beeeeecause it sat in my my stuff collecting dust for months. you get images and the script. enjoy.
shot goes to closeup on Nash [monologue] The year is eight fifty dash B. The realm of Enlen was at war with a gaseous people. The Sentient Gelatins could easily go extinct without a new way to fight the enemies. Scene 1 fades in [offscreen, Sergeant] Nash one eighty four, you know what to do. Nash nods; shot goes to over-shoulder of Sergeant [onscreen, Sergeant] Gel nine twenty four, you will be his military escort. Gel nods; screen goes to shot of both Gel and Sergeant; Gel salutes Sergeant; shot goes to Annabeth close up; [offscreen, Sergeant] Annabeth seven thirteen, you will be their time machine pilot. [Annabeth] Affirmative. shot goes to close up on Sergeant [Sergeant] Nash one eighty four, you will brief them on the journey to two-thousand fourteen. [offscreen, Nash] Aye, Sergeant McGullihan (mc gull i han) [Sergeant] Then, Gentleman, I bid you adieu. (add oo) Screen fades to black, fades out of black to the time machine. Nash is standing up, Annabeth is sitting in her pilot chair, Gel is sitting in an opened stasis bed, with his visor on his forehead. Nash has his arms behind his back. [Nash] Gel nine twenty four, Annabeth seven thirteen, our mission is to find a long extinct animal called the Pig. The pigs meat, called pork, is highly unpredictable and explosive when exposed to the gases of our enemies, the Jovians. This will make them the perfect bombs. [Gel] Where do I fit in as a your armed escort? [Nash] We are going to a time where our ancestors have not yet come to this planet, let alone become the sole inhabitants. We will be finding eight pigs, four of each gender, and bringing them back to mass produce. Any members of the dominant race may be hostile to us. You will defend us, and the pigs, at all times. [Annabeth] And I will guard the ship. [Nash] Not entirely. You will come with us to be our third member. The buddy system. [Annabeth] The buddy system? What is this, the 21st century of the First Age of Earth? [Nash] Precisely. Now, I’ve found a pig production facility in range of our landing coordinates. We shall walk on foot. Annabeth raises her leg for Nash to see. [Nash] Or wheels. [Computer] Entering Time. Auto-pilot disengaged. Please take control of the ship in ten seconds or less. Annabeth swivels her swivel chair to the controls and grabs them. [Annabeth] Excellent, we’re within 24 hours of our Time Destination. That should minimize our unwanted time lag. Now approaching Space Destination, coordinates are thirty-eight point five degrees north, 98 degrees west. Oh no…. BRACE FOR IMPACT! Explosion sound
