Crucibles of Mystere
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TITLE: PRISON PLANET - ITASCA
The under belly of AMPHIOX, a penitentiary class starship, as it shoots towards ITASCA, a foreboding planet of exiles. VENOM'S MAJESTY, an intelligence class warship, drifts above the planet. Amphiox docks with the warship.
INT. VENOM'S MAJESTY
Admiral NEFARIOUS SKRYTON, 40, a military legend, commanding czar and warden over Itasca, traverses through corridors to board Amphiox. He's accompanied by Venom's undercommander, LEM ZYQWAF, 35.
Skryton boards the Amphiox. Zyqwaf snaps to attention, awaiting the order for change of command. Skryton holds his finger to a voice relay station and turns to Zyqwaf. Their exchange is standard protocol.
Dropping off outlaws shouldn't require a supreme enforcer. My duties are best served regulating their environment.
Imperium Command and the Realm of Divinity have promised to streamline the process, sir. I'll send another of your manifesto's calling for a change in policy.
As long as the military abides by the idiocrasies written in Kramgassel's Decree, the Divine Proctors will continue shaping this government into a spiritual requiem. We'll always be puppets of religious zealots. It makes me ill.
They did rule the galaxy for nine centuries before relinquishing any powers to the military.
Don't defend divinity to me.
The security shield between them closes.
Command imparted to Captain Lem Zyqwaf.
Command accepted, sir.
Amphiox departs Venom's Majesty and continues towards Itasca.
Skryton enters the prisoner evacuation bay with Lieutenant Commander TUSTIN KALIKO, 24, a handsome black man with a chiseled jawline manicured by a thin beard. They are flanked by SENTINEL SOLDIERS and Divine Proctor I'ZATOP, a religious magistrate. Skryton reads prompts from a data pad.
FIVE OUTLAWS ceremoniously stand single file on evacuation module ports. One is dressed in a military uniform, another helmeted and clad in full Sentinel gear. Packs are worn on all of their backs, solar rifles are in slings, and their hands and feet are bound by energy restraints.
Lieutenant Commander Kaliko, do you hereby attest to transporting these outlaws from the Imperium homeworld of Roma to the Itascan sector without interruption, and the true identities of these prisoners conform with the manifest?
Admiral Skryton, I uphold the validity of this deliverance and hereby surrender this outlaw designation group to your authority.
EXT. DROP ZONE - NIGHT
Amphiox hovers slightly above Itasca's surface. WOLF BEASTS scurry for cover. HILL GIANTS, gorilla-like, spotted with patches of hair and balding manes watch from the banks of surrounding mountains.
Skryton walks the line-up with Proctor I'zatop.
First criminal in line, Princess SOPHONIA KABIRIS, 22, olive skin, alluring and exotic. Skryton undresses her with lecherous eyes. I'zatop places a miniature copy of KRAMGASSEL'S DECREE in her pack. Even the eyes of divinity molests her beautiful breasts.
Sophonia's energy restraints disappear.
Sophonia Kabiris, Princess of Nomen-Skye, the Imperium Nation on planet Seraphim Six. For murdering your father to preemptively become queen, exile on Itasca.
A hatch opens. Sophonia hurdles from the craft and impacts the surface. Her survival pack crashes at her side.
Second in line, Divine Proctor LUCIPHIUS, 28. His robe is tattered, stripped of ornamental sequins, spangles, and affiliations adorned on the same robe of Proctor I'zatop.
I'zatop places Kramgassel's Decree. Luciphius spits at I'zatop's feet before his restraints disappear and he's jettisoned to the surface.
Divine Proctor Luciphius, for attempting to resurrect the forbidden Ahga Khian religion, forsaking the Realm of Divinity, and opposing the teachings of Kramgassel's Decree, exile and excommunication.
I'zatop admonishes Skryton with a glare of contempt. Skryton stops laughing and gestures to Kaliko.
Third in line, TRISHELLE BRINN, 20, a body that tapers down to her waist, scantily clad, her stomach muscles are visible even as she stands relaxed. An Imperium Icon is branded above her left breast, a sign she is a slave. I'zatop places Kramgassel's Decree.
Strike my remark from the record, commander.
Energy restraints disappear. Trishelle is cast off.
Trishelle Brinn, runaway slave, charged with self-emancipation, theft of a citizen transport, and use of an alias in the Komodan System, you are hereby exiled on Itasca.
Fourth in line, Sentinel Lord JASTA ANZA-BORREGO, 33, clad in a suit of armor more distinguished and threatening than the Sentinels guarding the bay. His helmet shrouds his face. Sentinels change their stance ever so slightly in silent homage to the man behind the mask. Even Skryton is dissuaded from scripted rhetoric.
I'zatop again admonishes Skryton but Skryton does not strike his remarks from the record.
Jasta Anza-Borrego, Sentinel Lord... The infamous assassin responsible for the executions of our most notorious enemies.
Charged for falsely accusing a Proctor of worshipping the Doctrine of Ahga Khia, you are deemed a blasphemous subject and exiled on Itasca....a shame. Your belief in protecting faith was your undoing.
Energy restraints disappear. Jasta is discarded.
Fifth in line, Admiral NEUREK T. MAMMETHEUS, 36, a sinister character. His cantankerously smug posture and deviously arched brow rival Admiral Skryton's.
I'zatop is scolding of the offensive dialogues. Skryton dismisses his scornful regard and commences with duty.
Admiral Neurek T. Mammatheus, creator of the Tonga Missile Project, banished for espionage in support of radicals on Klembokxia. Did you really think they could overthrow Emperor Primorg?
It would have prevented reptilians from joining the ranks of our armies. It's bad enough that people of Komodo infiltrate our ranks.
Speciesism and cultural cleansing... Touche my friend... Touche.
Energy restraints disappear. Mammetheus becomes jetsam.
For espionage you are banished to Itasca. Peace be with you on the far side... Where water is plenty.
I have operatives everywhere. Travel to the continental divide.
EXT. DROP ZONE
The five outlaws collect themselves as the Amphiox ascends.
Jasta removes his helmet. Sophonia and Trishelle seem amorous of him and exchange a capriciously rivalrous gaze.
What do we do now?
I'm in charge. We were provided with solar weapons. We'll hide at night, hunt during the day, and hope our efforts are enough to survive.
Jasta is slightly perturbed by the interruption of the excommunicated heathen.
You have no rank, Mammetheus. We're all deemed criminals, guilty or not. The laws of survival and the code of criminal conduct run parallel here.
What is that suppose to mean, sentinel?
Sophonia steps to Jasta and an alliance is formed. Trishelle firmly asserts her loyalty and steps inside their league. Her amorous disposition towards Jasta dampens. She bows to unspoken competition with Sophonia for his affections.
It means there is nowhere to hide. You're home. If you weren't a criminal before, you better start living like one now or death will surely be your next fate.
How dare you? I'm the "T" in the Tonga missile. You're a soldier, I'm an officer, these women are slaves, you'll follow my directions because I will not follow yours.
I'm a princess.
Luciphius steps to Mammetheus.
Do what you will, Jasta. Instinct served you well as an assassin, but what about the rest of you?
Mammetheus becomes inclement.
There's safety in numbers.
His words fall on deaf ears except for the infidel among them.
You contumacious fools! Any legacy you attempt to build here will fail. Across the deserts to the continental divide is where we must travel!
Hostile winds rampage across the desert and engulf the outlaws in dust. Mammetheus and Luciphius stride off into the night.
I will follow you.
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