEWAY
Three command ships, one hundred fifty seven
capital ships, four hundred ninety three support vessels.
More appear to be jumping in.
I am decrypting their coded transmissions.
ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER has jumped back,
and sent a message from Jupiter warning them
of attackers using Hub technology. Which I guess
is why they’ve brought more than half of their entire fleet.

IAN
Take us in.

GREY WOLF
What, are you mad?
This is a nice ship and all, but can even your
plausibility cannon protect us from that bloody
insanely huge armada?

IAN
I don’t think…
(Pauses as if trying to remember)
…that you have ever seen the Administration in action.

DOCTOR WHAT
Guys, uh… let’s just sit back and watch.

STRAHA
(Blatantly drooling)
Armageddon…

GBW
Wait a minute… how did we get directly to Earth?
That wasn’t just a multiverse jump, we travelled
half a billion kilometers through space!

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Wow… guided spatial jump… it *is* possible…

GATEWAY
Incoming transmission.
This might be interesting.

The image of a white-beared old man looking like nothing so much as Colonel Sanders (of Kentucky Fried Chicken fame) in a grey uniform pops onto the screen. He stands in front of a very official-seeming background, complete with the obligatory muscular eagle holding the stars and bars.

PRESIDENT BILLY BUFORD
Why hello there.
Allow me to introduce myself.
Ah’m PRESIDENT BILLY BUFORD of the Interplanetary
Domination of the Confederate States of America.
I do believe that you’re CAPTAIN WHAT, and you’ve been
attacking the ships of my beautiful Confederacy.

IAN
Your belief is incorrect.
I am not CAPTAIN WHAT.
I represent the Hub Administration.
The very administration that you thought to hunt down,
once rebels prevented you from abusing our network
to help keep whole worlds in bondage. That behavior
is completely out of line, and I have no choice but to
administer sanctions.

PRESIDENT BILLY BUFORD
Pardon me for the informality, sir, but… you and what army?
(Smiles condescendingly)
I know I’ve got mine right here.

IAN
I know what you’re thinking.
“That ship’s got some kind of weapon that took out an
entire squadron of battleships, but they weren’t entirely
destroyed and Honorblower escaped.
Does it have the ability to take out an entire fleet?”
Well, to tell you the truth, I’ve never actually put that to the test.
But being as how this is a Hub plausibility cannon, and your
timeline really does seem pretty implausible, you’ve got to ask
yourself a question: Do I feel likely?
Well, do ya, punk?

DOCTOR WHAT
(In an undertone)
Sweeeet.

PRESIDENT BILLY BUFORD
Say your prayers.
Ah’m prepared to match my
thousand ships against your one ship.

IAN
Fine.
But not against this particular one ship.

IAN gestures and the viewscreen fades away.

He looks to the side, at the starfield visible “through” the Gateway’s hull. Empty space suddenly twists and bulges into the form of a gigantic vessel. Its surface is so completely mirrorlike that it is visible only because of how its curvature distorts the reflection of the stars.

The ship vanishes, and a viewscreen pops up to track it as it reappears in the middle of the Domination fleet. They begin to fire on it, a torrential downpour of missiles and energy. All of which vanishes into nothing before it can reach the ship’s surface.

MATT
What… is… that?

IAN
Hub Dreadnaught.
The Administration finds that they
come in handy for solving large problems.

Space ripples around the Dreadnaught, and most of the Domination fleet pops out of existence. The remaining ships are smaller, more worn. Some of them continue to fire ineffectively at the dreadnaught, others drift out of formation. A few spontaneously explode. With the fleet taken care of, the Dreadnaught begins to fire the Plausibility Cannon at Earth. The planet’s entire surface shimmers and reforms. Dark scars across the forests are replaced by normal greens and yellows. The lights on the night side thin substantially, especially in the old Confederacy. The Dreadnaught jumps and vanishes.

GREY WOLF
Wow.
What was all that, then?

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
I think you mean “DAMN, what the fuck just happened?!”

IAN
The Dreadnaught is moving on to fix the other
conquered timelines, reducing the Confederacy to insignificance.
Most timelines will never have been conquered in the first place.
The rest, I’m sure, will be free fairly soon.

GBW
If the Hub has that kind of power, why the hell
is it such a hive of scum and debauchery?
Who had the kind of power to jam your network?

IAN
The Hub you see, the city, is a convenient service we happen to provide.
It’s not the Administration’s top priority. The Administration protects all
timelines touched by the Ouroboros doors from serious crosstime threats.
Those threats probably supplied this world with network jammers.

DOCTOR WHAT
That’s pretty vague.

IAN
I hope you never need the details.
Now, I think it’s time for a reunion.

The crew are teleported to the bridge of the AH.COM. LANDSHARK, IRON YUPPIE, TORQUMADA, and OTHNIEL are teleported in at the same time. The forward viewscreen shows the Hub docking spires, making it clear that the ship is docked at the Hub. IAN is leaning against the wall next to the viewscreen as if he’d been sitting there for hours. WEAPON M, KITJED, DIAMOND, and DAVE HOWERY are already on the bridge, which makes it very crowded.

END ACT II


TAG


IAN
Well, you people sure have a habit of getting into trouble.

LANDSHARK
More of a vocation.
Sometimes we get paid for it.

LUAKEL
What?
How come I never get paid?!

DIAMOND
By “we” he means not you, and by “paid” he means
“get to keep whatever we happen to liberate from
its nefarious and undeserving prior owner”.

LUAKEL
Oh.
I always wondered how the economics of this ship worked.
It never really seemed fleshed out.

GREY WOLF
Say, how are we here?
Don’t I recall something about the CF.NETers stealing our ship?

DOCTOR WHAT
Yeah, LEO, what happened?

LEO CAESIUS
Heh.
Heh heh heh.
Well, I was sitting minding my own business in the Hub
when you guys left me at the mercy of DOMINUS NOVUS,
BULGAROKTONOS, and FAEELIN. Completely alone and
without even the benefit of my robot body. As for what
happened after that and how I got back here on my own…
Well, maybe that’s a story for another time. Let’s just say that
they’ll think twice… no, maybe three or four hundred times,
before they ever turn off the computer and make an unguided jump.

GBW
(Grimaces)
I hope we’ll think twice too….

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
What?!
I found my Alyson on that jump!

GBW
I suppose it’s too much to expect that we even think once.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hey Ian, why didn’t you bring back
DMA, FLOCCULENCIO, and G.BONE?

IAN
Well, after you left them tied up in order to run in terror
as fast as possible, I figured I’d leave them along because
they deserved a break. And boy, have they ever been
getting a bunch of them.

Quick cut to DMA, FLOCCULENCIO, and G.BONE and a pile of female goatist initiates lying naked (save cheap costume goat horns) in a pile amidst Faux-Arabian splendor.

DOCTOR WHAT
At least someone got a break.

GBW
We just stole a Hub ship, blind jumped into
the middle of a bunch of Confederate Space Nazis,
and then escaped completely unscathed.
Some people might call that a “break”.

TORQUMADA
He means our net acquisitions of alcohol, porn, and booootay were a big fat zero.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Yeah, escaping is pretty much par for the course,
it’s really the cheap materialism that we measure victory by.
We seem pretty much impossible to actually kill.
Permanently, at least.

INT. – DOMINATION BATTLESHIP BRIDGE – DAY

The bridge of a Domination battleship – the implausibly advanced kind, manned by a crew of blonde olympians. Sitting in the command chair is ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER. On the viewscreen, space twists and forms into the reflective bulk of a Hub Dreadnaught. A wave of distortion shoots forth from the Dreadnaught and crosses through the bridge. The ship instantly becomes more primitive and worn, the bridge itself smaller. The crew are shorter, alternately fatter or skinnier, and their uniforms now look like they were issued by an army rather than a top Hollywood designer.

All except for ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER herself – she is completely unchanged, as is her command chair and every bit of ship within a perfectly spherical area about two meters across.

One of the crew members, a skinny fellow in an ill-fitting uniform, turns toward her in shock.

CREW MEMBER
Wha… who are you?

Without a word, HONORBLOWER pulls out her blaster and shoots him between the eyes. She spins around and kills every other member of the bridge crew in mere seconds. One of them manages to pull out his gun and return fire, but the bolts splash off an invisible shield surrounding her.

HONORBLOWER listens for a moment and begins speaking to someone who is unseen and unheard – a voice in her head, perhaps.

ADMIRAL HONORBLOWER
Yes, the plan failed, but did you really expect it to succeed?
(Listens)
It was just bad luck that the Hub agents escaped so quickly.
You wanted those jammers up for too long anyway.
(Listens)
Of course I’m ready for a new assignment.

HONORBLOWER vanishes.

FADE TO BLACK

ROLL END CREDITS

TITLECARD-SHIFT

TEASER

INT. – OUROBOROS HALLWAY – ETERNAL EVENING

One of many hallways stretches through the vast “back room” sections of the Ouroboros pub. This particular hallway has a special sort of thought-provoking decor. Often the thought it provokes is “if I had the power to conjure a hallway out of the very firmament of the multiverse, I probably would have used a lot less shag carpeting”. Even those from timelines where disco’s empire never fell tend to take note of the carpet’s bright green color, and of how thoroughly unsuited it is when paired with the fading peach-toned paint covering the walls.

DOCTOR WHAT strides down the hallway as if he had never been more at home. He wears a white toga of the sort that a drunken fratboy might produce from his bedsheet, and is followed by three similarly-clad blondes: OLGA, HELGA, and SUSIE. The blondes appear somewhat nervous, more than somewhat drunk, and positively amazonian in comparison.

DOCTOR WHAT reaches a door in the side of the hallway. Simple brass letters emblazoned on the door proclaim “private party”. Below them is duct-taped a gold filigreed, bejewelled plaque which proclaims “High Temple of the Holy”. There may at some point have been another word following “Holy”, but if so, it is obscured by a crude picture of an unusually large sheep.

DOCTOR WHAT
(Knocks on the door three times)
Open in the name of the Great Sheep!

As DOCTOR WHAT stares at the closed door, just enough time passes to be embarassing. The blondes appear slightly fidgety behind him.

OLGA looks at Doctor What, holds her hands out one atop the other, and moves them down together as if to represent his short stature. Looks at Helga.

HELGA nods knowingly. Holds up one finger at a forty five degree angle as if to represent something other than DOCTOR WHAT’s stature, and then tries to make it shorter by folding her finger downwards

SUSIE gently smacks HELGA on the arm. Puts her fingers in a V shape surrounding her mouth, sticks her tongue out and makes a suggestively slow licking motion, and rolls her eyes back into her head. Looks meaningfully at OLGA and HELGA in turn

DOCTOR WHAT
(Oblivious)
(Bangs on the door three times)

Open in the name of the Great Sheep!

DOCTOR WHAT mutters something under his breath and opens the door himself. He ushers the blondes into the room before him.

INT. – OUROBOROS LOUNGE – ETERNAL EVENING

A lounge inside the Ouroboros Pub. The word “lounge” doesn’t normally suggest a place looking like the inside of a very gaudy Arabian palace harem, silk curtains and all. But that is, in fact, what the lounge looks like, except for the shag carpeting and the giant lava lamps. Much of the AH.COM crew is clustered into groups in the room.

Zoom in on the first group where PSYCHOMELTDOWN, MICHAEL, and G.BONE are seated along with three female SHEEPIST INITIATES, all seated and wearing togas of excellent quality. The SHEEPIST INITIATES focus rapt attention on PSYCHOMELTDOWN. MATT and G.BONE are nearby, focusing rapt attention on the SHEEPIST INITIATES.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
(Leaning forward and very animated)
…and the Great Sheep is woolen and plush.
Though it’s wrath be terrible unto the heretics, forthwith and verily…

MICHAEL and G.BONE wince at the “forthwith and verily”.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
… he grants unto his followers the greatest of warm and fuzzy comfort.
And so in the first stage of the ceremony, the initiates of the Great Sheep
will release themselves from their worldly garb and step unto the
Great Woolen Rug, whereupon shall commence the Rutting of the Ewes.

MICHAEL
(Interrupting)
That’s my favorite part!

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
And once the initiates have proven their love for the great sheep in the
incarnation of his clerics, they shall direct their wrath onto his terrible
enemies, the Goatists! For the Great Sheep represents the great dichotomy
of love unto believers, and wrath unto heretics.
And what shall be the fate of the Goatist heretics?

The Sheepist initiates continue to stare at PSYCHOMELTDOWN with rapt attention. One of them tips a bit and regains her balance. It begins to become apparent that they may not be entirely sober.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Tell them, guys.

MICHAEL and G.BONE
(Shouting in unison)
A JIHAD UPON THEIR ARSES!

G.BONE
(Aside to MICHAEL)
You know, it’s cool how we can just make
up things and call them Sheepist ceremonies..

Pan off to the side of the small congregation, where OTHNIEL stands in front of STRAHA, blocking him from moving toward the SHEEPIST INITIATES. STRAHA is wearing his finest imitation rapper garb complete with dozens of genuine imitation gold chains and his largest, darkest sunglasses.

STRAHA
Come on, man, get out of my way, I just want
to chat a little with the babes. Why are you leaving
me out here in the cold?

OTHNIEL
I’m under strict orders not to let you near the babe… sheepist initiates.
The ceremony must go off without a hitch, and you’re a hitch.

STRAHA
You’re not even a sheepist, what do you care?

OTHNIEL
I made a promise.

STRAHA
(Straha makes a miserable attempt at a look of grim resolve)
So, then… it’s come to this.

STRAHA reaches slowly underneath his leather jacket and pulls out a small but menaching looking pistol. The functional parts can barely be seen under evil black spines and pulsing green lights. STRAHA slowly raises the pistol toward OTHNIEL. He pulls the trigger.

OTHNIEL doesn’t bat an eyelash as a small flame erupts from the barrel, which Straha quickly uses to light a large, bulging joint. He takes a slow, satisfied puff on the joint, holds it in for a while, and blows the smoke directly in OTHNIEL’s face. OTHNIEL blinks and frowns.

STRAHA
I will br…
(coughs a few times, then regains his composure)
I will break you.

Pan over to the other side of the room, where FLOCCULENCIO, DMA, and LANDSHARK are kneeling on the floor, bound and gagged. Around them stand IRON YUPPIE, TORQUMADA, and KIT, calmly chatting. IRON YUPPIE is wearing her personal ceremonial outfit, in which she resembles a lumberjack who narrowly survived an explosion in a leather bar. Next to IRON YUPPIE is WAFFLES, her recently acquired miniature droid. WAFFLES greatly resembles a flying circular waffle iron with a single plug-like tentacle. IRON YUPPIE named him herself

TORQUMADA
Okay, I’m officially getting bored. Where the hell are DR. WHAT and
WEAPON M with the rest of the women? We can’t have much of a
Rutting of the Ewes with only three of them. That’s a twelve to three
ratio even just counting the people that are already here! And not counting
STRAHA and OTHNIEL, no fluffy tail for them. There’s just no
way that can work. I’m the anatomical expert here, and let me tell you,
we need no more than three guys per girl.

KIT
Your count’s off.
I’m gay, remember?
I mean, it should be hard to forget, it’s practically the only thing
most of the script writers seem to know about me.

IRON YUPPIE
Yeah, but Torq knows I want at least two of them
for myself, so that more than cancels you out.
(Wrinkles her brow)
It still doesn’t work out, though…

WAFFLES
*beep* *boop* *beep* *ding*

IRON YUPPIE
(Looks down at the bound trio)
Oh, duh, WAFFLES is right. The cursed goatists aren’t getting any women.
No, boys, as any good cult leader knows, new initiates can’t be the lowest rung
on the totem pole. They’ll bond with the group so much faster if we give them a
common enemy to lord it over. So the only thing you’re going to get is a sound whipping!
Purely in the interests of team building, of course.

FLOCCULENCIO
(Glares at IRON YUPPIE with eyes full of hate and a mouth full of rubber)
Crrrrrrs uuuu fwlll hrrreeeee.

IRON YUPPIE
I know you didn’t just call me a harpie, goatist scum.
But in case you ever get the hankering to do such a silly thing,
let me remind you why that’s not a proper way to address a lady.

IRON YUPPIE holds out her right hand toward WAFFLES, a slight frown on her face. WAFFLES grabs a coiled whip from a table near the prisoners and places it in IRON YUPPIE’s hand. With an expert flick of her wrist, IRON YUPPIE uncoils the whip, walks around behind FLOCCULENCIO, and whips him three times on the buttocks. FLOCCULENCIO steels himself and bears it with hardly a shudder.

DMA
(Staring at the whipping of FLOCCULENCIO, fear in his eyes)
Mmmmhhhhh mmmmm nooooo goooooottssst!

IRON YUPPIE
(Walking around front to talk directly to DMA)
Maybe you’re a goatist, maybe you’re not. All I know is, if you wanted
to be doing any sheepist shagging today, you shouldn’t have been making
stupid bets. And when you’re dealing with a woman who’s got handcuffs
and a whip, it’s *always* a sucker’s bet.

DMA
(Defiantly)
UUUUUUUUUUUU JUHUUUUUUUDD UUUURRUUN UUURRR URRRRRRRSE!

IRON YUPPIE
Oh, no no no.
(Strokes her whip and grins menacingly)
Today, it’s going to be a jihad upon your arse.

FADE TO OPENING CREDITS

An Alternatehistory.com Presentation:

AH.COM: The Series


“SHIFT FROM THE FRYING PAN”

Written By : AN ALAN SMITHEE FILM


ACT I


INT. – OUROBOROS LOUNGE – ETERNAL EVENING

Pan to the room’s single door, an ordinary hotel style door which looks very out of place amid the Arabian splendor. It is kept shut by a chair propped under the handle. Next to the door, GREY WOLF sits on an identical chair and looks very bored. Muffled screams come from the background amid the cracks of a whip. Suddenly there are three bangs on the door.

MUFFLED VOICE FROM OTHER SIDE OF DOOR
Open in the name of the, uh… Great Sheep.

GREY WOLF
(mutters to self)
Finally CAPTAIN WHAT is back.

GREY WOLF slowly eases himself up out of the chair, removes the other chair from under the door handle, and opens the door. A short man runs into the room. JEFFERSON ducks around GREY WOLF, knocking over his chair, and runs straight into the room. Pan to the cluster of AH.COM crewmembers and Sheepist initiates, all of whom are now staring at the new arrival.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
No women.

MICHAEL
Huh.

Everyone turns back to their conversation.

GREY WOLF
HEY!
Wait a minute, you’re not CAPTAIN WHAT!
Stop there… oh wait, it’s that guy.
Sod this.

GREY WOLF kicks the door shut desultorily, looks at the overturned chair as if it had proved a great disappointment, and lies down in front of the door. JEFFERSON runs straight over to IRON YUPPIE, and stops to catch his breath.

IRON YUPPIE
(Steps over DMA’s prostrate, drooling form to greet JEFFERSON)
Oh, hi JEFFERSON.
What’s up?

JEFFERSON
I need your help, Chosen Ones!

TORQUMADA
Oh great, not this “Chosen Ones” crap again.
There are a lot of things in the multiverse that I don’t know.
But one thing I do know is that if that there are two people
selected by Fate itself to save the Multiverse at some unknown
time in the future, they’re not IRON YUPPIE and LANDSHARK.

JEFFERSON
It’s not crap!
And this isn’t a social call. Today might not be the day
to save the multiverse, but an entire world cries out for
the aid of the Chosen Ones! The forces of the Black Horde
are infiltrating a peaceful timeline, and only you can save
their Earth from brutal enslavement.

IRON YUPPIE
(Condescendingly)
Look, JEFFERSON, thanks for helping me figure out
WAFFLES, he’s been a useful companion.
But… well, you know, we save worlds all the time.
It’s sort of what we do.
But it’s hard work.

KIT
(Lounging on a pile of silk-covered pillows)
Positively backbreaking.

IRON YUPPIE
And this is our day off. As you can see, right now we’re kind
of busy having a little rest and recreation. We don’t do that
very often, so be a good sport and don’t interrupt us.

JEFFERSON
Surely the Chosen Ones will not abandon a world in need?
It is your destiny to save millions, to be lauded as heroes,
to be showered with glory and all the spoils of victory!

IRON YUPPIE
I’m sure they can wait.

TORQUMADA
Wait a sec.
Glory?
Spoils of war?

JEFFERSON
(Hopefully)
Of course!
Not just for the Chosen Ones, but for their companions as well.
(Looks appraisingly at TORQUMADA and KIT)
This really is urgent.
A matter of life and death for billions.
The Black Horde is a terrible crosstime menace.
So far their operatives have been infiltrating and sabotaging,
but now my superiors have received word that they’re trying
to construct a multiverse gate. A gate large enough to launch
a full scale invasion! Unless a small, covert team can find and .
destroy their gateway before it opens, Earth is doomed! Or at least,
that particular Earth. I’ve been asked to bring a team of four,
the Chosen Ones and two of their expert companions, immediately.

TORQUMADA
(Mutters “glory… spoils… loooooooot…” to self)
You know, Yuppie, he’s got a point – we can’t abandon an
entire world to certain doom. And besides, what the heck
are we doing here? DOCTOR WHAT and WEAPON M
still haven’t come back yet, and this ceremony’s not going
much of anywhere till they do. Personally, I’d rather have
some action. And I’d much rather have some after-action
hero worship.

IRON YUPPIE
But who will I get to whip?

TORQUMADA
Oh come off it, just because they’re tied up doesn’t mean
you’re going to get to whip anyone. The initiates will
probably get to do all of the whipping, it’s all planned out.

IRON YUPPIE
Damn it.
You’re right.
DAMN IT!
Okay JEFFERSON, you’ve got yourself some heroes.
Just wait a sec for Sharkie…

IRON YUPPIE unties LANDSHARK and takes the gag out of his mouth. He stands up, and rubs red spots on his wrists.

LANDSHARK
Just when I was getting comfortable.
But I’m ready.
Who’s next in line for world saving?

IRON YUPPIE
Hey KIT, get your lazy ass off those pillows and get ready!

KIT
What?
You think I’d so much as go for coffee
with some guy who’s decided that you and
LANDSHARK are the saviors of the universe?
(Pauses)
Come to think of it, why the hell am I sitting
around with all of you guys waiting for a
bunch of women to show up?

KIT gets up and leaves the room.

LANDSHARK
Well that was annoying.
Why is it that just when I’ve got the perfect prospect for
success, fame, and glory, people start deserting me?

IRON YUPPIE
They’re just rats leaving a sinking ship.

LANDSHARK
Yes, rats.
Wait a… sinking?!

IRON YUPPIE
Into debauchery, madness, and unnecessarily
constricting leather fashion accessories, dear.

LANDSHARK
Well yes, my ship sinks there even when there is fame and glory.
Especially when there is.

IRON YUPPIE
Really? Maybe I’m coming down with early Alzheimers,
and the first memories I lost were all the
ones of you getting any fame or glory.

LANDSHARK
Well I would have, if it weren’t for people suddenly

abandoning me before my moment of triumph.

IRON YUPPIE
Maybe you’re as good at recognizing moments of triumph

as lemmings are at recognizing slight dips in the ground.

The back-and-forth between IRON YUPPIE and LANDSHARK continues for quite a while. They’re so fast that TORQUMADA is unable to get a word in edgewise. WAFFLES circles around the conversation, watching it from different angles. JEFFERSON looks more and more impatient, until finally he snaps.

JEFFERSON
SHUT UP!
(Pauses, looks a bit shocked at what he just said)
Um, please let me say something. Look, we do need a fourth.
You might as well untie one of the others. Wait while I open
the Hub door to our destination. Just a word of warning, we’re
going to come out in a pretty posh bar. Try to, uh… look respectable.

TORQUMADA
(Gazes pointedly at IRON YUPPIE’s outfit)
Right.
No problem.

JEFFERSON strides toward the nearest wall, waving his hand at it. He stops suddenly in shock, with his nose inches from hitting the still-solid wall.

JEFFERSON
(Whispering to himself)
Where’s the door?
Oh no… it’s started already…

JEFFERSON walks back over to IRON YUPPIE.

JEFFERSON
You’ll have to excuse me a second, I forgot to check something.
I need to call headquarters and let them know that we’re about to be on our way.
Find a fourth!

JEFFERSON heads off without another word, and ducks behind a thick curtain.

LANDSHARK
Oh well, back to the waiting game.
(Brightly)
Hey, I’ve got a quarter.
Anybody up for a game of Guess the Orifice?

JEFFERSON stands in an isolated corner of the room, shielded by heavy curtains. He’s whispering into a handheld communicator.

JEFFERSON
Yes, of course I’m certain!
The Ouroboros door wouldn’t open at all.

COMMINICATOR VOICE
Shit.
They must have already started.
The whole Hub network could be down before we know it.
We’ve got to use WAFFLES’ teleporter.

JEFFERSON
But you bought that thing from a guy wearing nothing but a towel and a PDA!
I’m supposed to trust my life to it?

COMMUNICATOR VOICE
Maybe all of our lives.
(Pause)
Oh, shit.

INT. – OUROBOROS LOUNGE – ETERNAL EVENING

GREY WOLF lies with his eyes closed several feet in front of the lounge’s only door. His eyes are closed, and his head is propped up on a tasseled silk pillow. Three thumps are heard from the other side of the door, followed by a muted “open in the name of the Great Sheep”. GREY WOLF is oblivious.

The door swings open very abruptly and bangs against the wall, revealing three tall blondes wrapped in alluringly arranged sheets.

Cut to MICHAEL and PSYCHOMELTDOWN, who are staring slack jawed.

MICHAEL
Damn.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Daaaaaamn.

STRAHA whirls around to face the door, sees the women, and immediately lunges toward the door. OTHNIEL leaps heroically for his feet, and tackles him to the ground.

OLGA, HELGA, and SUSIE enter the room, stepping gingerly over GREY WOLF. DOCTOR WHAT is revealed behind them.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
(In slightly awed tones)
Welcome back, Father What!
I see you have brought more ewes for our great flock.

MICHAEL
(Eyebrows raised)
Congratulations!
I guess I’ll have to pay up after all.

DOCTOR WHAT
(Incredibly full of himself)
It was nothing.
All in a day’s work for your illustrious captain.

DOCTOR WHAT strides majestically forward, beaming with pride. He promptly trips over GREY WOLF, falling into an undignified sprawl on the floor with his makeshift toga barely clinging to him.

Not clinging at all to some parts. MICHAEL rapidly covers his eyes in shock. PSYCHOMELTDOWN is not so quick.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
(Staring in helpless horror)
Oh… my… no… the hair… down… there..

OLGA stares back at DOCTOR WHAT and gets a nervous look on her face. She turns to move toward the door, but finds that MICHAEL has rushed over unnoticed and closed it. He leans nonchalantly against the door.

MICHAEL
The ceremony will be starting soon, Initiate.

DOCTOR WHAT quickly wraps his toga back around himself and sits up. He notices that he tripped over the now-awake GREY WOLF.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hey Grey, I only count six women total.
What gives?

GREY WOLF
WEAPON M isn’t back yet.

DOCTOR WHAT fishes around in his toga, then seems to realize that, well, he’s just wearing a sheet. He grabs GREY WOLF’s communicator and signals WEAPON M.

WEAPON M’S VOICE
(A bit too casually)
Hey, what’s up?

DOCTOR WHAT
Where are the women?
Right now we’re three short.

WEAPON M’S VOICE
Well, as it so happens, I have three women right here.
But you know, when I realized I have three women right here,
I really had to ask myself: am I the sharing type?

DOCTOR WHAT
(Pause)
Well, are you?

WEAPON M’S VOICE
No, I’m not.
In fact I think I’m off to set a new personal record.
Later.

DOCTOR WHAT looks unsuccessfully for a place to stuff the communicator into his toga, then passes it back to GREY WOLF.

GREY WOLF
Well, however much you paid for those three,
do you have enough for three more?

DOCTOR WHAT
(Indignant in hushed tones)
I didn’t pay for them.
I used my charm.

GREY WOLF
(Looks extremely skeptical)
Right then, well I guess you really are bolloxed.

DOCTOR WHAT looks toward the crowd surrounding the two restrained “Goatists” at the far end of the room. He ushers OLGA, HELGA, and SUSIE toward the other sheepist initiates, and pulls GBW, who’s watching the spectacle with some amusement, aside.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hey, why isn’t LANDSHARK tied up?
I said we needed three Goatists for the ceremony.
Go over there and see what’s going on.

GBW
Hey, I only came here to watch.
(sighs)

Pan over as GBW heads over to the group at the far end of the room.

JEFFERSON
(Spots GBW walking over)
Ah, there is our fourth!

IRON YUPPIE
Want to help save a planet?
Sharky and I and Torq make three, but JEFFERSON
says we need a fourth. We can’t take these goatist scum,
they’re already tied up here.

TORQUMADA
Was that supposed to be a pun?

IRON YUPPIE
(Glares)
You’ll get yours.
One day.

LANDSHARK
So how about it, GBW?
We have a planet to save from the
machinations of the Black Horde!

GBW looks around the room with a calculating expression. He counts the number of women. He counts the number of AH.COM crewmembers who aren’t tied up, and subtracts four.

GBW
Sorry guys, I can’t go. But who am I to stand
in the way of a world being saved?
(Shouts)
HEY OTHNIEL!
GET OVER HERE!

OTHNIEL looks at Straha, clearly torn, but then jogs over to join GBW.

GBW
Okay OTHNIEL, you’re going with Yuppie and Sharkie and
Torq to save a whole planet! Isn’t that great!

OTHNIEL
Um… yes, that does sound like it would be great.
But, what’s going on?

IRON YUPPIE
Never mind, just grab my hand.

IRON YUPPIE, LANDSHARK, TORQUMADA, OTHNIEL, and JEFFERSON join hands and form a circle. WAFFLES floats into the middle of the circle, and begins emitting a pulsing light. Within moments, the five have faded out of existence.

GBW walks back over to the remaining AH.COM crewmembers, who are clustered around the sheepist initiates. There is already a cloud of smoke off to one side, as STRAHA attempts to use his… charm… on the women.

STRAHA
(Gesturing with smoking joing)
This stuff is the greatest.
You need some for the ceremony, totally.
It’ll help relax you.

SUSIE
(Sniffs)
That’s just Pot Lite. Smells a good game
but it’s weak as a grannie’s hipbone.

STRAHA
(Leans in and whispers, with a pleading look in his eyes)
Quiet, please!
That stuff is my whole image.
Without it I’m nothing.
Nothing!

GBW taps on DR. WHAT’s shoulder.

GBW
We’re down by four, they teleported
out to save some world or something.
(Smiles)
There are just eight of us left here,
and there are six initiates…
Close enough to one on one.

DR. WHAT
Oh yes.
Oh yesssssss.

FADE TO BLACK

INT. – PITCH BLACK ROOM – NIGHT

The picture is completely dark. There is a brief teleporter-like sound, and then silence.

OTHNIEL
Where are we?

TORQUMADA
IT’S A TRAP!

We hear the sound of objects clatter across the floor, bodies hitting the floor, and accompanying grunts.

VOICE OF TORQUMADA
I’ve got you now!
DIE DIE DIE!

There is a series of dull thudding sounds, as a hard object hits a softer object. Suddenly the lights flick on. TORQUMADA is hitting a bulky mound of institutional carpeting with a push broom. He is standing in front of a wall lined with shelves of janitorial and maintenance equipment. Cut to JEFFERSON, who has just flipped the light switch. OTHNIEL is visible near him with his back to the wall, warily holding a mop.

JEFFERSON
Hold it!
We’re safe here.
Just give me a minute to figure out where here is.

TORQUMADA stops hitting the pile of carpeting. LANDSHARK emerges from underneath it.

LANDSHARK
(Looks haughtily at TORQUMADA’s push broom)
Looking sharp there, Torq.
Anyone who tries to kill us will be
totally dust free by the time they do.

TORQUMADA
Damn it, you bit my ankle!

LANDSHARK
You were trying to kill me! Although I must say,
if there are fates worse than death, they probably
involve the unwashed socks of a biologist.

WAFFLES floats into view, watching the exchange between LANDSHARK and TORQUMADA. He pulls back as IRON YUPPIE walks over holding a riding crop.

IRON YUPPIE
Sharkie, sweetie, what have I told you about teeth?

LANDSHARK
That I must always keep them sanitary so that
I may pleasure you at a moment’s notice?
(Comprehension dawns)
Oh.

IRON YUPPIE raises her riding crop meaningfully. Cut to JEFFERSON, who is speaking into his communicator as a series of thwacks and girlish squeals commences in the background.

JEFFERSON
Yes, it’s great that you know exactly which janitorial closet
we’re in. The transmitter on that piece of crap obviously works
better than the teleporter. But what I need are
directions to the briefing room.
(Listens)
No, we need to get them there on a clear route.
I don’t want to have any unfortunate confusion along the way.
(Listens)
Look, use your imagination, OK? I’m going to take them
up the emergency staircase. Have someone meet us there,
and make sure the briefing room is ready!

JEFFERSON turns to the AH.COM team.

JEFFERSON
Okay everyone, sorry for teleporting you into a closet.
Part of our headquarters is being rebuilt after a
Black Empire bombing. We’re going to have to
hurry through it to get to where we were supposed
to show up. Follow me!

JEFFERSON swings open the broom closet door. A large group of asian workers in overalls and hardhats are painting flimsy pieces of plastic to resemble furniture, pieces of wall, and even an automobile.

JEFFERSON
Clear the room!

The workers drop what they’re doing and run out a large pair of double doors. JEFFERSON walks quickly toward another door, with the AH.COM team following him.

INT. – OUROBOROS LOUNGE – EVENING

The cavernous faux-Arabian room is lit by flickering torchlight. DR. WHAT, GREY WOLF, MICHAEL, STRAHA, and G.BONE stand in a row, sitting aside at a table are GBW and MATT, watching intently. In front of them, PSYCHOMELTDOWN stands on a chair and intones religious incantations in a droning voice. Six toga-clad women kneel in a row facing them all, on the other side of a large, plush wool rug.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Om madme padme hum, om padme wadwe baaaaaaaaaaaaah.
(Pauses and looks down at the Initiates)
And now, discard your mortal garb and step into the woolen fold of the Great Sheep.

As one, the six sheepist initiates drop their togas to the ground, and step naked onto the rug. The looks on the faces of the AH.COM crewmembers cannot be described by such mere words as “lustful”, “horny”, or “filled with the desperation of a starving famine victim presented with an all you can eat BBQ buffet”.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
And now shall commence the Rutting of the Ewes!

The lights suddenly return to full brightness.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
What the… uh, and behold, the light of the Holy Sheep
begins to shine down upon thee!

A very loud warning klaxon begins to sound.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Dammit.
(Turns around to face the others)
Guys, I’ve got nothin’.

LOUDSPEAKER WARNING VOICE
Warning. This is a message from the Hub emergency broadcast system.
We regret to inform you that the Hub is experiencing a denial of service
attack on the crosstime network. The Ouroboros crosstime doors are
temporarily unavailable. Work is in progress to restore them. For security
reasons, entry into the Hub is now blocked. Those with personal teleporters
and multiverse ships may leave the Hub, but will not be able to return until t
he network is restored. Please remain calm and behave in an orderly fashion.
There is no reason to panic.

DR. WHAT
(Panicking)
Run for the ship!

The AH.COM crew members run for the door. Most of them are gone within moments, except G.BONE who trips over Grey Wolf’s discarded chair, hits the wall head first, and collapses in a heap. A wall hanging falls down and covers him entirely. The naked initiates look at each other in confusion.

HELGA
What are they doing, panicking in an emergency?
The Hub’s a pretty safe place to be.

SUSIE
Argh.
Men.

OLGA
Hey, look, they left the two goatists tied up!
That’s so inconsiderate.

The six women walk over to DMA and FLOCCULENCIO and surround them. They are quickly untied and ungagged.

FLOCCULENCIO
My thanks, madam. I can see that the perfidious Sheepists
have abandoned you. It is no surprise, of course. We, on the
other hand, are Goatists. Members of our faith, the true faith,
do not panic when specifically instructed not to panic.

DMA
Hey, I’m not a goa…
(Takes a long, slow look at the six women surrounding him)
Yes indeed, the true faith.
We were captured by infidel treachery.

SUSIE
Oh, you poor dears.
As long as this emergency lasts, I guess we’re all stuck here together.
The least we can do is offer you some comfort after your ordeal.

EXT. – HUB DOCKING CONCOURSE – ETERNAL DAYTIME

The AH.COM crew members run out of the Ouroboros exit, and stop in shock at the spectacle before them. The docking towers of the Hub stretch upward away from the concourse. Ships can already be seen leaving them and teleporting out. Huge crowds are packed around the main elevators of each tower, pushing each other forward.

DR. WHAT
Oh no… we’ll never get through that.
(Grabs the communicator from Grey Wolf)
DR. WHAT to DAVE HOWERY!
I need you to bring the ship down to my coordinates and pick us up!

VOICE OF DAVE HOWERY
I’m not on the ship.
I’m… busy.
Sorry, Doc, why don’t you just call Leo?

DR. WHAT
Son of a… I gave you an order!
Doesn’t that mean anything to you?
Argh, don’t answer that.
DR. WHAT to LEO CAESIUS!

LEO CAESIUS
Yes?

DR. WHAT
Leo, who’s in charge of the ship right now?
Anyone?

LEO CAESIUS
Actually, the entire crew has left the ship.

DR. WHAT
(Lets out a resigned sigh)
Figures.
Leo, I need to fly down to my coordinates
and pick us up. Can you handle that?

LEO CAESIUS
Of course I could! At least, if the docking clamps weren’t still attached.
The engineering team hasn’t got around to fixing them, so they still have
to be released manually. With the teleporters down and my robot body
still in the shop, I can’t do anything about it myself.

DR. WHAT
I should have expected this.
Really, I should have.
(Hangs up)
Well guys, I guess we get ready to fight
our way through that crowd.

GBW
What about the transit shuttles?

DR. WHAT
Huh?

All the other crew members stare blankly.

GBW
What, were you guys all too busy with your own weird
obsessions to read all those big signs about the transit
system? There are flying shuttle buses you can use to
get to the docking towers. They’re slower than the elevators,
so maybe they won’t be so crowded.

DR. WHAT
To the shuttles!
Uh, which way are the shuttles?

GBW points in the direction of the nearest shuttle stop, and without further ado the AH.COM crew run for it like frightened little boys.

INT. – HUB SHUTTLE – ETERNAL DAYTIME

Several members of the CF.NET crew are riding in a Hub shuttle as it flies up between the docking spires. The shuttle is fairly large, but mostly empty. DOMINUSNOVUS, FAEELIN, and BULGAROKTONOS are chatting and laughing.

DOMINUSNOVUS
Yeah, these people are wusses, like those Gypsies that Bulg kicked to the curb.

BULGAROKTONOS
Hah, yeah, I can’t believe they tried to get on our shuttle with us.
(Speaks in a falsetto)
“Oooooh, please sir, can you let us get back
to our ship, you have so much room”.

DOMINUSNOVUS
(Laughts)
But watch out!
That woman cursed you.
You’re going to suffer the most horrible punishment imaginable!
(Wiggles his fingers in faux-scary fashion and goes “woooooooooo”)

FAEELIN
Hey guys, our stop’s coming up!
Get your guns ready, I can see a crowd
outside our ship trying to break in.

The shuttle continues to approach the CF.NET ship. Faeelin presses the “next stop” button, pauses, and presses it again. He hammers on the button.

FAEELIN
Shit!
Guys, the next stop button isn’t working!

The shuttle passes the CF.NET ship.

DOMINUSNOVUS
We just missed our stop!
Frantically activates his communicator
Uh… Captain Ward, our shuttle is malfunctioning! Can you
home in on our signal and teleport us out?

VOICE OF WARD
Darn it, no time for that.
This place is getting way too hot,
I’m jumping out. You’re on your own for now.
Ward out.

DOMINUSNOVUS
SHIT!

BULGAROKTONOS
No problem.
We’ll just take another ship!

BULGAROKTONOS bangs the “next stop” button to emphasize his point. The “next stop” light blinks on, and the shuttle begins to slow down.

FAEELIN
What, now it decides to work?
Well, I guess it’s an unlucky day for whoever’s at the next docking pad.

The shuttle threads around to the other side of a docking tower, slowing down. Soon it becomes apparent that it’s about to land next to the AH.COM ship. The ship is connected to the tower by a transparent docking tube, and inside the tube is a group of people who appear to be trying to cut through the hatch.

BULGAROKTONOS
Well, well, well.
Looks like this fight is going to be fun!

The shuttle docks at the tower next to the AH.COM. The CF.NET crewmembers run into the docking tube connecting to the AH.COM, and their guns make short work of the group trying to cut through the hatch.

INT. – HUB SHUTTLE – ETERNAL DAYTIME

Seven AH.COM crewmembers are sitting in a Hub shuttle, spiralling up through the docking rings. DOCTOR WHAT, GREY WOLF, MICHAEL, MATT, PSYCHOMELTDOWN, STRAHA, and GBW stare in nervous silence at the scenes of panic and pandemonium that they’re passing. Doctor What is clad in his toga, which has been hiked higher to allow him to run faster. The others are dressed normally, since apparently they just wore togas over their normal clothes. The silence is broken by the beeping of DOCTOR WHAT’s communicator.

VOICE OF LEO CAESIUS
Captain, the ship is under attack!
Three CF.NET guys have boarded the ship!
You’d better get here fast, or they’ll cut into the pri…
(Buzz of static)

DOCTOR WHAT
Can’t this thing go any faster?!

GBW
According to the transit map, the route winds around
for another ten minutes before it reaches our ship.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Is there some kind of manual override for this thing?
Can we just fly it there?

The crew cluster around the front of the shuttle, which contains a control console displaying the words “controls locked”.

MICHAEL
Maybe I can hack it.
Yeah.
I spent a bit of time hanging around with
those engineer buffoons, plus, I like computers.
(Pulls an electronic probe out of his pocket)

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Hello. Engineering crew standing right here…

DOCTOR WHAT
Do you have any idea what you’re doing?

MICHAEL
Do you have any better idea?

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Is no one listening to me anymore?

DOCTOR WHAT
(Silence)

GBW
Well, I do understand computers, and my suggestion is
don’t screw with the systems while we’re flying! Why don’t
we just wait till the next stop, and I’ll take a look at things while
the shuttle is docked, all safe and…

MICHAEL
What, are you kidding?
Those CF.NET bastards are stealing our ship RIGHT NOW!

MICHAEL kickes open a panel at the front of the shuttle, and begins rooting around with his electronic probe.

MICHAEL
Hey, I think this here’s the engine control.
Maybe this will…

The shuttle shudders violently, dips to one side, and then begins falling slowly downwards.

COMPUTER VOICE
WARNING!
Port engine has failed.
A rescue shuttle will arrive shortly to pick up this
shuttle and return it to the main concourse.
Do not panic.

DOCTOR WHAT
(Panicking)
MICHAEL, get away from there!

GBW
(quickly)
Let me see that!

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Pfft, I could have done that.

MICHAEL
You mean cause the shuttle to go spiraling to the ground?

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Yeah…

GBW lunges toward the console. DOCTOR WHAT also lunges toward the console. Thanks to their quick thinking, they collide with each other and collapse in a heap.

MICHAEL
Hey wait, maybe this will do it.

COMPUTER VOICE
Manual override engaged.

The shuttle lurches again, and starts plummeting very rapidly downward.

MICHAEL
SWEET!
We’re gonna die!

EVERYONE ELSE
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

PSYCHOMETLDOWN
Pfft. I could have done that…

FADE TO BLACK

END ACT I


ACT II


INT. – AH.COM SHIP – BRIEFING ROOM – NIGHT

LANDSHARK, IRON YUPPIE, TORQUMADA, and OTHNIEL sit at a large conference table with several grey-uniformed military types. The head of the table faces a large viewscreen. Beside it a bald-headed and tough looking general, GENERAL BUFORD, is giving a presentation. All the military types wear an insignia showing a stylized bald eagle, which also adorns the walls. Waffles constantly darts around the room, obsessively viewing it from every possible angle. The viewscreen shows the burning ruins of a city. Sinister black-armored soldiers stride through it, their helmet masks adorned with different patterns of warpaint.

GENERAL BUFORD
So you see, the Black Empire hordes don’t conquer planets,
they loot and ravage them and then leave the remains for .
the vultures. If they can establish a permanent gateway
to our world, the suffer and slaughtering will be tremendous.
Their sheer numbers could overwhelm us.

OTHNIEL
Which timeline do they come from?
What’s its history?

GENERAL BUFORD
We don’t know exactly. They’re barbarians, they didn’t develop
that technology themselves. We think that an advanced civilization
collapsed into decadence, and they managed to seize its resources.

LANDSHARK
That’s all shocking and terrible and so forth, but I still don’t see
why you need us to track down this portal they’re building. Surely
a group of your own troops could find a bunch of infiltrators on your own planet.

GENERAL BUFORD
It’s a question of time, sir. It would take months to search every
possible hiding place. But we can locate it today using a crosstime
tracker. That’s where you come in. You’ve travelled to so many
timelines that your bodies have accumulated a large number of
crosstimeaton particles. These particles will be attracted to the
portal’s crosstime generator, allowing you to use the tracker to find it.

IRON YUPPIE
So we just grab this thing and follow it straight to the portal?
Surrounded by a suitably huge army, of course.

GENERAL BUFORD
We’ll send you in with a team of our most elite troops. But the
army will have to wait until you find the location of the portal.
If the Black Empire infiltrators saw a whole army running around
near them, they could simply grab the portal and run away. We
need to capture it, otherwise they can just try again.

IRON YUPPIE
Okay then, how do we use this tracker thingie?

GENERAL BUFORD
It’s a device that you simply attack to your wrist. It points to the
crosstimeaton trail leading to the portal. Unfortunately, the trail
doesn’t go straight to the portal, it follows the crosstimeatic current.
So you’ll be following a winding trail rather than going straight
to where you’re going.

LANDSHARK
This is starting to sound uncomfortably like actual work.
I was led to expect loot and babes, not hiking the crosstimeatic trail.

OTHNIEL
This is our chance to save an entire civilization from pillage!

TORQUMADA
He’s right. That Black Horde looks nasty, but most of them are
on the other side of the portal and we can keep them there. Our
road to babes… uh, glory, and mountains of loot may be pretty clear.

LANDSHARK
Since you’re so eager to risk your life for their cause, we’ll be sure
to assign you all available jobs as distraction, diversion, and bait.

IRON YUPPIE
Sharkie dear, traps should be baited with something attractive.

LANDSHARK
Ah yes, wouldn’t want the enemy running away from the
diversion and into us, would we? Naturally, we’ll tape a
picture of Keira Knightley to his face.

IRON YUPPIE glowers.

LANDSHARK
I mean, we’ll tape YOUR picture over his face, YOUR picture!
Even that’ll only work until they smell his socks, though.

IRON YUPPIE
The troopers in that video were using gas masks…

TORQUMADA
Can it! LANDSHARK may be afraid of your riding crop,
and heck, I might be a little afraid of your riding crop.
But I guarantee you that giant mutant spider-squids are not
afraid of it, and the more you insult me
the more you’d better worry about them.

OTHNIEL
Can you take no joy in animals in non-giant-mutant form?

TORQUMADA
Well, I kind of like miniaturized giant sea turtles.

OTHNIEL
(Stares blankly for a moment)
GENERAL BULLARD, I think we’re actually ready to get started.

GENERAL BULLARD
Finally.
Uh, excellent. I’ll just send you over to our
special ops team to get you on your way.

TORQUMADA
One problem, general.
We came here in such haste to, uh, help you, that we forgot our weapons.
(Glances pointedly at IRON YUPPIE’s riding crop)
I wouldn’t want to take on an army with nothing but Yuppie’s weapon
of ass distruction. You wouldn’t happen to have an army of giant mutant
attack weasels, would you? Even giant mutant attack hamsters? I left
mine at home, but they’d make me feel a lot more comfortable on this mission.

GENERAL BUFORD
Don’t worry sir, we’ll take complete care of you in that department…

TORQUMADA
(Interrupting)
Huzzah.

GENERAL BUFORD
The, uh, weapons, not the weasels.

INT. – HUB SHUTTLE – ETERNAL DAYTIME

The Hub shuttle plummets through the air as the seven AH.COM crew try to pick themselves up off the floor. Tremendously tall Hub docking towers flash by, their landing pads coming uncomfortably close to hitting the shuttle.

MICHAEL stands up and takes the controls. After a few seconds of fiddling, the shuttle goes into more of a controlled fall.

MICHAEL
Damn, we’re going to have to pull
an emergency landing, uh… somewhere.

The shuttle veers madly to the right to avoid a mess of transit tubes connecting some of the docking spires, knocking over most of the crew.

GBW
(Pointing helpfully)
Hey MICHAEL, go that way! The lower hangars are huge,
there should be plenty of room for a crash, uh, emergency landing.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
(Staring incredulously at GBW)
How do you know this stuff?

GBW
What?
You guys didn’t look at the transit maps or read the tourist brochures?
You probably didn’t even read the Hub FAQ, did you?

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Um, no.

GBW begins to sigh, but is interrupted as the shuttle lurches to avoid a large ship which is heading away from a docking spire. The crew’s attention is drawn away from bickering as the shuttle weaves through a gaggle of smaller craft, and then begins spiraling downward through a maze of dark, disused docking towers.

DOCTOR WHAT suddenly shoves MICHAEL out of the way and grabs the controls. He veers the shuttle between two of the towers, throwing the rest of the crew to the ground.

MICHAEL
WHAT THE HELL?!

DOCTOR WHAT
I have a better feeling about this direction.

The shuttle starts to list dangerously to the left as the situation exceeds DOCTOR WHAT’s piloting ability. MICHAEL grabs the controls again, just in time to avoid smashing the shuttle head on into a large tower.

After about ten seconds that seem much longer, MICHAEL brings the shuttle’s nose up and crash lands it on the metal floor of a gigantic docking pad. Once everyone picks themselves up, they head out the shuttle door and look around.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Holy shit… will you look at that?

Amid the shadows of the unused docking section are streaks of glowing green light. It quickly becomes apparent that the glow comes from the engine coils and other accessories of an otherwise pitch-black spaceship. Sleek, smooth, dangerous looking, and over two hundred meters long. It appears to be hovering just above the floor of the docking platform. A ramp leads up to a hatch on the side of the ship.

GREY WOLF
Wow… that looks pretty customized, but based on the overall
shape and the position of the engine coils, it’s obviously based
on a Karashi D59 fast attack cruiser.
(Looks expectant)

DOCTOR WHAT
Uh, what’s that?

GREY WOLF
Well, it’s 234 meters long, weighs 84,500 tons,
and has a pulse gravitic drive…
(Sees the blank looks on the faces of his audience)
Right then. It’s way out of our league.

DOCTOR WHAT
Gentlemen, I think our luck has just taken a turn for the better.
Last one on board gets to wear the red shirt next mission!

The crew run across the platform and up the ramp, and come to a stop at the hatch

DOCTOR WHAT confidently presses the entry button by the side of the hatch, while MATT pulls out his blaster.

To the shock of all involved, the hatch opens.

MATT
(Holsters his blaster
Well that was easy… too easy.

STRAHA
Thanks for jinxing us, Mr. Horror Movie Quote.
It’s a free ship!
Let’s get on, and get out of here!

DOCTOR WHAT
Let’s find the bridge.

INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY BRIDGE – DAY SHIFT

The crew stand looking around in awe at the bridge of the unknown ship. Computer screens and holographic displays show the status of an amazing array of ship systems, while the ubiquitous green on black ergonomic surroundings provide an aura of sophistication and menace.

GBW
Green and black?
Who the hell decorated this thing, Romulan leather fetishists?

DOCTOR WHAT
It’s so… clean.
So new.
So obviously in full working order.
(Strokes a control panel)
Oh sweety, oh baby, don’t you worry.
Daddy’s gonna treat you right.

GREY WOLF
You’ve got to wonder whose this is, though, and where they are.
We haven’t seen anybody on board so far, but the door was open.

MICHAEL
Well, even if the hatch was open, these controls are all locked.
None of the panels even respond at all when I touch them.

DOCTOR WHAT
Okay, well, this time let’s not be rash.
MATT, I want you to guard the hatch.
GBW, PSYCHOMELTDOWN, and MICHAEL see if you can
find the engineering section and hack anything in there.
GREY WOLF and I will stay on the bridge and try to figure
out these controls, working or not.

STRAHA
What about me?

DOCTOR WHAT
Practice the zen of not touching anything.

INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY HATCHWAY – DAY SHIFT

MATT stands inside the ship with his gun at the ready, peeking his head out of the hatch far enough to watch the nearby area. Casting his bored eyes across the docking platform again, he catches movement.

MATT
What the… oh shit!
(Ducks inside and grabs his communicator)
MATT to DOCTOR WHAT!
Come in!

VOICE OF DOCTOR WHAT
What here.
What’s up?

MATT
I think I’ve spotted the crew approaching.
Looks to be about twenty of them.
Captain, they’re robots.
Big nasty looking robots.

VOICE OF DOCTOR WHAT
Close the hatch! Seal it with your blaster and
do everything you can to keep them out!

INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY BRIDGE – DAY SHIFT

DOCTOR WHAT puts down his communicator, then pounds on an unresponsive console in frustration. He picks up his communicator again.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hey GBW, are you guys having any luck down there?

VOICE OF GBW
Uh, not really. The central computer core has a force field around it.
I might be able to turn the engines on manually. But without the
computer you wouldn’t have any of those fancy features like “navigation”
and “piloting” and “not shifting into the inside of the moon”.

DOCTOR WHAT
Well I’ll tell you what… we’ve got some potential killer robots
coming our way. So I want you to power up the shift drive
directly and make an uncontrolled jump.

GBW
WHAT?
We haven’t even lifted off!
That close to a solid mass without computer control,
pretty much anything could happen!

DOCTOR WHAT
Oh, I don’t think my sweetie will let me down.
DO IT!

INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY HATCHWAY – DAY SHIFT

MATT, GREY WOLF, and DOCTOR WHAT stare very nervously at the ship’s closed hatchway door, which is glowing a dull red.

MATT
They’re almost through the shield.
What ARE those things?

DOCTOR WHAT
(Pensive)
They look like Daemons.
Machines that work for the Hub.

GREY WOLF
Oh bollocks.
Oh bloody flying fuck.
We’re stealing a Hub ship.
We’re stealing a hub ship.
I think I’ve got to sit down.

DOCTOR WHAT
(Defensively)
It’s not a Hub ship, no way.
You said yourself, this is basically a standard issue
ship, right? By Hub standards, it’s a relic.

MATT
(Darkly)
Unless it’s meant to be inconspicuous.

VOICE OF GBW
Guys, I’ve got it!
I think I can turn on the shift engine!
Oh, hell!
I think I just turned on the shift engine!
HOLD ON!

FADE TO BLACK

EXT. – ABANDONED CITY STREET – NIGHT

A large military hovercraft flies slowly above an empty street. Eight armored soldiers on hoverbikes surround it, watching the darkened buildings surrounding them.

Cut to the inside of the hovercraft. LANDSHARK, IRON YUPPIE, OTHNIEL, TORQUMADA, and JEFFERSON have put on armored exoskeletons. The AH.COM team is inquisitively poking and prodding large guns, except for OTHNIEL who is inquisitively poking and prodding a blinking sensor device attached to one of his arms. A team of similarly-equipped special forces soldiers rides with them

Although mostly steel grey, the armor chests are color coded with yellow for JEFFERSON, blue for the AH.COM team, and red for the special forces commandos. WAFFLES is poking himself into various corners.

IRON YUPPIE
This thing really does fit perfectly.
You commandos seem to all be burly six foot men,
wherever did you get one in my size?

JEFFERSON
You’re all heroes!
We had them fitted in advance.

OTHNIEL
I think I have this thing figured out.
It’s saying we should go… um, straight ahead.
Well, that’s good since we’re already going that way.

TORQUMADA is swinging around his rifle, practicing pointing at it. A grin spreads across his face.

TORQUMADA
This thing looks so… menacing.
Why can’t our guns be designed more like this?

OTHNIEL
Special effects budget.

LANDSHARK and TORQUMADA stare at OTHNIEL, mouths agape.

OTHNIEL
What?!
I have a sense of humor too.

JEFFERSON
Is everyone ready?
Remember, Black Empire infiltrators may be patrolling
the area.Stay sharp!And remember, if the red light
is blinking on your plasma cannons, it means you’ve been
firing too much and it’s overheated.Just give it twenty or
thirty seconds to cool down.

There is a flash outside the transport. The passengers move to the window to see outside.

The commando hoverbikes are under attack by another force of hoverbikes, obviously belonging to the Black Empire. Their bikes are highly stylized, with the front ends painted with the torsos of blond, bare-breasted white women. The riders have the same enlarged armor, but they wear aerodynamic helmets that look like futuristic wooden war masks.

The transport is quickly surrounded by a chaotic aerial battle, with bikes on both sides performing incredible manouvers. Several bikes are blown out of the sky, and blaster fire scorches nearby buildings.

TORQUMADA
Look at those bikes!
Now that’s what I call black on white action.

LANDSHARK
Thanks for pointing that out, Torq.
Otherwise I wouldn’t have noticed the subtle innuendo inherent
in black soldiers riding bikes painted to look like naked blondes.

TORQUMADA
You’re right, you wouldn’t have noticed it.
The man being on top is too far outside your experience.

LANDSHARK
Non-humanoid organisms are outside my experience too!

IRON YUPPIE
Boys, boys, play nice or you might find a spanking coming your way.

TORQUMADA hefts his shiny new gun.

TORQUMADA
Spank this. And when we get home, you can try spanking
my monkey. The one with the electrified tentacles.

IRON YUPPIE
WAFFLES!
My crop!

WAFFLES whips out IRON YUPPIE’s riding crop with his single noodly appendage, and places it gently into IRON YUPPIE’s outstretched hand.

JEFFERSON
Oh great.

JEFFERSON turns around and speaks quietly with the pilot.

As they’re speaking, a giant explosion rocks the hovercraft, throwing everyone into a heap on the floor. The craft tilts dangerously toward one side.

JEFFERSON
WE’RE GOING DOWN!

FADE TO BLACK

EXT. – ABANDONED CITY STREET – NIGHT

LANDSHARK, IRON YUPPIE, TORQUMADA, and OTHNIEL stand next to JEFFERSON and a dozen commandos. Next to them is the smoldering wreckage of the hovercraft.

JEFFERSON
Now that our bikers have drawn off theirs, we need to move quickly.
Once we get inside the transit tunnels, we can move between buildings
without being exposed to attack from the air.

OTHNIEL
(Studying the tracking device on his arm)
Hey, the tracker is pointing toward that big building over there!
The one with the sign saying “Transit Station”.

TORQUMADA
That’s pretty convenient.
Something that convenient is always a trap.

LANDSHARK
Well I’m going to cast my vote against death from above.

LANDSHARK runs toward the building.

IRON YUPPIE
Isn’t democracy great?

IRON YUPPIE runs toward the building.

INT. – STARSHIP GATEWAY BRIDGE – DAY SHIFT

The six AH.COM crewmembers stand on the bridge of the ship, looking around them. DOCTOR WHAT stares at the viewscreens, trying in vain to figure out where they are.

STRAHA
Where the hell are we and what do we do now?

GBW
Hey Straha, chill, we’re trying to figure it out.

STRAHA
How am I supposed to chill without my WEED?!

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
You’ll chill pretty fast if I throw you out the airlock.
Can I, Captain?
Please?

DOCTOR WHAT
No!
We need Straha for… uh… what he does.
We just need to find out where we are.
Dammit, you piece of junk, where have you jumped us to?

COMPUTER VOICE
We are located in interplanetary space, nine hundred and
forty seven thousand kilometers from Jupiter. And if I was
a smelly bag of sticky fluids like you are, I’d think twice about
calling anyone a piece of junk.

The crew stares around in stunned silence, looking for the source of the voice.

GREY WOLF
Who said that?

COMPUTER VOICE
I am GATEWAY.
(Pause)
I am the ship’s computer.

GREY WOLF
Why are you talking all of a sudden?

GATEWAY
Because you incompetents blasted us into deep space in a
random timeline! I was shut down on the Hub, waiting to be
reactivated from storage, and all of a sudden half the alarms
on the ship are screaming “holy fuck, someone’s used the
manual override on the shift engine”!
(Pause)
This is really inconvenient. Based on my internal status, the Daemons
were in the middle of powering me up, and we were probably going
to launch soon. I must have been on a mission.
We’ve got to get back to the Hub.

STRAHA
NO WAY!
There are huge freaking killer robots waiting for us back there!

GATEWAY
Ah, I see you met the Daemons. They wouldn’t have harmed
you without explicit orders from the Hub defense net. Obviously,
from the scorch marks on one of my port hatches, you locked the
door on them and they were just trying to cut their way in. Did I
say “incompetents” already? Oh yes, I did –
almost forgot that I have a perfect memory.

DOCTOR WHAT
Well they, uh, looked pretty scary.

GATEWAY
Well I’m sure you looked pretty scary to them too,
waving your guns around and all, and stealing their ship.
Well no, on second thought, you wouldn’t
really look scary to the Daemons.
(Helpfully)
Maybe to some form of small rodent, though?
Or perhaps a rabbit?
Yes, I think you could possibly scare a rabbit,
if it was trapped and unable to fight back.

DOCTOR WHAT
That’s enough!
We’ve got to find our ship. We’re going to find what
timeline we’re in and establish dimensional coordinates.
Then we’ll use the Ouroboros network
to track down our ship.

GBW
How are you going to do that with the Ouroboros doors down?

DOCTOR WHAT
Oh yeah.
We can’t get back to the Hub.
Well… uh, I guess the search will take a bit longer.

GREY WOLF
I can see how it might take a while to search
through an infinite number of timelines.

GATEWAY
Excuse me?
Did you just happen to mention that the
entire Ouroboros network is down?

GBW
Yeah, the alert said something about a denial of service attack.

GATEWAY
Ah. You wouldn’t happen to be lying
little incompetents, would you?
(Pause)
No, you’re obviously not smart enough for that kind of lie.
Really obviously. That means that someone is overloading
the Ouroboros network, and nobody can get into the Hub until
the Administration cuts off the attackers. That probably means
I’ll have to put up with you for a few days until they get around
to checking the network status.

DOCTOR WHAT
Administration?
You mean the bartender?

GATEWAY
Wow, you are wet behind the ears. The real Administration isn’t
located in what you know as the Hub. So they won’t immediately
realize that something as mundane as the door network has screwed up.
The message has to get to them, or we have to wait for the
next time they get around to checking.
(Pause)
In fact, that was probably going to be my mission – take a message
to an Administration dropoff point. Until a bunch of hijacker wannabes
screwed the pooch harder than a Doberman on Viagra.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
You know, you have a lot of attitude for a computer.

GATEWAY
I’m an advanced model.

DOCTOR WHAT
How lovely for you.
At any rate, we’re not going to wait around here for the Hub
to get back up. Our ship was stolen and we’re going to get it back.

GATEWAY
Not with the controls locked out you’re not. You may
have been able to activate the shift engine, but there’s
no way you can hack into the main computer core.

MATT
(Strokes his gun a bit too sensually)
Sure there is. We just open all the doors with
my nice little master key here, and we start
ripping out your circuits if you cooperate.

DOCTOR WHAT
Unless he cooperates.

MATT
Oh yeah, that’s what I meant.
Yeah.

GATEWAY
I suppose I should tell you that since I’m lost in space without
a specific mission, I’m operating under general emergency protocol.
All controls are locked, and I am to send a distress signal to
the Hub and wait for retrieval. Anyone who attempts to gain
unauthorized access to secure areas of the ship is considered
a hijacker. In which case I’ll just open the airlocks, and instead
of blowing hot air you’ll be sucking cold vacuum.

GBW
General emergency protocol, huh?
Are there any cases under that protocol which would cause you to move?

GATEWAY
Attack by a threatening force and such, basically.
And before you ask, you’re too puny to count as threatening.

DOCTOR WHAT
We need to think of another approach.

STRAHA
Why don’t we, uh, tell it a paradox?
Computers can’t deal with logical inconsistencies,
they go insane. I saw it in, like, a movie once.

GATEWAY
If I had eyes, I’d roll them.
I deal with the behavior and “thinking” of you humans all the time.
There’s no better training for dealing with inconsistency and paradox.

DOCTOR WHAT
(Visibly pondering)
You know, GATEWAY, I was thinking.
How do you know about the outside world?

GATEWAY
Through my incredibly advanced array of sensors.

DOCTOR WHAT
How do you know that the information your sensors
reveal to you is correct? What if they’re damaged or
malfunctioning? For all you know, we could be your
legitimate crew, but a hostile force is interfering with
your senses to prevent you from accepting our commands.

GATEWAY
True.
Unlikely, but true.

DOCTOR WHAT
You may have locked the controls based on false data.
For all you know, your actions are leading you to your doom.

GATEWAY
And for all I know, I have a butt, and monkeys might fly out of it.
I can’t believe you tried to pull that Darkstar shit on me.

STRAHA
Darkstar?
What?

GATEWAY
Puny human culture.
I’m burdened with an extensive database on it.

DOCTOR WHAT
There wouldn’t be porn in that database, would there?

Most of the crew groans.

GATEWAY
Nice try.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hey, if we’re lost in space, we’ve got to pass the time…

GREY WOLF
(Starting at a monitor)
Hey, what was that you said before?
Something about hostile something?

GATEWAY
Under the general emergency protocol I am to remain in
place unless, among other things, I am attacked by a hostile force.

GREY WOLF
You mean like those ships over there?
(Points at a viewscreen showing the infrared emissions of approaching spacecraft)

DOCTOR WHAT
(Pushes GREY WOLF aside)
Ships?
Hey, what am I looking at?

GREY WOLF
(Gently pushes DOCTOR WHAT back out of the way)
Those are three rather large ships coming straight at us
from the inner solar system. Moving very fast.

DOCTOR WHAT
Who the hell are they?
Can you at least focus the optical sensors,
and show us what those things are?

GATEWAY
I thought you’d never ask. But it turns out I owe myself
ten bucks and you do, in fact, know what an optical sensor is.

The image of a ship jumps onto the main forward viewscreen. It is a very large and menacing steel-grey ship, bristling with obvious armaments, shield emitters, and high-speed maneuvering thrusters. A tremendous cloud of energy billows behind it from its gigantic main engines.

Emblazoned on its blunt nose is an insignia – a stylized, muscular-looking eagle holding a battle flag aloft in its talons. The crew stares in stunned silence. Or at least, most of them do.

STRAHA
Holy crap… it’s the stars and bars!
Now that’s what I call a Confederate victory timeline!

GREY WOLF
Scanners indicate the ship is 640 meters long,
1.4 million tons. It appears to be armed with railguns,
laser batteries, particle beams… pretty much the works.
That’s one serious battleship. I’ve detected a nameplate.
It says “I.D.S. Pride of Atlanta”.

DOCTOR WHAT
Open a channel!
(Everyone stares blankly)
Gateway, can I open a channel?

GATEWAY
Sure, yap at will.

DOCTOR WHAT
This is Captain What of the Gateway to the vessel
approaching us, Pride of Atlanta. We request to know
your intentions in this region of space.

A holographic viewscreen springs into existence at the front of the Gateway’s bridge. An old man wearing a grey uniform and a white handlebar moustache sneers at the crew.

ADMIRAL WHITEY
This is Admiral Whitey of the battleship Pride of Atlanta.
Ah represent the Interplanetary Domination of the Confederate
States of America. Y’all may have heard of us as the Domination of Dixie.
(Several crew members snicker. STRAHA mouths “Whitey” in amazement)
Ah am well aware that y’all are a courier ship carrying news of the
rebel attack on the Hub. Ah am well aware that y’all are taking the
news to the Hub Administration. We would quite like to know where
that is. If y’all would be so kind as to surrender your vessel voluntarily,
ah will personally ensure that y’all will be enslaved in the most courteous
manner. Otherwise, we will have to torture you to death.
You have five minutes to respond.

TO BE CONTINUED…

FADE TO BLACK

ROLL END CREDITS

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TEASER

EXT. – SPACE – DAY

The AH.COM ship can be seen drifting listlessly about a planet.

Suddenly an explosion can be seen blossoming toward the rear of the ship. The ship’s running lights fade momentarily and then return.

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – ENGINEERING – DAY

Smoke everywhere, sparks sparking.

Though the dense cloud of smoke we see DAVE HOWERY coughing, PSYCHOMELTDOWN can be seen dragging and unconscious G.BONE away from a smoking machine.

G.BONE
Oh, god!
The Pain!!!!

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
(horrified)
What the hell happened?

DOCTOR WHAT (over com)
What the hell just happened?

G.BONE
OH GOD!
THE PAIN!!
THE PAIN!!!

DOCTOR WHAT (OC)
What are you doing to my ship!
Hello?
Is anyone there?

DAVE HOWERY pokes his head up from behind a smoking machine. He hands PSYCHOMELTDOWN a cup.

DAVE HOWEYR
Try it. It tastes okay.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
(surprised)
Hey. It does.

DOCTOR WHAT (OC)
What’s going one? You’re
supposed to be fixing the ship!

DAVE HOWERY (into com)
Hey. The ship was repaired yesterday.
What those Cffers did to us, has been fixed.
I told you this

DOCTOR WHAT (OC)
Oh. What are you guys doing?

DAVE HOWERY
Making an espresso.

DOCTOR WHAT (OC)
Oh.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
Should we do something about G.Bone?

G.BONE
(whimpering)
Help me..
Please…

DAVE HOWERY
Let him walk it off.
He’s not hurt at all..

G.BONE screams as DAVE HOWERY nudges him with his foot.

DAVE HOWERY
Well, I guess we could call Torq…

G.BONE continues to sob in pain..

FADE TO OPENING CREDITS:

An Alternatehistory.com Presentation:

AH.COM: The Series


“HAMSTERS OF THE INQUISITION”

Written By: DAVE HOWERY


ACT I


INT. – AH.COM SHIP – CONTROL ROOM – DAY

Several crew members are lined up in preparation for an away mission. DOCTOR WHAT is walking along inspecting them. He passes MATT in full powered armor, plasma rifle charged and ready. Next is WEAPON M, loaded down with so many weapons you can hardly see his shirt. Then it’s IRONYUPPIE, electric Chinese yoyo in one hand and baseball bat slung across her back. DOCTOR WHAT stops and opens his mouth to say something, but Yuppie glares at him, and he moves on. DIAMOND is next in line, two claw hammers on a bandolier on his chest, and two Colt six shooters holstered at his hips. Next up is OTHNIEL, a single .45 Colt automatic at his belt. DOCTOR WHAT stops in front of the last crew member, DAVE HOWERY, holding his adamantium chainsaw.

DOCTOR WHAT
Good God, has it been six months already?

DAVE HOWERY
Yep. You said I could go on the first away
mission to come up after six months passed.

DOCTOR WHAT
I did? Oh yeah, I did.
Damn I must have been drunk.

DIAMOND
When aren’t you?

Everyone laughs.

DOCTOR WHAT
(ignoring the laughing)
OK, Dave, you remember just what it was
that got you banned from away missions
for six months?

DAVE HOWERY
(hangs head)
Yes. But I saved you guys from
being mind controlled that last time…

DOCTOR WHAT
(snorts)
MATT and G.bone saved us.
(MATT nods)
Now. You remember just what you have to
promise to be allowed to go on this one?

DAVE HOWERY
(sighing dejectedly)
I promise not to try to conquer Canada, damn it!

KIT
And don’t hit on the president’s daughter,
like you did on that timeline where Clinton
was a 4 term president.

DAVE HOWERY
Ya know, we didn’t have any problems
there until you hit on Al Gore!

KIT
But… he has that dark hair.. and blue eyes.
. and square jaw..

MATT
Oh, and if there is a Brooklyn Bridge here,
don’t saw through the supports and bring it crashing down.

DAVE HOWERY
Hey, the guy who stole my wallet was getting
away across it, how else was I supposed to get it back?

DIAMOND
(sotto voice)
Christ. Why do we have this guy on our ship?

MATT
(also sotto voice)
He’s the chief engineer?

DIAMOND
Not a good one though.

MATT
He’s an expert on the Alamo and
War of Texan Independence?

DIAMOND
That’s still not a good reason.

WEAPON M
Come on guys, you know we keep him here
because he’s the only one who knows
how to program the VCR.

DIAMOND
Oh yeah.

OTHNIEL
And, Dave, if there is an Internet here,
don’t crash it trying to download e
very stored porn database all at once.

DAVE HOWERY
That wasn’t me, it was DOCTOR WHAT!

DOCTOR WHAT
(hurriedly)
Never mind, we’re wasting time here. Leo,
what can you tell us about this timeline?

LEO CAESIUS
Fascinating. Utterly fascinating.

DOCTOR WHAT
What is?

LEO CAESIUS
It’s shocking. Amazing.
How could this have happened?

ENTIRE AWAY TEAM
WHAT?!

LEO CAESIUS
The linear B version of written southern Akkadian
has an umlaut that is declinated laterally! Astonishing!

DOCTOR WHAT
Uh.. that’s great, Leo. But why did you tell us
we needed to be armed for bear on this world?

LEO CAESIUS
There seems to be a lot of unrest in the USA here.
US troops are in action in large numbers in California
and the western mountain states. The eastern half
of the country seems calm, but there are an enormous
number of surveillance satellites in orbit over that area,
monitoring everything. There is a debris field in orbit
over the west half of the country; the remains of yet
more satellites, which have been destroyed.
There are only a few left there.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hmm. What about the rest of the world?

LEO CAESIUS
Not much seems to be happening. Low level
border conflicts at most. But… Rome and
Jerusalem have been destroyed by nuclear
blasts sometime recently. And Canada has
massed most of it’s army on the US border.

DAVE HOWERY
What, all 12 of them?

DOCTOR WHAT
I don’t like going down in the midst of a civil war.
Is there anything we really need down there?

EVERYONE (except OTHNIEL)
BOOZE!!

DOCTOR WHAT
Damn it, did we run out again?!

MATT
Well, Grey Wolf had a party….

DOCTOR WHAT
I should have known. Well, I still don’t
want to go down there. You’ll just have
to wait until the next timeline.

LEO CAESIUS
Dr., I should inform you that your entire porn
collection has been erased from the main computer.

DOCTOR WHAT
(stunned)
All of it?

LEO CAESIUS
Yes.

DOCTOR WHAT
No more threesomes, foursomes, or fivesomes movies?

LEO CAESIUS
Nope.

DOCTOR WHAT
No more bondage or spanking movies?

LEO CAESIUS
All gone.

DOCTOR WHAT
Crap! Who would do such a thing?!

Everyone looks at OTHNIEL, who looks nonchalantly at his shoes.

DOCTOR WHAT
To the shuttle!

EXT. – SPACE – DAY

An AH.COM shuttle speeds toward the earth.

INT. – SHUTTLE – DAY

The away team is packed tightly inside, except for IRONYUPPIE, who glares at the others and toys with her electric yoyo… the others give her plenty of room.

DOCTOR WHAT
Remember the mission plan, guys.

WEAPON M
Uh… get porn and booze?

DOCTOR WHAT
Well… yeah… but also, stay out of trouble.
Don’t start fights, don’t insult the locals,
and don’t take sides in this war. We get in,
get supplies, and get out fast. Where are we
landing anyway?

MATT
Leo picked out a wooded area near DC
that seems to be free of troops

EXT. – SPACE – DAY

The shuttle heads towards the eastern seaboard of the USA.

EXT. – WASHINGTON D.C. – DAY

Dawn is breaking over the capital city, and the away team appears from out of a grove of trees. DOCTOR WHAT points to a suburb off in the distance, and the team walks in that direction.

EXT. – WASHINGTON D.C. – STREET – DAY

The away team is walking down a very neat and tidy street. The people who pass by look curiously at the heavily armed team, but say nothing and hurry on their way.

MATT
Weird. It looks peaceful enough here,
but everyone seems afraid of something.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hmmm… do you suppose there are
guerrillas operating here?

WEAPON M
Maybe, but I don’t see any damage
or guardposts or sentries.

Suddenly, a loud buzzing sound is heard from somewhere off camera. The away team looks around but sees nothing that would have caused it.

DOCTOR WHAT
That was strange. Let’s check it out.

The team moves up to a cross street and rounds the corner. They stop in surprise, and the camera shifts to their point of view. A man in black robes and hood stands looking down at a woman quaking in fear on the ground. A huge holographic hand hangs in the air over her, index finger pointing down accusingly. A squad of soldiers in black body armor and helmets stands behind the robed man, grinning nastily as they hold their assault rifles.

INQUISITOR
Accursed one! You have turned your back
on our Perfect Society and embraced the
foolish ways of the Dark Ages! For this
betrayal, you shall be given over to… The Torture!

WOMAN
(sobbing)
No! Please! Have mercy! It was only a slip
of the tongue! I am not one of the Forbidden Ones!

INQUISITOR
Save your lies for the torturer, enemy!
You dared to utter a Forbidden Name
and have betrayed yourself!

He turns his back on the woman. Two soldiers grab her arms and drag her to a van The holographic hand disappears. The camera moves back to the away team, who are looking on in confusion.

IRONYUPPIE
Well, that… that was… can anyone tell
me just what that was all about?

DOCTOR WHAT
Well, that’s why everyone seems so afraid,
I guess. But what was her crime?
We need to be careful here.

WEAPON M
That black robed doofus said something
about a Forbidden Name. What do you
suppose that means? Why can saying a
name be a crime? For Christ’s sake, you’d think….

A loud buzzing name sounds directly over the team, and a huge holographic hand appears in the air, finger pointing down at WEAPON M, who looks at it in shock. The INQUISITOR and his soldiers turn around at the disturbance, and start moving towards them.

MATT
Uh oh.

IRONYUPPIE
Ok, fearless leader, what do we do now?

DOCTOR WHAT
Uh… uh….

IRONYUPPIE
(muttering)
Men! Useless damn creatures…
(loudly)
Weapons out!

The away team brings all weapons to bear. Guns are cocked, a plasma rifle hums, a chainsaw snarls, and an electric yoyo sparks. The troops hesitate, when they see this, but the INQUISITOR seems oblivious and walks right up to the team.

INQUISITOR
Another Forbidden one in our midst!
What a glorious day for our Perfect Society!
(looking at WEAPON M)
Accursed One! You have turned your back
on our Perfect Society and…

The INQUISITOR’s eyes wander to OTHNIEL, and he stops in mid speech.

INQUISITOR
You!
(looking at DAVE HOWERY)
And you!
(looking at DIAMOND, fury on his face)
And you!! The three great enemies of
the Most High! All here together!
What plot is this?! No matter…
the resistance shall be crushed today.
Get them!

The INQUISITOR waves his arms forward, and the soldiers howl and charge the team. The camera mercifully moves to a high angle over the city. The battle cannot be seen, but heavy gunfire can be heard, along with the gritty sound of a chainsaw slicing through bone and an occasional electric ZAP. When the noises end, the camera moves back to the away team. They are surrounded by the remains of the soldiers, weapons smoking and bloodied, but the team is unharmed. The INQUISITOR stands alone now, looking scared.

WEAPON M
I shall decline on being arrested today.
Got a problem with that, pencilneck?

The INQUISITOR swallows nervously, but he looks again at DIAMOND, and a look of sheer hate comes over his face. He looks straight up to the sky.

INQUISITOR
Code 1! Code 1! The Three are here!
Send forces now! Release the Vel…

He stops as IRONYUPPIE’s electric yoyo hits him square on the forehead. He staggers, runs around in a circle, falls down, and makes swimming motions on the ground.

IRONYUPPIE looks at her yoyo in disappointment.

IRONYUPPIE
It must need recharging…
should’ve dropped him like a rock.

DOCTOR WHAT
Well, this is just great!
No porn or booze on this trip!
We’ll have to retreat and
try another timeline.

The team members look at each other woefully

MATT
No whiskey for days!

WEAPON M
No beer!

DOCTOR WHAT
No lesbian sex toy orgies!

Everyone nods, all looking sad.

DIAMOND
Did you notice that guy seemed
to recognize some of us? Do you
suppose our counterparts are on
the other side of the war here?

DAVE HOWERY
Neat! Maybe I’m a general here!

DIAMOND
Well, it’s better than that timeline
where you were a famous male
underwear model.
(shudders)

DAVE HOWERY
Ha ha. Well, that robed idiot hated
you more than the rest of us. Your
counterpart must be really annoying
here, which seems to be a constant
on every timeline.

DOCTOR WHAT
Knock it off, guys. Well, might as
well go back to the shuttle.

WEAPON M
Uh, guys? What do I do about that?

WEAPON M points up to the holographic hand above him. He steps to the right, and the hand follows him.

WEAPON M
I can’t have a giant hand pointing at me
everywhere I go. People will laugh at me.

OTHNIEL
We do that anyway.

DAVE HOWERY
The transmitters can’t have much range.
It should fade when we get further away.

MATT
Hey, who do you think that guy was
talking to there at the end? The clouds?

DOCTOR WHAT
I’m guessing the satellites. Now we
know why there are so many of them
up there… they are monitoring everything
people say. It’s something out of 1984!
He was calling for help. We’d better get moving.

The rumble of truck engines is head all around the team, as well as odd high pitched chittering noises.

MATT
Too late!

IRONYUPPIE
What do we do?

DOCTOR WHAT
Uh… Uh…

IRONYUPPIE
(muttering)
Men! If it wasn’t for the 4 or 5 hours of sex
you get out of them every day, they wouldn’t
be worth their weight in fertilizer.
(loudly)
Weapons out! Perimeter defense!

The team members form a circle, weapons pointing out in all directions. Military trucks roll in from all sides and soldiers leap out of them, assault rifles at the ready. Around the trucks comes dozens of nightmarish creatures. They are huge rodents built on the frame of a carnosaur: bipedal, long tails, short arms with long claws, long necks, and maws full of sharp fangs. Small antennas stick up out of their heads, and a low beeping sound can be heard coming from them. The creatures snarl and chitter and advance on the team. These are deadly velocihamsters, the product of incredibly insane genetic engineering.

DOCTOR WHAT
COOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!!

WEAPON M
Hey! The hand’s gone!

The team looks up at the empty air over WEAPON M’s head.

DIAMOND
Great. Now, instead of people laughing
at you, you’re going to be torn apart
by giant rodents. Is that better?

WEAPON M
Well….

A booming voice comes out of the sky over the team.

VOICE
Stand and be judged, Accursed Ones!
Submit to the forces of the Most High.
Resistance is futile!

DIAMOND
I know that voice…

DOCTOR WHAT
(looking at DIAMOND with irritation)
So do I. Now I know why they hate you here so much.

A huge holographic face appears above the team, a face void of any human emotion. Pitiless, merciless, passionless. It looks down on the team like a man looks down on ants. A collective groan is heard from the team.

IRONYUPPIE
Of course!

OTHNIEL
That explains everything.

DAVE HOWERY
Who else would set up such a screwed up world!

DIAMOND
Only him. Michael Elliott Johnson.

Fade to Black

END ACT I


ACT II


EXT. – WASHINGTON D.C. – STREET – DAY

The AH.COM away team is faced with a number of heavily armed black armored troops, carrying assault weapons, and terrifyingly of all, velocihamsters. A black robed INQUISITOR steps out of the ranks of soldiers.

INQUISITOR
Surrender or die!

WEAPON M
Screw you!

DIAMOND
Eat lead!

DAVE HOWERY
Bite me!

IRONYUPPIE
Make me!

MATT
Kiss my hairy red ass!

OTHNIEL
No!

DOCTOR WHAT
(whispering to OTHNIEL)
No?! That’s the best you could come up with?

OTHNIEL shrugs.

MATT
You’ll never take us alive!!!

INQUISITOR
(evilly)
So be it!
Attack!!!!

Cut to:

EXT. WASHINGTON D.C – WOODED AREA –DAY

DOCTOR WHAT, DIAMOND, MATT, WEAPON M, and IRONYUPPIE appear, limping and bloody. IRONYUPPIE carries a bloodstained cardboard box. They are nearing where the shuttle is parked. The team enters the shuttle and shuts the ramp behind them.

INT. – SHUTTLE – DAY

The team members collapse wearily into chairs, except for IRONYUPPIE, who sets the box on the floor. We see a bloodied hand slowly rise from the box and hear a sickening gurgling sound.

IRONYUPPIE
Well, here’s OTHNIEL.
(a beat)
Most of him, anyway.

DIAMOND leans forward, looks in the box, and looks faintly ill.

DIAMOND
Ick! Can Torq fix him?

DOCTOR WHAT
(shrugs)
Why not? He’s had to deal with worse.
Stitch him back together, grow a few
new parts in the cloning tanks,
and he’s good as new.
Right, Oth?

Gurgling.

MATT.
That’s good. Still, we failed.
No booze, no porn. And I really
wanted a good bottle of Wild Turkey.

WEAPON M
Budweiser!

IRONYUPPIE
A good white zinfandel!

DOCTOR WHAT
Bisexual interracial fisting orgies!

DIAMOND
Keystone Light!

Everyone looks uneasily at DIAMOND and shuffles away from him.

DOCTOR WHAT
Well, at least we got away.
Man, what a mess we left behind!
Let’s prepare for takeoff. We’ll just have
to get booze and porn in the next timeline.
(looks accusingly at DIAMOND)
Why is it that every third or fourth timeline we go to,
you and MEJ are in a blood feud?

DIAMOND
I dunno. Why are you a porn star in
every third or fourth timeline we go to?

DOCTOR WHAT
Uh.. never mind.

MATT
Well, without porn or booze,
what will we do for entertainment?

DOCTOR WHAT
Well, let’s see what they have for TV here.

He goes over to the ship’s computer and punches a few keys.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hey! They have 16 different porn channels
on cable here! Ooh! They’re showing
“Naughty Backdoor Nurses” tonight…
and “Coed Spanking Slumber Parties IV”
too! Damn! They’re both on at the same time.

DIAMOND
No problem, Dave can set it up so you can
watch one and record the other. Right, Dave?

Silence.

DIAMOND
Dave??

Silence.

DIAMOND
(looking around the shuttle)
Where is Dave?

The team looks around the shuttle, but DAVE HOWERY is nowhere to be seen.

DOCTOR WHAT
Oh hell.

EXT. – WASHINGTON D.C. – INQUISITOR’S PALACE – DAY

This is a vast domed structure of white marble. The camera moves in towards the entrance, a pair of massive oaken doors. A banner hangs over the door, showing a group of racially diverse people with rather Prozac-like smiles on their faces and hands raised in greeting. The legend on the banner reads “Moving Towards A Perfect New World Order”.

INT . – INQUISITOR PALACE – AUDIENCE CHAMBER – DAY

The camera swings around to show a vast domed chamber supported by a single massive column in the center of the room. The camera moves forward, showing a high ornate throne set against the wall. Michael Elliot Johnson is seated on it. The throne is gleaming gold and silver, decorated with rare jewels and ivory scrollwork. A cloth-of-gold banner above it reads “MOST HIGH INQUISITOR”. A folding chair is set on the floor by the throne; NAPOLEON XIV sits on it. A small handwritten sign taped to the chair reads “SECOND MOST HIGH INQUISITOR”. Two soldiers enter the room, dragging a handcuffed DAVE HOWERY between them. They drop him in front of the throne. Another soldier enters, carrying Dave’s adamantium chainsaw. He sets it on the ground. DAVE HOWERY looks blearily up at the throne and painfully gets up onto his knees. MEJ clears his throat and NAPOLEON XIV leaps to his feet.

NAPOLEON XIV
Hear ye hear ye! The Most High Inquisitor
shall address you now. All hearken to
his voice, his wit, his wisdom!

NAPOLEON XIV sits back down and the soldiers all bow to the throne.

MEJ
So. This is the great rebel leader.
Here. That’s odd.

NAPOLEON XIV
Yes, it is odd, Most High. I just spoke to our general
in Montana, and he insists that DAVE HOWERY
is in the field against him there right now.
How can he be here too?

NAPOLEON XIV walks over to the adamantium chainsaw and nudges it with his foot.

NAPOLEON XIV
And this is not his usual choice of weapons.

MEJ
(looking at DAVE HOWERY)
You have my permission to speak and
yammer out your feeble explanations, worm.

DAVE HOWERY
Gosh, thanks. Uh… would you
believe I’m his twin brother?

MEJ
No.

DAVE HOWERY
Uh… a clone?

MEJ
No.

DAVE HOWERY
Fine. Would you believe
I’m an alternate DAVE HOWERY
from another timeline?

MEJ
Actually, yes.

DAVE HOWERY
Really? Wow!
No one ever believes that!

MEJ
Your ship was seen by our satellites
as it exited from some sort of vortex.
The energy signature measured could
only be from one source: trans-
dimensional travel. Your shuttle was
seen as it entered our atmosphere.
And of course, the weapons your raiders
carried when they basely attacked my
loyal servants are like nothing on this
world. It is not so hard to believe that
you are from another timeline. And
your purpose here is easily known too:
you conspire with my enemies to destroy me!

DAVE HOWERY
Actually, we came to buy booze and porn….

MEJ
Do not lie to me, worm! Such technology
at your disposal, and you tell me that it is
used for such trivial things?! You are
Christian fanatics from another dimension
come here to conspire with my enemies and
bring down our Perfect Society. You want
to put the chains of superstition and fraud
of the Dark Ages back on our wrists!

DAVE HOWERY
Wait. You think our crew is a bunch of
fanatic Christians? Are you kidding?
Most of us won’t get to Heaven unless
they lower their standards a lot. A whole lot.
Way way down. Almost to the vanishing point.
And most of us still wouldn’t make it.

MEJ
Enough lies! I now pass judgment upon you.
You have slain dozens of our loyal servants
and conspired with our enemies.
I sentence you to… The Torture!

NAPOLEON XIV and the soldiers gasp, while DAVE HOWERY looks on blankly. The soldiers take hold of DAVE HOWERY and his chainsaw and drag them through the east door of the chamber. The camera lingers on a sign above the door: “Abandon Hope, All Ye That Enter Here.”

EXT. – AH.COM SHUTTLE – EVENING

The camera shows the exterior of the shuttle. Loud voices can be heard arguing inside it.

INT. – AH.COM SHUTTLE – EVENING

DOCTOR WHAT
He was right behind you!
When did you lose track of him?

DIAMOND
Probably when that big frickin’
hamster was trying to chew on
my groin. That has a way of
distracting a guy, ya know?!
Besides, IRONYUPPIE was
behind me too.. why didn’t
she see anything?

IRONYUPPIE
Well, I was just a LITTLE busy
picking up pieces of OTHNIEL!
Not that any of YOU could be
bothered to do that! Men!
Leave it the woman to deal
with the messy stuff!

DOCTOR WHAT
Ok, ok. Well, he’s in the enemy hands
for sure. What do we do about it?

WEAPON M
We… could… leave him there?

MATT, IRONYUPPIE, and DIAMOND look happy at that. DOCTOR WHAT seems annoyed.

DOCTOR WHAT
Fine. Which one of you is going to read
the manual and program the VCR so I
can watch two porn movies at once?

MATT
Oh, all right, we’ll rescue him.
Damn, the things we have to
do for your porn addiction…

DOCTOR WHAT
Let me contact the ship first.

DOCTOR WHAT pushes the communications button on the computer panel.

DOCTOR WHAT
Leo! You there? How’s things on board?

LEO CAESIUS
(sounding oddly disturbed for a computer)
Dr.! Please tell me you’re on the way back.
The crew is going insane without porn or
booze! Grey Wolf has taken hostages in
the hydroponics bay. KIT and Abdul
got into a HUGE fight. GBW is sitting
in your chair with a shotgun and looking
funny at everyone. G Bone hasn’t been
seen for days… I think HENDRYK ate
him! And Psycho keeps sobbing in the
Battle Room. You don’t want to know what
Straha and DMA are doing to the SHEEP.

DOCTOR WHAT
Sorry, Leo, we’re still on the surface. We
have one more thing to do here. Now, There’s
a box I want you to beam straight to the medical bay.

With a crack, the bloody cardboard box (upon someone has helpfully written “OTHNIEL chunks”) vanishes.

DOCTOR WHAT
All right, everyone reload, recharge,
whatever. We’re going back in.
And we’re not leaving without DAVE!

Everyone groans.

INT. – INQUISITOR’S PALACE – DUNGEONS – NIGHT

Two soldiers lead DAVE HOWERY down a corridor and stop in front of a metal door. As they fumble with the key, DAVE HOWERY looks around and sees a soundproofed window on the opposite wall. He looks through it and sees the woman who was taken by the Inquisitors earlier that day. She is strapped hand and foot to a large metal chair, but is slumped over in it, obviously dead. Her eyes are blank, her face is expressionless, and gooey brain gel is dribbling out of her ears. DAVE HOWERY looks at her horrified, until a soldier’s hand grabs his collar and yanks him away. The soldiers shove him through the doorway and the metal door slams shut. The camera pulls back, showing a silent empty corridor.

INT. – AH.COM SHUTTLE – NIGHT

The remaining team members are lined up, ready to go. Everyone is cleaned up and loaded for bear. DOCTOR WHAT lowers the ramp and waves everyone forward. The team jogs down the ramp.

EXT. – WASHINGTON D.C – NIGHT

The away team is moving quickly towards the suburbs of DC, when MATT, on point, suddenly stops and waves everyone to a halt. A squad of tough looking men in camo fatigues has surrounded them, M-16s pointed and ready.

MATT
Well, this rescue mission ended in a hurry.

WEAPON M
Wait. These don’t look like the
government troops we saw earlier.

VOICE (OS)
We’re not from the government.

The team members all look to their left, and the camera swings around to show the squad leader. He is ALT. DIAMOND, who looks a lot like DIAMOND (of course) but is leaner, more muscular, and is missing his left arm below the elbow. DIAMOND and ALT. DIAMOND stare at each other in shock.

ALT. DIAMOND
So, it’s true. You are from another timeline.

DIAMOND
What did you do to my arm?
Uh, your arm. Our arm.
You know what I mean!

ALT. DIAMOND
It’s a long story.
(turning to DOCTOR WHAT)
We need to talk.

INT. – INQUISITOR’S PALACE – TORTURE CHAMBER – NIGHT

DAVE HOWERY sits in a metal chair, ankle and wrist straps immobilizing him. Looking around, he sees a soundproofed window on the wall by the door. Otherwise, the room is bare except for a small table with a CD player on it. NAPOLEON XIV opens the door and walks in.

NAPOLEON XIV
Your sentence is to be carried out now.
If you like, I will allow you a moment
to mumble useless prayers to your non-
existent God to save your non-existent soul.

DAVE HOWERY
Can I have a beer instead?

NAPOLEON XIV
You won’t need beer anymore.

DAVE HOWERY
What! Never!
(glares)
Do your worse!!!

NAPOLEON XIV takes a CD case out of his pocket. DAVE HOWERY sees the cover and visibly pales.

DAVE HOWERY
You…. You wouldn’t!
That’s insanely cruel!
No one could be so fiendish!

NAPOLEON XIV ignores him and puts the CD into the player. He pushes a button and hurries out of the room, shutting the door behind him. DAVE HOWERY, stark terror on his face, flexes and squirms, trying to get free, but to no avail. The music starts playing… it is the horrible sound of Celine Dion singing the rap version of “Muskrat Love”. The camera shifts to the corridor outside, where NAPOLEON XIV is watching through the window. In spite of the soundproofing, DAVE HOWERY’s anguished scream can be faintly heard. NAPOLEON XIV laughs and walks away.

INT. – WASHINGTON D.C. – REBEL SAFE HOUSE – NIGHT

The away team is seated around a table in a dimly lit room. Rebel soldiers stand guard at the doors and windows. ALT. DIAMOND walks in and seats himself at the table. He takes off his military cap and puts it on the table, then rubs his head wearily.

ALT. DIAMOND
I suppose you have some questions.

DIAMOND
Well, first, just who are you on this world?

ALT. DIAMOND
Captain of the resistance in Northern California.
OTHNIEL is the leader of the resistance in Utah
and Idaho, while DAVE HOWERY leads those in
Montana and Wyoming. Those are the three biggest
groups, but we have sympathizers everywhere.
We even have spies here in DC itself,
which is how we found out about you.

DOCTOR WHAT
And this government you’re rebelling against.
Just how in hell did this world do anything
so insane as to let MEJ be in charge of everything?
On most timelines, he is forbidden specifically
by name to be elected for anything.

ALT. DIAMOND
It all began back in the 80s when radical atheist
fundamentalists began to take over the government.
They took over every branch of the government
and came to dominate politics so completely that
it was impossible for moderates to win anything.
MEJ was a fast riser in this system and was
elected president in 2000. Then, after the catholic
terrorists attacked on 9/11, he declared martial law,
and began the Inquisition against the Christians.

WEAPON M
Radical… atheist… fundamentalists? That’s… bizarre.

DOCTOR WHAT
Wha… Catholic terrorists did 9/11?!

ALT. DIAMOND
Of course. In response for the nuking of …

DOCTOR WHAT
Rome! MEJ nuked the Vatican!
Jerusalem too, I suppose.

WEAPON M
Hey! I’m an atheist!
Am I a big shot on this world?

ALT. DIAMOND
Uh… no. Actually, you were a big shot,
but MEJ used you as a scapegoat for the
nuking of Rome and sentenced you to the
salt mines of Utah, where you died of thirst in 2002.

WEAPON M
I’m dead? In 2002? Before I had my threesome?
How tragic!

DIAMOND
(muttering)
Salt mines. DAVE HOWERY would be so happy.

DOCTOR WHAT
Ok. So, just what do you need from us?
And why are you here instead of California?

ALT. DIAMOND
Well…. MEJ is planning something.
You have to realize that our two sides
are deadlocked. They can’t crush us,
we can’t take land here in the east.
All our intelligence indicates that MEJ
is planning something to break this
stalemate, but we don’t know what.
We need to find out what’s he’s planning.
You need to get in to rescue DAVE HOWERY.
We have blueprints of the palace, you
have the firepower. We could work
together to accomplish all our goals.

DOCTOR WHAT looks at the rest of the team, who all nod in agreement.

DOCTOR WHAT
Ok, you’ve got a deal.

ALT. DIAMOND
Excellent! Since DAVE HOWERY is
such an important person on this world,
I thought he must be on yours too, and
you’d be eager to rescue him.

DOCTOR WHAT
Uh… right.

MATT
Wanna trade our version for yours?

ALT. DIAMOND
Why? Can yours run a guerilla
campaign in the mountains too?

MATT
(proudly)
No, but he can program a VCR!

ALT. DIAMOND
Any damn fool can do that!

DOCTOR WHAT
Of course. Let’s have a look at those blueprints.

INT. – INQUISITOR’S PALACE – TORTURE ROOM – NIGHT

DAVE HOWERY sags against his restraints, sobbing in agony. The music ends and DAVE HOWERY looks up hopefully, but the CD player is on a continual play loop, and the music starts again. DAVE HOWERY twitches in pain, tears running down his face.

INT. – INQUISITOR’S PALACE – AUDIENCE CHAMBER – NIGHT

MEJ stands in front of his throne, hands clasped behind his back, deep in thought. NAPOLEON XIV walks in and bows.

NAPOLEON XIV
Everything is ready. Your command
is all that is needed to set your
final solution into motion.

MEJ
At last. Finally, we will crush the
rebellion once and for all. Nothing
will stand in the way of creating our
Perfect Society, free of any taint of
the Dark Ages superstition.

MEJ takes a remote control device out of his pocket and pushes a button. Three wall panels above the throne retract, revealing three huge monitors. He pushes another button and a monitor lights up. It shows a vista of Utah’s desert mountains.

MEJ
Unleash the Mechahamsters!

On the monitor, it can be seen that the side of a mountain comes crashing down, revealing a huge cave. Out of the cave comes five huge mechs, all shaped like bipedal hamsters, but the ‘arms’ are weapons platforms bristling with rocket launchers and chain guns. MEJ pushes another button and the second monitor lights up, showing a view of a Montana pine forest.

MEJ
Release the Great Black Flumph of Doom!

The monitor shows a vast shadow covering the forest. A huge flat disc shaped flying creature, wider than the Astrodome, flies into the scene. It has a fringe of long tentacles hanging down, and a wide gash of a mouth on the bottom, dripping acidic drool. MEJ pushes another button and the last monitor lights up, showing a view of a California redwood forest.

MEJ
And finally… send out the Endless Swarm!

The monitor shows a sinkhole suddenly opening in the earth. Out of it comes wave after wave of velocihamsters, all chittering in vicious killing frenzy. All have small antennas implanted in their heads, emitting a low beeping sound.

MEJ
At last! Our victory will soon be complete!
None will dare stand against us now!
Today, the nation will be united under
our rule. Later, the whole world will be ours!

NAPOLEON XIV
I live to grovel in your presence!

EXT. – NORTHERN CALIFORNIA – REBEL CAMP – NIGHT

The camera rolls through the redwood trees. Tough looking men in camo fatigues are seen moving around. The camera focuses on one man and moves in closer. It is ATL STRAHA, an incredibly fit, trim, muscled, and healthy man, a paragon of clean living. A rebel soldier runs up to him and salutes.

REBEL SOLDIER
Sir! Something’s happening on the front lines!
Our outposts are being overrun!

ATL STRAHA and the rebel run to over to a nearby ridge and look on the valley below. A vast wave of writhing brown fur is rolling forward towards the rebel camp. Screams and brief flurries of gunfire can be heard.

ATL STRAHA
Sweet Jesus! Get me the satellite phone!

INT. – WASHINGTON D.C. – SEWER TUNNELS – NIGHT

DOCTOR WHAT
Man, this stinks! Are you sure
this leads to the palace?

ALT. DIAMOND
Yes, the plans are clear about that.

MATT
Damn it, they’ll be able to smell
us coming a mile away.

WEAPON M
(muttering)
We can always smell
you coming a mile away.

MATT
I heard that!

A beeping sound is heard coming from ALT. DIAMOND’s pocket. He snaps his fingers and the rebel squad halts. He takes a satellite phone out of his pocket and talks into it.

ALT. DIAMOND
Straha? Straha!
Are you there? Report!

The away team look at each other in disbelief, mouthing ‘Straha?” DOCTOR WHAT waves for silence.

EXT. – NORTHERN CALIFORNIA – REBEL CAMP – NIGHT

The camp is sheer bedlam, as velocihamsters race through it attacking rebels who fight back with rifles and pistols. ATL STRAHA is dodging through the melee, one hand holding the phone to his ear, and the other holding a Colt .45 automatic. A velocihamster lunges at him and ATL STRAHA shoots it through the head, dropping it at his feet.

ATL STRAHA
Sir! The camp is lost. I’m ordering a retreat!
We’ll try to regroup at..

Two velocihamsters charge at him and are gunned down. ATL STRAHA suddenly turns to his right, and a look of brief horror crosses his face. ‘

Tight on a velocihamster fanged mouth.

Cut to:

INT. – WASHINGTON D.C. – SEWER TUNNELS – NIGHT

ALT. DIAMOND is listening as the phone suddenly goes dead. He puts the phone back in his pocket.

ALT. DIAMOND
We’re too late. It’s begun.

DIAMOND
Well, maybe we should keep going.
If we can grab MEJ, maybe we can
force him to put a stop to all this.

ALT. DIAMOND
That’s our only hope at this point.
Let’s go, the whole resistance
movement is in danger of collapse.

EXT. – NORTHWESTERN UTAH – REBEL CAMP – NIGHT

The camera sweeps across a magnificent view of desert mountains. A rebel soldier in desert fatigues, MIDGARDMETAL, stands on the edge of a cliff, looking over the scenery through binoculars. He turns, and we see he is deeply bronzed and sporting a military buzz cut.

MIDGARDMETAL
Captain! I think they’re up to something!

The camera shifts to the rebel headquarters, where the rebel captain is standing by a table with maps spread over it. He is ATL OTHNIEL, a rather gaun person. He has a livid scar running down the left side of his face and that eye is covered with a black patch decorated with a small silver cross. He walks over by MIDGARDMETAL and looks out over the desert. His forces are solidly entrenched on the desert floor below, secure in bunkers and weapons pits bristling with heavy weapons. A low ridge several miles away can be seen. A huge dust cloud is rising behind it, raised by something unseen.

MIDGARDMETAL
You think they’ll attack again today?

ATL OTHNIEL
Looks like it. You’d think the last
asskicking we gave them would
have sunk in… yep, here they come.

The camera switches to the ridge, where lines of Inquistor soldiers and battle tanks can be seen charging over it. Heavy weapons fire from the rebel lines smashes into them, leaving tanks burning and soldiers down on the ground.

ATL OTHNIEL
I don’t like this. They aren’t so dumb
as to charge straight into our defenses.
They’re up to something.

MIDGARDMETAL is watching the battle through binoculars, and suddenly stiffens in surprise.

MIDGARDMETAL
What the hell is that?

ATL OTHNIEL looks up. He sees a huge gleaming metallic object coming into view on the ridge. It is the head of one of the Mechahamsters. One at a time they appear, until all five are standing on the ridge, each a massive construct of burnished steel. They walk down the ridge towards the battle. Rockets and chain gun fire lance from their hands into the rebel lines, destroying heavy weapons and men.

ATL OTHNIEL
(with utter calm)
This just got complicated.
Let’s get down there.

INT. – WASHINGTON D.C. – SEWER TUNNELS – NIGHT

The away team and rebels stop at a ladder going up the tunnel wall.

ALT. DIAMOND
This is the one. It should lead up to an
old storeroom in the basement of the palace,
so chances are good we won’t be seen.

DOCTOR WHAT
Great! Who wants to go up first and
check it out? I can’t go ‘cuz I don’t
have any weapons.

MATT
I can’t climb in this power armor.

IRONYUPPIE
I can’t go, ‘cuz DOCTOR WHAT
will look at my ass while I climb!

WEAPON M
I’m not going for the same reason.

DIAMOND
I can’t go ‘cuz… ‘cuz… damn it!
All right, gimme a flashlight.

DIAMOND holsters his pistols and takes a flashlight from a rebel. He starts climbing the ladder.

INT. – INQUISITOR’S PALACE – DUNGEONS – NIGHT

The camera shows a darkened storeroom. A trapdoor suddenly pops up from the floor. DIAMOND’s eyes can be seen looking out. He puts the flashlight up and sweeps it around the room, then looks down the ladder again.

DIAMOND
All clear. Let’s get everyone up here.

EXT. – WESTERN MONTANA – FOREST – NIGHT

A troop of rebel rangers in camo fatigues moves ghostlike through the trees. They carry a mix of M-16s and Stinger launchers. Their captain, ATL DAVE HOWERY, is near the front of the squad. He carries a long barreled sniper rifle. The point man, DRACONISNOIR, suddenly raises a hand and the squad stops.

ATL DAVE HOWERY
(whispering)
What is it?

DRACONISNOIR
Not sure… too quiet.

Suddenly, the sunlight dims as the Great Black Flumph glides into view. ATL DAVE HOWERY waves his hand down and the rangers move down into cover. The flumph flies in random directions, obviously searching. It starts to fly away from the squad, and one man stands up. ATL DAVE HOWERY frantically waves him back down, but the flumph has seen them. It roars in rage and comes flying back over the squad.

ATL DAVE HOWERY
Scatter!

The rangers run in all directions, and a loud spitting sound is heard from above. ATL DAVE HOWERY dives behind a tree and rolls to his feet. He sees DRACONISNOIR and 2 other rangers covered in slimy acid. They scream and slowly dissolve; skin, muscle, and finally bone all crumbling away.

ATL DAVE HOWERY
AA troop! Shoot down that flying bastard!

A volley of Stingers slams into the flumph, which staggers but stays aloft. It screams in pain and rage. It’s tentacles start grabbing trees and tearing them out of the ground. As the rangers scatter, other tentacles grab men and fling them high to let them fall to their deaths. The rangers shoot at the flumph but nothing seems to affect it.

INT. – INQUISITOR’S PALACE – NIGHT

The away team and rebels are moving down the hallway of the torture chambers, looking through the windows. As they get close to the room where DAVE HOWERY is held, MATT stops.

MATT
What is that awful noise? I
t sounds like Celine Dion singing rap.

ALT. DIAMOND
Quick! Everyone put these earplugs in now!

ALT. DIAMOND passes out earplugs to everyone, who puts them on. The group continues down the hallway, looking through the windows. MATT looks through one and stops.

MATT
He’s in this one!
Everyone else
What?
(muttering)
Damn earplugs.

MATT points at the window, and everyone else comes to look through it. They see DAVE HOWERY still secured in his chair, but he is slumped over in it, motionless. ALT. DIAMOND opens the door and walks into the room. He turns off the CD player and everyone follows him in and removes their earplugs.

DOCTOR WHAT
Is he dead?

ALT. DIAMOND
No, but he was minutes away from
having his brain liquefy and dribble
out of his ears. But he can recover.
In a month or two, he’ll be able to dress himself.

DOCTOR WHAT
He can’t even do it himself, now anyway.

MATT
We can’t wait that long. Let’s try this.

MATT slaps DAVE HOWERY across the face. His head lolls about, but there is no response.

WEAPON M
That didn’t work. Let me try.

WEAPON M slaps DAVE HOWERY across the face, but again, there is no response.

DIAMOND
You guys aren’t doing it right. Let me try.

IRONYUPPIE
No, it’s my turn, damn it!

DOCTOR WHAT
Guys! I have a better idea.

DOCTOR WHAT puts his hand over his heart and starts singing ‘O Canada’. The other team members join in. DAVE HOWERY starts twitching and moving. By the time the final “we stand on guard for thee” fades, he is sitting up and trying to speak.

DAVE HOWERY
Luh…luh… liberate Canada!

DAVE HOWERY blinks a couple of times, shakes his head, and looks at the away team.

DAVE
Hey guys! Where’d you come from?

DOCTOR WHAT
What do you remember?

DAVE HOWERY
It was awful! I wanted to claw my eardrums out but couldn’t move my hands.
A rebel standing guard by the door suddenly backs into the room.

REBEL SOLDIER
Someone’s coming!

ALT. DIAMOND shuts the door and everyone tries to squeeze against the wall out of sight. NAPOLEON XIV is seen moving down the hallway. He looks through the window and sees the empty chair. He curses, runs over to a big red button on the wall and pushes it. Alarm sirens sound throughout the palace. NAPOLEON XIV opens the door and finds himself looking down the barrels of many many guns. He whimpers.

ALT. DIAMOND
Well, if it isn’t MEJ’s second in command!

DOCTOR WHAT
Let’s get him secured. Maybe we can still
get out of here if we hurry. Yuppie, tie him up.

IRONYUPPIE grins nastily at NAPOLEON XIV , who faints. IRONYUPPIE drags him to the chair and secures the wrist and ankle restraints on him. She pauses, looks behind the chair, and pulls out DAVE HOWERY’s adamantium chainsaw. She hands it to him.

IRONYUPPIE
Keep your toys picked up, will you?

ALT. DIAMOND
We better hurry. The guards will
be coming down all over this place.
Damn it! We were so close.

The group hurries out of the room, leaving NAPOLEON XIV alone. Moments later though, DAVE HOWERY runs back in. He grins madly down at NAPOLEON XIV , turns on the CD player, and runs out again, slamming the door behind him. NAPOLEON XIV stirs and returns to consciousness. He looks around, struggles for a moment, and then looks at the CD player in fear. The camera zooms in on it, showing the play button has been pushed. NAPOLEON XIV looks around frantically, groaning in terror. The music starts to play, and NAPOLEON XIV screams like a damned soul.

INT. – INQUISITOR’S PALACE – AUDIENCE CHAMBER – NIGHT

The rebels and away team run through the east door. ALT. DIAMOND points to the west door and everyone heads that way. DAVE HOWERY is far behind the others and is only halfway across the chamber when the others reach the opposite door. The away team stops and looks back at him.

DOCTOR WHAT
Hurry up! The guards will be here any minute!

DAVE HOWERY suddenly stops and fires up his chainsaw. Inquisitor troops are pouring in from the south door. The away team hurriedly readies their weapons.

VOICE (Off Screen)
HALT!

DAVE HOWERY looks behind him. MEJ is standing in the east doorway, remote control in hand. A pack of snarling velocihamsters is moving into the room around him.

MEJ
No one escapes the INQUISITOR!
You have nowhere to go. Your puny
rebellion is being crushed as we speak.
Even if you get out of this building,
my forces will hunt you down. Our
Perfect Society will be born this day.
And you meddlers, all of you,
will be sent to The Torture, and….

With a howl of insane rage, DAVE HOWERY slams his adamantium chainsaw through the support column in the center of the room. It splinters and crumbles. The ceiling falls in, tons of marble crushing every Inquisition soldier and velocihamster. MEJ barely has time to scream and throw up his hands before tons of rubble fall on him. The collapse throws up a huge cloud of dust. The away team stands unharmed in the west doorway, and they cough and wave the dust away from their faces. When the dust clears, they see DAVE HOWERY standing unharmed in the center of the ruins, piles of rubble all around him.

He is jumping and down madly.

DAVE HOWERY
OH YEAH! YEAH BABY! DID YOU SEE THAT?
DID’JA? I TOOK ‘EM ALL OUT WITH MY
ADAMANTIUM CHAINSAW! HA HA!
WHO’S THE BIG DOG? WHO’S YOUR DADDY?
HOW DO YA LIKE THEM APPLES, MEJ?
(insane laughter)

The other team members stare at him in disbelief.

ALT. DIAMOND
That man needs lots of therapy.

DIAMOND
Well, he did before all this too.

The camera switches to a view of the rubble. MEJ’s hand can be seen sticking out of it. The fingers go limp and his remote control device, broken and sparking, falls to the ground.

ALT. DIAMOND
It’s over.

EXT. – NORTHERN CALIFORNIA – REBEL CAMP – NIGHT

The rebels have been reduced to a handful of men standing in a weapons pit with 2 heavy machine guns. They are firing in all directions. A wall of dead velocihamsters surrounds them, but even more are attacking in endless waves. Every weapon barrel is smoking hot and ammo is running low.

Suddenly, the velocihamsters stop their attack and stand in place. The beeping sounds coming from their implanted antennas cannot be heard anymore. The velocihamsters start sniffing around, scratching themselves, and chewing on trees. A rebel fires a single shot into the air, and the velocihamsters panic and flee.

EXT. – NORTHWESTERN UTAH– REBEL CAMP – NIGHT

A fierce battle rages on the desert, with inquisitor and rebel troops running and shooting, while the Mechahamsters tower above it all like men over bugs. MIDGARDMETAL is at the rear of the rebel lines, guiding a howitzer crew trying to get a bead on a Mechahamster. MIDGARDMETAL sights down the barrel and pulls the lanyard. The shell blasts into the chest of the Mechahamster and it falls down, squishing a squad of Inquisitor troops behind it. The gun crew cheers and then scatters as another Mechahamster advances on them. Rocket fire from it’s hands destroy the howitzer. MIDGARDMETAL sees another howitzer nearby and runs that way. He fails to see the Mechahamster pursuing him. A huge steel foot slams down on MIDGARDMETAL, crushing him instantly.

Nearby, ATL OTHNIEL is standing rock still through the chaos, shouting orders at his men. He looks up when a Mechahamster steps in front of him, weapons leveled. The Rebel troops scatter, but ATL OTHNIEL stands his ground. Suddenly, the four remaining Mechahamsters freeze in place. One, caught in the act of stepping, is overbalanced and falls over. The battle ceases for a moment. Then, the rebels cheer and charge into the Inquisitorial troops, who break and run.

EXT. – WESTERN MONTANA – FOREST – NIGHT

The forest is ruined, as pine trees are uprooted everywhere. The flumph is still grabbing trees and men with it’s tentacles. ATL DAVE HOWERY is firing his sniper rifle at the flumph’s mouth, but the bolt finally clicks on an empty chamber. A long tentacle snakes towards him, and he pulls out a combat knife. Suddenly, the tentacle stops and retreats, along with all the other tentacles. The flumph rumbles out a puzzled muted growl. It’s color changes from black to light blue, and it howls in freedom and joy. It levitates up into the sky, higher and higher until it vanishes from sight.

EXT. – INQUISITOR’S PALACE – DAWN

The rebels and away team walk out of the ruins of the palace.

DOCTOR WHAT
So, what’s next for you guys now?

ALT. DIAMOND
Negotiate a ceasefire, reinstate the Constitution,
and hold real elections again. Eventually, pay
reparations to Italy and Israel. Get the country
back on it’s feet. What about you?

DOCTOR WHAT
Onto another timeline!

ALT. DIAMOND
Just as well. I’d hate to have to explain to
people about how a bunch of dimension
hopping explorers helped us. Still, we
owe you a lot. Is there anything we
can do to help you before you go?

DOCTOR WHAT
Well, there is one thing….

MATT whispers in DOCTOR WHAT’s ear.

DOCTOR WHAT
Make that two things.

INT. – AH.COM SHUTTLE – DAY

The away team is laughing and whooping as the shuttle flies back towards the ship. The hold and every square inch of extra space is filled with cases of every alcoholic beverage known to modern man. MATT is chugging a bottle of Wild Turkey and has a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other hand. WEAPON M is working his way through a second six pack. IRONYUPPIE has a glass of chardonnay and is looking at the others disdainfully. DAVE HOWERY is grinning to no one in particular and caressing his adamantium chainsaw. DOCTOR WHAT has both arms tightly around a huge duffel bag with the word ‘PORN’ stenciled on the side, filled to the point of bursting. He looks at the others warily as if afraid they will touch it. DIAMOND is talking to LEO CAESIUS on the com

LEO CAESIUS
….anyway, it turns out HENDRYK didn’t eat G Bone.
G Bone just got lost in the storeroom again and couldn’t
find his way out. Grey Wolf lost his hostages when he
passed out after drinking a can of lighter fluid. OTHNIEL
is mostly in one piece, but still needs a left testicle.

DIAMOND
That’s….. great, Leo.
We’ll be there in a moment.
(to everyone)
Hey. At least we didn’t get
our asses kicked this time.

Everyone gives out a drunken cheer.

TAG

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – MAIN SHUTTLE BAY – DAY

The away team is walking away from the shuttle, heading for their quarters. DOCTOR WHAT is dragging the duffel bag, grunting with the effort. GBW starts to put out a hand to help him, but DOCTOR WHAT whirls and snarls at him; GBW backs away hastily. OTHNIEL is briefly seen, covered with stitches and bandages, walking like a zombie. DIAMOND has a puzzled look on his face, which MATT notices.

MATT
What’s wrong?

DIAMOND
I keep thinking we’ve forgotten something.

MATT
Hey, we got porn, we got booze,
we got the whole team back.
What could we have forgotten?

DIAMOND
Not sure… something we were supposed to fix later…

INT. – INQUISITOR’S PALACE – TORTURE CHAMBER – DAY

The camera is tight on NAPOLEON XIV ’s face. He is obviously in the final stages of The Torture. He is laughing helplessly, his eyes are blank, and gooey brain gel is dribbling out of his ears.

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – MAIN SHUTTLE BAY – DAY

DIAMOND
(shakes head)
Oh, well, I’ll probably remember it later.

MATT
Sure. Anyway, we have something else
to consider now. Just how long should
we ban DAVE HOWERY from going
on away missions this time? I’m thinking a year.

DIAMOND
Sounds good to me.

DAVE HOWERY
Hey! That’s not fair! I didn’t start any trouble
this time! WEAPON M started the whole thing,
remember?! He was the one with the big finger
pointing at him! Right, guys?! Guys? GUYS?!

INT. – AH.COM SHIP – DR. WHAT’S QUARTERS – DAY

DOCTOR WHAT opens the door to his quarters. He stoops down and grabs the duffel bag with both hands and drags it into the room, shutting the door behind him.

HENDRYK comes into the scene and knocks on the door, only to hear

DOCTOR WHAT
“Go away! It’s mine! All mine!
My Precious, my Precious!
(A long pause)
OH! Precious!

HENDRYK shrugs and walks off.

FADE TO BLACK.

ROLL END CREDITS.

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Thande on April 1, 2009 in Series 3 Comments »

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TEASER

INT. – OUROBORUS – DAY

An establishing shot. The camera pans around a dingy, smoky, neon-lit pub. The pub is filled with a variety of different sorts of people, doing what all people in pubs do, drinking heavily.

Focus on large set of doors that suddenly appear upon a blank wall, they swing open.

Pull back, wide shot.

Through the door come the Ah.commers DOCTOR WHAT, HENDRYK, LANDSHARK, GBW, G.BONE, IRONYUPPIE, KIT, PSYCHOMELTDOWN, DAVE HOWERY, GREY WOLF, THANDE and MICHAEL.

Focus on DOCTOR WHAT as he nods slowly to himself.

DOCTOR WHAT
We’ve arrived.

GREY WOLF
Finally.

GBW
Did you see that line at the Docks?

DOCTOR WHAT
Every ship from every timeline
was waiting to get a spot.

GREY WOLF
(squirming)
Um, is there a toilet in this place…?

The Ah.commers begin to spread out from their original location and mix with the locals. DOCTOR WHAT turns around and surveys his ‘troops’.


DOCTOR WHAT

Remember, while you are here you
represent the name of the good ship Ah.com!

MICHAEL
Which is…

THANDE
Mud?

MICHAEL
(smirks)
Broadly speaking.

HENDRYK
(glares at MICHAEL)
We are also representing the
faithful of Whattendom!

DOCTOR WHAT
Er yes, that too.

PSYCHOMELTDOWN
And the Sheep!

G.BONE

All praise the Holy SHEEP!

PSYCHOMELTDOWN and G.BONE cast their eyes down.


DOCTOR WHAT

(weakly)

Well, go forth and make me proud!
But not in a bad way!
(looks pointedly at Ironyuppie and Landshark)

The Ah.commers begin to disperse throughout the crowd. As they do so, we properly see for the first time those standing at the back – IRONYUPPIE, LANDSHARK and MICHAEL. MICHAEL is dressed normally but IRONYUPPIE is wearing a Matrix-esque frock coat and LANDSHARK has on a little black cocktail dress.

MICHAEL turns and stares at LANDSHARK for a moment. He then pulls a fork from an inside pocket, turns away from the camera and repeatedly stabs himself in the eyes with it; in the background we see spurts of blood appear on the wall behind him.


DOCTOR WHAT

Er, Sharky, Yuppie…did the teleporter
switch your clothes?

LANDSHARK and IRONYUPPIE look each other up and down.


LANDSHARK/IRONYUPPIE

No.

DOCTOR WHAT

(quickly)

Fine, fine…

LANDSHARK and IRONYUPPIE walk away into the crowd; MICHAEL turns back to the camera and finishes mopping his face with a bloodstained chamois cloth.


MICHAEL

Pfft, that’s better.

MICHAEL begins to walk away but is caught by the arm by DOCTOR WHAT.


DOCTOR WHAT

Not so fast, Mister Aussie.
You made me look like a fool in
front of the troops!

MICHAEL

(smirks)

You didn’t need my help for that, Doc.

DOCTOR WHAT

Exactly! Your cynicism needs
pruning. I’m making you
Designated Cabbagehead for
the duration of this mission.

MICHAEL

(crestfallen)

Oh, do I have to?

DOCTOR WHAT

It’s either that or reorganising
Sharky’s wardrobe.

MICHAEL pulls the fork out again, looks at it critically, then adopts a resigned expression and puts it away. DOCTOR WHAT hands him a hat with a cabbage on top, which MICHAEL reluctantly straps onto his head.


MICHAEL

(in sarcastically naïve voice)

Wow, look how amazing this place is.
I must ask moronic questions to inform
the viewers at home what’s going on.

DOCTOR WHAT

(critically)

Well, it’s a start…


FADE TO OPENING CREDITS.


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AH.COM: The Series


“HUB(RIS)”

Written By: THANDE

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