S1 Ep 6 Finale: Emotional Cabbage

Episode 6- Emotional Cabbage

G: What the fuck was that?!

J: I'm checking now Gino.

(Communicator clicks)

G: Bernard? You in the engine room yet?

B: Here now Gino.

G: Is everything okay?

B: Yeah the engine is grand. No damage here.

G: What the feck was that crash then?

S: Are we under attack Jilly?

J: I'm not picking up any ship within range. We're alone.

G: Where's the Rising Sun then?

J: Ehm, it's gone.

G: Gone where? It has no thrusters.

J: Gino, I think it's 'gone' gone. Sensors are picking up scattered debris of man-made material and organic matter.

G: Organic matter?

J: Captain Winters.

G: Oh jesus, did he blow himself up?

J: No, no he didn't.

G: Then what the fuck blew him up?

J: We did.

S: What? How?

J: Two minutes ago, our Gatlin Laser was programmed to fire on the Rising Sun. We blew it up.

G: Okay who did that? Sonya?

S: Why do you think it was me?

G: You were an officer of the Order.

S: That doesn't mean I'd fire on an unnarmed vessel Gino.

J: Plus she was with me the whole time.

G: Feck, you're right. Sorry Sonya.

S: You'd want to be.

(approaching footsteps)

RR: Hey guys we're okay thanks for asking.

G: What? We know! you were with us when the explosion hit.

RR: And all three of you ran up here to the cockpit with even asking if I was okay. I'm a kid, I could be traumatised.

S: Are you?

RR: Nah, but I could be.

P: Hey guys, I don't know if you're aware, but something happened just now.

G: We know Peter.

J: Are you okay love?

P: I'm good. it was fun actually. Is the ship okay?

J: Yeah, when the sensors picked up the incoming blast it automatically put up it's shielding. It just rocked us.

RR: So what happened?

G: Well Becks, it would appear that we went back on our deal.

RR: How so?

G: We blew up Winters.

RR: Sweet. You guys actually did something cool for a change.

S: It wasn't us Becka, but it was someone.

J: I just checked the log. Someone hacked into our turret system 12 minutes ago.

S: Who was manning the cockpit?

G: Oops.

S: Gino!

G: Well to be fair, I did have to use the toilet.

S: That's no excuse, if you needed a poo you should have called us.

G: I didn't need a poo don't be gross Sonya. I needed to rehearse my speech for Sianna and I do all my best thinking in the toilet.

J: Speaking of the Doctor, Gino what happened to her?

G: I don't really want to talk about it Jilly but suffice to say, if Sonya didn't do it-

S: Which I didn't!

G: I think she did. Imagine having the fella that killed your whole crew in an unarmed vessel, completely open? I would of done it too, although I wouldn't of...gone out with him.

S: How did she...nevermind, sorry Gino.

G: It's okay. Look we need to bury her...it's the least we can do.

B: (over communicator) Gino, what's the story so?

G: The explosion was the Rising Sun. It seems the Doctor hacked our system to make our gun blow it up, she then took her own life.

B: Shit, after all that. What's the plan?

G: Space burial, I suppose.

B: Here?

G: As good a place as any I suppose.

J: At least she'll be with her crew.

(console beeping)

J: Multiple incoming vessels.

G: Shit, it's probably the Inquisitorial guard of Salirus.

S: Wondering what happened to their station I'd say.

G: 'We' happened to it. And I don't think they'll accept our version of events. (communicator) Bernard, fire up the engine.

B: Already did Gino.

G: Maximum Light, let's get the feck outta here. We'll drop off Joe and head to the Moon of Alchemilia till this shite blows over.

J: They're about to scan us!

G: Hit thrusters!

Ship powers up and takes off.

INTRO

G: Looks like we got away before they scanned us.

S: How do we know they won't figure out it was us from the Rising Sun's data logs?

G: We don't. Our only hope is that Winters disabled the data logs so he could go about his business without being recorded.

J: Gino, we're coming up on Joe's co-ordinates now.

G: I suppose we better wake him up.

Approaching footsteps

Joe: I'm already awake lad.

G: Ah, you're timing is impeccable. We're just about to reach your friends now.

Joe: Ah, good stuff. I've missed them so!

S: You never really told us about your friends Joe, who are they exactly.

Joe: They're a travelling showband believe it or not. I help them with equipment and whatnot but, half the time I get twisted and wind up getting left behind. They post up in orbit around Salirus and wait at these co-ordinates for me.

J: They sound like a nice bunch, what's the band's name?

Joe: 'I'm not Joking'.

P: We know you're not.

Joe: No, that's the name.

P: Oh right, wierd name.

S: Lads, I don't think we can stay here for very long. We're only on the only side of Salirus-

G: Yeah but, there's thousands of ships in orbit around Salirus at any one time.

S: Gino I was a part of the Inquisition, they're like bloodhounds...they'll hunt us down.

J: Sonya, you're saying it as if the Order has some kind of secret crazy Sci-fi Engine signature tracking device or something.

S: Eh, well...They kinda do.

RR: Fucking goverment man.

P: Where?!

RR: No I mean...nevermind.

G: Right, that's it...we're leaving.

Joe: But what about my friends?

G: Fuck...fine. You have 5 minutes. If they don't show up...I'll have a new employee on my hands...god help me it's like a fecking soup kitchen.

P: Will I...make us some coffee?

RR: I'll have a whiskey, neat.

G: No you will not.

....

G: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Okay, your friends are nowhere to be seen Joe...looks like we gotta go.

Joe: Feck, they must be off gigging somewhere.

G: That's bad new for you I suppose. (Communicator) Bernie?

B: Yeah?

G: Fire up the engine. Maximum Light.

J: Where will I plot a course to Gino?

G: We need to get out of Order controlled space.

J: We could head to the Lurican system.

G: That's a fair distance Jilly. It's a dangerous journey too, we need to pass through at least 50 wormholes-

J: 47 actually.

G: Fleets upon fleets of Astral Legion patrols. Lyca pirates and however many scavengers and raiders....and let's not forget about the bloody Puritans lurking at every corner trying to burn everybody.

P: And space cannibals.

G: Peter don't be ridiculous.

P: It's true! My buddy in the Army told me about them!

G: We don't have much of a choice do we? We could head to Freemarket in the Lyca system...see if Lord Sterling takes pity on us.

S: He'll as likely enslave us...who do you think Leopold the Lunatic King takes orders from?

Joe: Who's this King fella?

S: He's the worst Lyca Pirate in the Galaxy. He's a notorious slaver, he'll take whole CityShips and sell off the populace...His ship is also one of the most powerful.

G: Yeah, the Gracia Mal.

RR: Even I've heard of that.

P: Rumour has it that the Gracia Mal destroyed one of the Orders Titans, the Selene. Not that the Government would admit it.

J: Who told you this Peter?

P: my friend.

J: The one that told you about Space Cannibals?

P: Yeah actually! Wow that guy knows alot about stuff!

G: Things have gotten pretty fucked haven't they?

S: What if we allow the Inquisitorial patrol find us? Will they really charge us?

J: Sonya's right. Maybe they'll believe us.

G: No, no they won't. They'll kill us, and as generative punishment...they'll send our entire families to Shatterfrost.

RR: Then we run. We run and we don't stop. We fly to the Lurican System...and try and get refuge on Karpo.

Console beeping

J: Multiple incoming vessels.

S: That was fast.

G: (Communicator clicks) Bernard...we good to go?

B: Yeah Gino, we're ready.

G: Okay, lads....cheers to becoming some of the most wanted fugitives of the Order. Maximum Light!

Silence

G: Jilly...Maximum light please.

J: Gino nothings happening.

G: (Communicator clicks) Bernard?! I'd like some maximum light please?!

B: The engine's running fine Gino.

G: Then why aren't we taking off?!

S: Lads, the Inquisition is here.

G: Maximum Light!

J: It's not working Gino!

G: Minimum Light! Any Light! A fecking candlelight!

S: They're sending us a Greeter.

G: Okay, that's a good sign right? I mean if they were after us they wouldn't bother with a request to talk.

RR: Or they're lulling us into a false sense of security.

G: Don't you dare.

S: Gino?

G: Put me through. (Console static) Greetings, this is Captain Gino Whelan of The Green Horizon, to what do we owe the presence of the Inquisition?

MB: Hostile Vessel, this is Captain Marcellus Bandura of the Inquisitorial Interceptor The Momus.

G: (whispering) Oh shit RedBekka was right!

MB: Vessel, respond! You have 5 seconds or we will-

(Console cuts out)

G: 'We will'?

S: Jilly, did you cut the message?!

J: No! I thought you did?

S: Why would I?

(Ship rumbles)

G: Was...was that a shockwave that just quaked our ship?

(Ship rumbles)

S: That's two.

(Ship rumbles)

J: Three.

G: How many vessels were there Jilly?

J: Three.

G: How many now?

J: None.

G: Okay, we didn't do that...did we?

J: No.

S: What the hell did?

P: Guys...would now be a good time to tell you I'm scared?

RR: Me too.

S: Me too.

Console Beeps

J: Incoming...Vessel.

B: (Communicator) What's happening lads?

G: Oh not much. The Inquisitorial Patrol got blown up by some unknown assailant that is currently bearing down on us and we're sitting ducks, that's all.

S: We haven't been blown up yet, so that's gotta count for something right?

J: I have a lock on the ship...it's the Gracia Mal?!

(silence)

RR: Well, we're fucked.

J: A message is coming through!

(Console static)

UD: Green Horizon, you are speaking to Underboss Dolos of the Lyca BattleFalcon the Gracia Mal. You are to cease all engine function, and submit to me.

(Console cuts out)

S: Gino? Gino!

G: W-What?

S: What do we do?

G: Eh, I...I don't know.

J: We can't run, our engine still won't respond.

P: I don't think I can take on the whole crew.

RR: C'mon boss, what's the plan?

G: Ehh-

(Approaching footsteps)

B: Hey, I was about as useful as a hole in a shitbucket down in the engine room. What's happening?

S: The ship that destroyed the patrol was the Gracia Mal. They want us to surrender.

B: Ah, well it's been good lads.

J: Bernie!

G: He's right. There's nothing we can do. Our engine controls are busted, we're outgunned, outmanned, outmatched. The only way we survive this, is to submit.

Joe: Do I get a say in this?

G: Sure, we're done anyway.

Joe: I think ye'r all a great bunch. I'm sure this Leopold King fella will give ye'e a chance, but if ye'e fight, you'll all die.

G: You're right. Okay Jilly, send a greeter.

J: Sent.

G: It's been good lads, really it has.

J: They're accepting our greet. Channel open.

G: Underboss Dolos, this is Gino Whelan, Captain of the Green Horizon. We surrender, please do not fire. We don't want to die.

UD: Smart decision. Bring all of your crew to the Entrance hatch unnarmed. If any of you should try and be a hero, you will all be killed.

Console turns off

G: Well, this is it. Let's go, Bernard-

B: Yeah?

G: Turn off the engine will you?

B: No problem, Captain.

Joe: I'll go get my suitcase.

They all walk to the hatch

S: Oh Jilly, don't cry. Don't let them see you cry.

J: Gino, I don't want to be a slave! I don't want to be sold!

G: Jilly, I'm sorry...we never should of left Ireland. I never should of bought this ship...we're not suited for all this.

RR: What's going to happen to me?

G: I...I don't know Becks.

P: Maybe they'll give me a job, like Mortlock did. Then I can take all of you with me, keep you all safe.

G: Yeah, maybe Peter...Maybe.

They walk silently to the cargo hold.

G: Don't let them separate us. We go together, as a crew.

S: I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, luck of the Irish and all that bullshit.

(Approaching footsteps)

B: Engine's off. Are we ready?

G: As ready as we'll ever be.

(Hatch door hisses)

J: Oh god, they're here.

G: Stick together lads.

B: It's been an honour Gino.

(Hatch door opens, multiple footsteps)

UD: Captain.

G: Yeah, that's me. Don't shoot, we're unarmed just like you requested.

UD: I wasn't talking to you.

G: What?

Footsteps approaching

Joe: He's talking to me.

S: Joe? What are you talking about?

Joe: It's not Joe, (accent changes) it's Leopold. Leopold King. Thank you for bringing me back to my vessel.

RR: Holy shit.

J: I knew it! Roscommon isn't a real place! Wait, are you a robot actor too?

......

(Mutiple footsteps)

UD: You're chair, Captain King.

(Joe will now be LK)

LK: Excellent Dolos. Good work on that Patrol by the way, a few more minutes and I would've required rescue from their pitiful interceptors.

UD: Your congratulations are an honour sir. However, our long renage sensors are picking up a fleet being moblised on Salirus as we speak. What shall we do?

LK: We send a message, open a line to all channels.

UD: Aye sir. (Computer Beep) You're on.

LK: Inquisitorial fleet. This is the voice of Leopold King, Commander of the Dreadship the Gracia Mal. As I'm sure you're all aware, I have just destroyed three of your Interceptors as a child crushes an ant. If you all wish to return to your families, I urge you to stand down from your pointless assault, lest I kill you all as I did the Selene, the Momus, the New Amsterdam, the Erinyes, the Angelos, the Proteus, the Lethe and the hundred other vessels whose names escape me.

Console beeps

UD: It's worked sir, all ships are standing down.

LK: Of coarse they are. As you said Peter, I destroyed a Titan...who would challenge me?

P: Oh I did say that!

G: Excuse me but...what the fuck?

LK: What's the matter Gino?

G: You're Leopold King? The Leopold King?

LK: I would hardly be sat in the Captain's chair of the Gracia Mal if I wasn't.

G: But...your accent?

LK: Before Dolos I had an Underboss who was Irish, Murphy was his name. We spent many years together, I became good at mimicking his voice. Then I killed him.

S: Of course you did.

G: How did you end up stranded on Hybrax?

LK: Stranded? No. I needed a break from the stress of being the most dominant force in the Galaxy. When I decided it was time to return, I simply waited in that cesspool you call a bar until I found somebody desperate and stupid enough who'd be willing to bring me back.

G: Okay, I'll admit that hurt a little.

S: What was in your suitcase? The one you claimed was full of socks.

LK: Insurance. A miniature Neutron Bomb. In case you found out who I was. Luckily you were all too stupid to question my identity.

J: But you had papers?

LK: I'm a powerful Lyca Commander, I could buy a million false papers.

B: The doctor, did you have something to do with her death?

LK: That Dead President, he's certainly dead now isn't he? Well he was correct, he had met me before. We sold him and his organisation weapons. I couldn't risk him remembering who I was.

B: What about Sianna?

LK: Well I needed a scapegoat. After I hacked your laser to fire upon the Rising Sun, I throttled the bitch and made it look like a suicide.

G: I don't believe this. How could we not of known how much of a bastard you were?

LK: I hid it well Gino. Now, what to do with you? I could enslave you all, I'd make good money. That child prostitute would make me a small fortune in freemarket-

RR: Get fucked you dickhead. I hope you rot in hell.

LK: We're already in hell my dear. I'm just getting rich off it. Your First Officer is too wild, I couldn't sell her. No, a one way trip to the airlock might do.

S: Try it you prick.

G: Leopold you can't, please! Just take me and let them go.

LK: Your engineer would do well here, chained to the wall in the engine room with the others. Just mind the radiation sickness! (laughs)

B: I'll saboutage your engine before I help you with it.

LK: They all say that until I cut some of their brain out. The other girl, the navigator...she'd do well in one of the brothels on the Moon of Pearl. The men don't bite there...much.

J: You won't take me!

G: Please Captain, I'm begging you.

LK: Your Security officer is a good fighter. Tell me son, would you like to escape from a future of slavery, and join me?

P: Can I bring them with me?

LK: No, why would want them? You have a future, with me you could be rich and powerful!

P: Then no, not without my friends.

LK: Pity. You can join the First Officer out the airlock.

S: Peter! You have to accept!

P: Not without you guys, where you go I'll go.

LK: As for you Captain, you can stay aboard the Green Horizon. I will then retreat to a safe distance and...Dolos?

UD: Destroy it. Scatter it to the cosmic wind.

LK: Well put Dolos, you've been reading that literature I sent you.

G: You can't!

LK: Oh I can...and I will. After all, a captain must go down with his ship.

G: But we brought you here! You owe us something!

LK: Oh, you're right, he's right Dolos...I owe him something. Okay, nevermind all that...how's about I let you go with 30? Deal?

G: 30? Thirty Thousand Credits like?

LK: No thirty.

G: Thirty credits? Yeah, as long as we all get to leave!

LK: You're misunderstanding me Captain Whelan. I will let you go, with 30 Seconds.

G: But, our ship won't move!

LK: Oh, it will now! (Device beeping) I placed a tiny signal blocker on your control panel. I couldn't have you leave with me onboard! Now, you have 30 seconds from when you engage your engines. Then I shall come after you.

G: Shit, come on let's go!

LK: Oh I do love when they run. Dolos, ready the thrusters...the hunt is on!

....

(Hatch door opens, multiple footsteps)

G: Okay, Bernard get to the engine room!

B: Yes Captain!

G: Jilly, Sonya! With me to the cockpit!

P: What about us?

G: You come too. We should be together.

They run to the cockpit

G: (communicator clicks) Bernard, how we looking?

B: Engine's ready.

G: Okay, Jilly give it everything. Maximum Light!

J: Where to?

G: Fuck, anywhere! Just go!

J: Firing thrusters!

(engine spools up and roars)

S: Gino the Gracia Mal is faster than almost any known vessel. It'll catch up to us in no time.

G: I know Sonya, but maybe we'll think of something.

S: Nowhere will give us asylum, you saw what King did to that Inquisitorial fleet, just his voice made them all stand down.

G: We'll just have to defeat him ourselves!

S: How?

G: I don't know!

P: What if we don't?

RR: You got a gun Peter?

J: How will that take down the Gracia Mal?

RR: I'm not talking about using it on the Gracia Mal.

S: RedBekka, we can't think about that.

RR: Between being dead and a sex slave on Freemarket, I know what I'd pick.

G: Stop RedBekka, I'm trying to think. Jilly, is there anything nearby that could help

us?

J: No, empty space apart from a small debris field 500km away.

G: Shit, what the fuck do we do?

S: The Gracia Mal is gaining us. Jesus it's fast.

J: Wait, I just scanned the debris field. There's traces of Resilium shards!

G: And?

J: You remember when we used to fill dad's air rifle with stones and shoot rats?

G: What? Wait...Jilly you genius!

S: What are you talking about?

G: No time, you have to trust us. Jilly I could kiss you! Set a course for the Debris field!

B: (Communicator) Guys what's happening? I was thinking and I don't really want to be a lobotomised drone! Does Peter still have his gun?

P: I still have Maria!

G: Nevermind that Bernie! Jilly may have saved us all.

S: I'm so lost. Oh shit, King's firing up his laser cannons!

(loud crash)

S: Shit, he only used 1% of his cannons power there. He's toying with us.

G: Good, his pride will be his downfall. Sonya, as soon as we reach the field lower the shields, Bernard on my mark shut off the engines and power them back up after 10 seconds.

B: You got it Gino.

(loud crash)

S: I might not need to lower them. Shield integrity at 50%

(loud crash)

S: 25%!

J: We're in the debris field!

G: Lower shield! Bernard kill the engines!

(engine stops)

J: King's lowered his shields, he's coming through on the monitor.

(console static)

LK: Well now, that was fun. It looks like your race is run Captain.

G: It would appear that way...captain.

LK: Don't 'captain' me, captain. You've lost, I've won.

G: I'm not so sure... Captain. I'd tell you to raise your shields but...Resilium is a pretty gnarly substance...especially when you fire thousands of small shards of it at half the speed of light. Sonya was that ten seconds?

S: Yep!

(engine fires up)

G: That's last orders Joe. It's been a pleasure. Jill?

J: Maximum light!

LK: What?! No, no! Dolos reverse power!

(Console turns off ,Engine spools and fires)

J: Multiple direct hits! His ship is crippled!

S: You did it...i can't believe you did it.

G: No I didn't...Jilly did.

RR: You goddamn genius Jilly.

P: You're my hero Jill!

G: I told you Sonya, she's a brilliant Navigator.

S: She is...she really is.

B: (Communicator) Did we win?

G: We won Bernard. King will think twice before messing with us again.

J: Eh Gino, I'm detecting something on the scanners?

G: Is it Leopold King's salty tears?

J: No, it's his ship...or at least parts of it, it's core breached...it's gone.

(5 seconds of silence)

RR: Holy shit.

....

S: Would anyone like to say a few words?

B: I'll start. Sianna, we didn't know you for very long. But you seemed like a great person...it's a pity we didn't get to know you as part of our crew.

RR: You had awesome hair. I wish I could of gotten to know you more, and how you made your hair look so good.

P: Umm Hi Sianna, it's me Peter. Thanks for talking to me, and helping me to stop crying uncontrollably.

J: I don't think we talked, but I made you a cup of tea. It's still there-

G: It got knocked off the table when the Rising Sun blew up.

J: Oh, well I wish we could of shared a cup together.

S: You were brave. You risked your life to save thousands of people, like a doctor should. You didn't deserve to go the way you did, at least the guy that did it got what he deserved. Gino?

G: What do you want me to say?

J: Something nice?

G: She knew what she was getting into. It was inevitable.

S: Gino!

G: What? It's true. Fuck it, funeral's over. Open the airlock.

(button beeps, sound of a muffled vaccum through hatch door)

S: Really Gino? That's all she gets?

G: Considering what we do...a proper burial is probably the best any of us could hope for. I'm going to bed.

(Footsteps walking away)

S: Gino!

(She follows)

P: What's gotten into his yoghurt?

J: Peter, I can't believe what you did!

P: Oh no, is it my second edition of Muscle Sprouts? I knew I shouldn't of added a penis.

She kisses him

P: Oh, that was super duper unexpected.

J: You're a good man Peter. You had a chance to save yourself, but you chose us.

RR: God, get a room.

B: Yeah we're here too, super awkward.

RR: Right? It's gross.

J: Hey!

P: As much as I'd like to stay and keep doing this, my best buddy is going through an emotional moment, and I learned a thing or two about emotions recently!

B: Go lover boy, your girl will be waiting.

J: Not unless you snatch me first Bernard! (she laughs)

B: Me? No, no, no. I'm gay.

J: What?

RR: What?

B: Yeah, recent events have made me realise how short life is. I'm owning it, I'm gay.

P: That's cool man my aunt is gay...no wait she's diabetic, ah same thing.

B: They really aren't.

....

(Door opens, Gino sits on his bed and sighs)

S: Okay firstly, I had no idea that your room was through the cockpit-

G: Where did you think I slept?

S: Honestly, on the floor like a dog.

G: Oh.

S: Secondly, what is going on with you? We won, we're alive...shouldn't you be happy? Or drunk or both?

P: Hey guys, listen Bernard kissed me and Jilly's gay...wait I mixed them up-

S: What? Nevermind. Look Gino here's Peter, berate him you love doing that.

G:(weakly) Peter you fool, you absolute eejit...I hate you so much you...wanton destructive mess ah, I don't...I don't want to. I just, I don't care.

P: Woah, this is serious.

G: Do you know why I was able to get Bernard off that charge on Hybrax?

S: Why?

G: After I graduated bottom of my class. The only job I could find was as a test pilot for TenSpace. But I worked hard, and rose to a supervisory rank. One day, this new Cruiseliner comes through, the Helix 331...corporate wants a quick evaluation and accreditation...so I half-arse the inspection and give the all clear.

S: The Helix 331...why is that ringing a bell?

G: It exploded on its maiden voyage.

S: Oh my god I remember. The Persephone disaster!

G: That's the one. 576 lives, all because I gave in to pressure. Well, TenSpace couldn't afford the blame, so they blamed it on the Dead Presidents, and paid me off to keep my mouth shut. Because I'm a piece of shit, I gladly accepted...and bought this with the money. I was also told that if I needed a favour, I was to call them...so I did. I got Bernard off because I was implicit in the deaths of hundreds of innocent people.

S: That's...gotta be tough.

G: No, it's funny! This ship is my penance, all that money and I'm worse off now than I was then.

S: But you have us.

G: I nearly got you all killed. Death follows me like a bad stink. I'm done. I'd say now with all that's happened, the Rising Sun is bottom of the list of priorities for the Order. We're in the clear, or rather you are.

S: What are you saying?

G: I'm done. I quit.

Approaching footsteps

B: What's going on?

S: Gino's quitting.

J: What? You're the captain!

G: Not anymore, Sonya the ship is yours.

S: I don't want it, it's yours...it'll always be yours.

G: Not anymore, I'm taking the scuttlebug to Alchemilia. I'll send it back at some stage. I'm taking my share and spending it all on crush and cards.

B: Don't be ridiculous Gino.

G: I've never been more clear about anything in my life Bernard.

(walks out of the room, everyone stil inside)

G: Congrats on coming out by the way. Took you long enough.

B: Wait, you knew?

G: Of course I did.That poster wasn't fooling anyone. Good luck lads, don't worry Sonya...you can't do any worse than me.

(Door closes)

3 seconds of silence

S: What do we do now?

END

Created By Paul Walsh

Cast

Kieran Walsh as Gino Whelan

Caoimhe Walsh as Sonya Halley

Amy Jackman as Jilly Whelan

Steven Stubbs as Bernard Dooley

Megan Walsh as RedBekka Roy

Paul Walsh as Peter Savage

&

Jack Bishop as Mortlock the Smuggler

Sound by Steven Stubbs

Recorded in the Forum, Waterford, Ireland.

Sound Effect Attribution

Freesfx.co.uk

Freesounds.org

Inspectorj- UI Confirmation Alert B1.Wav

ddunkley- footsteps on metal.wav

Qubodup- Sci fi Laboratory Ambience

CosmicD- Engine_Hum_New.wav

Sandyrb- The Crash.wav

DWOBoyle- Spaceship_Door_Close.Wav & Spaceship_Door_Close.Wav

Markkyup- Spaceship interior 2

waveplay- Strange atmospheric industrial hell

Music

Intro by Daniel Noronha (Mrthenoronha)

Space Chase by Roman Shatov

&

The Terror of Highway 101 by Steve Blakeley

Technical Advisor- Sean Murphy

Special Thanks to Stephen Geraghty, Emma Martin & Síona Stokes.